a_song_my_father_sang raze this is a song my father sang when i was twelve years old. i'm responsible for the atmospheric electric piano and muted drums. he croons, "let me know the way," and, "i love you more than words can say." his voice is supported by just two chords. g and a. more open than anything. the connecting tissue between the rhyme doesn't stick in my mind. but there's a synthesized trumpet solo that somehow sounds real. i make strange melodic choices that have no business working as well as they do. the slow fade leaves me longing for more time with a thing that was never mine. we drive down a city street. it doesn't matter which one. any street will do. i ask him to imagine playing this tape for someone who's never heard him sing. he names the first woman he loved after my mother's hollow heart caved in on itself, and i wonder what my life might have looked like if she'd stuck around long enough for me to remember her. i can see myself on a gold foam mattress in the spare room of a house that held more than just our bodies in its hull. i can see her face. but it isn't really her. it's someone my incipient brain invented to stand in for the owner of the womb that whipped me into this world before i was ready to leave the cold comfort of oblivion. 230707 what's it to you? who go blather from