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Loudon Wainwright III

In C

 

In C

(album: Older Than My Old Man Now - 2012)


Here's another song in C
When I play piano, it's my key
If I was playing my guitar
I'd probably be in G, the chances are

But here's another song in C
With my favorite protagonist: me
Of my little world, our talent show
I sing all about it so you'll know

When the people in it break my heart
Then my little world can fall apart
And there's not a thing I can do
Except to sing in C to you

Oh, there used to be a family
Brothers, sisters, father, mother and me
We were living in a little home
We were fending off the great unknown

But the great unknown, it got inside
And what had been home, it did divide
In the end, the father had to leave
When he did, the mother had to grief

That's the time real troubles start
It's when a world can fall apart
And there's not a thing I can do
Except to sing in C to you

I grew up and had a family
And it broke apart so easily
All that started 30 years ago
Why it's never ended, I don't know

I could blame it on the great unknown
Or as a kid, when I was told and shown
But I blame myself, and I blame her
The cruel and foolish people that we were

And the children that we had are grown
They're out fending off their great unknown
And I've noticed, they're a bit like me
With a tendency to sing in C

So by now, it's clear to hear and know
I don't play a lot of piano
But sometimes a fella has to sit
Just to sing about the heavy shit

And the great unknown's a hurricane
With howling winds and floods, driving rain
You might make it through, but you don't know
If right behind it is a tornado

And if families didn't break apart
I suppose that they don't need for art
Oh, but you and I know they do
So I sing in C to you

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