Letter to His Father (Spoken Poem with Music)
- last year
Partial Lyrics:
Letter to His Father
Well, little František had some trouble
He was really living in a bubble
He wanted to make it better
So he sat down to write a letter
He thought of who to write to
He thought of everyone he knew
A lot of people hate their dad
It is not exactly a new fad
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content
He composed a masterpiece he’d have thrown out
But František needed it off his chest no doubt
František started listing his complaints
And he didn’t show any restraints
His dad had kept him from his pearl
The one whose hair was always in curls
Though she never got his wanted permission
Because in his eyes she was just a musician
Aimlessly banging away at a drum
Or picking up everything she could strum
I promise it isn’t the money I’m looking for
She would at all times on her knees implore
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content
He composed a masterpiece he’d have thrown out
But František needed it off his chest no doubt
František wrote to his dad he hates his 9 to 5
Is this what everybody has to do to survive
Punch in a few numbers, figures and safety instructions
Or looking at my health insurance deductions
I want to be a traveler, a hunter, or a drifter
Not worrying whether my problems are mounting swifter
Or maybe I can stay in and write at all hours
Not experiencing any noise but the showers
Please don’t make me go in tomorrow I can’t take it
They can’t fire me because I just quit
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content
He composed a masterpiece he’d have thrown out
But František needed it off his chest no doubt
František’s father seemed to bow down eight times a day
And read his book and then constantly be compelled to pray
He’d visit the sacred places and touch all the stones
He was always concerned about what would happen to his bones
František didn’t believe and for this he was disapproved
The chanting outside the door wouldn’t make him moved
Still his dad put him a tie in the sacred week
And made sure above all his personal appearance was sleek
To František’s complaints his dad only shushed
Placing his fingers on his lips in a move of disgust
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content
He composed a masterpiece he’d have thrown out
But František needed it off his chest no doubt
František’s father brought into him such a terror
That every time the door slammed he feared his error
What had he done wrong today or had he failed
To accomplish the tasks that had been left detailed
On a list with a time stamped for completion
Each ounce of his energy was marked off for depletion
His flying rage would make him cower in the corner
As if this would justify the actions of the scorner
The letter served as a protest of the fury
He was trembling from the radiation like Madam Curie
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content
Letter to His Father
Well, little František had some trouble
He was really living in a bubble
He wanted to make it better
So he sat down to write a letter
He thought of who to write to
He thought of everyone he knew
A lot of people hate their dad
It is not exactly a new fad
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content
He composed a masterpiece he’d have thrown out
But František needed it off his chest no doubt
František started listing his complaints
And he didn’t show any restraints
His dad had kept him from his pearl
The one whose hair was always in curls
Though she never got his wanted permission
Because in his eyes she was just a musician
Aimlessly banging away at a drum
Or picking up everything she could strum
I promise it isn’t the money I’m looking for
She would at all times on her knees implore
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content
He composed a masterpiece he’d have thrown out
But František needed it off his chest no doubt
František wrote to his dad he hates his 9 to 5
Is this what everybody has to do to survive
Punch in a few numbers, figures and safety instructions
Or looking at my health insurance deductions
I want to be a traveler, a hunter, or a drifter
Not worrying whether my problems are mounting swifter
Or maybe I can stay in and write at all hours
Not experiencing any noise but the showers
Please don’t make me go in tomorrow I can’t take it
They can’t fire me because I just quit
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content
He composed a masterpiece he’d have thrown out
But František needed it off his chest no doubt
František’s father seemed to bow down eight times a day
And read his book and then constantly be compelled to pray
He’d visit the sacred places and touch all the stones
He was always concerned about what would happen to his bones
František didn’t believe and for this he was disapproved
The chanting outside the door wouldn’t make him moved
Still his dad put him a tie in the sacred week
And made sure above all his personal appearance was sleek
To František’s complaints his dad only shushed
Placing his fingers on his lips in a move of disgust
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content
He composed a masterpiece he’d have thrown out
But František needed it off his chest no doubt
František’s father brought into him such a terror
That every time the door slammed he feared his error
What had he done wrong today or had he failed
To accomplish the tasks that had been left detailed
On a list with a time stamped for completion
Each ounce of his energy was marked off for depletion
His flying rage would make him cower in the corner
As if this would justify the actions of the scorner
The letter served as a protest of the fury
He was trembling from the radiation like Madam Curie
It was the best letter never sent
With his life he certainly was not content