OVADYA: Music

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(This song was featured on WXRT and on radio (along with Blue Tubes and Oasis on radio across the US.)

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(Look) there’s the bar on the corner where my dad drank for years—
He’d come stumbling home after vodka and beers
And the fights in the night that would follow our ears,
As we shivered and hid and swallowed our fears

Well, there are memories buried, but not gone,
Memories carried for a long, long, long, long time,
But not so nearly so long... enough

There’s a cigarette glowing in the dark on the porch,
And a burned out mind and a hole from a scorch
From a dropped cigarette that was his vigilant torch
Of a shell of a man and the hell that he forged

(Chorus)

There’s the discoloration on the side of her cheek,
From when his hand flew out right at the peak
Of the typical abuse every night of the week
When the words would fly in a raging shriek

(Chorus)

Hang out a sign on the back of my car;
“Handicapped” (memories of a bar)
And every blow
I’ve carried so far
Is an invisible wound but a palpable scar

Well, there are memories buried, but not gone,
Memories carried for a long, long, long, long time,
But not so nearly so long... enough
Memories buried, but not gone,
Memories carried for a long, long, long, long time
Gonna find a back that’s very strong
—A back that’s very nearly strong... enough