9/14/2016

 

run, run, run...

 

In Belgium I would run and run behind my house into the woods and I had this little MP3 player that could hold 4-5 songs

Those four songs were pretty amazing you had to really think about it, the four songs that you would want in 2007

There was no Wolf Parade

This song that I heard… “you are a runner and I am my father” and the lyrics go like this…

I got a number on me
I got a number
Won't make it through the high noon sun
Well I am my Father's Son
I am my Father's Son
His bed is made

I was a hero
Early in the morning
I ain't no hero
In the night

I am my Father's Son

And I'll build a house inside of you
I'll go in through the mouth
I'll draw three figures on your heart
And one of them will be me as a boy
And one of them will be me
And one of them will be me watching you run
Watching you run
Into the high noon sun
Watching you run
Farther than guns will go
You are a runner
With a stolen voice
You are a runner
And I am my Father's Son

I am my Father's Son

I never had this song when I ran, but it was there.