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What Daddy Did

from Oft Interred With Their Bones by The Good

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What Daddy Did

4th of July and a girl wraps her legs
Around his sweaty neck as he races
Other pops with kids.
As he crosses the line, the crowd laughs
A man gives them a ribbon and she says
Look what Daddy did.

Daddy, read me a story, she says through a yawn.
Her eyes. Flick, flick, flicker through
I think I can or the giant peach.
She's not really listening she just wants him there.
Daddy's head starts to bob
And she wakes right up 'cause he looks so silly
Nodding off like that.
Mom comes looking for her man
Daughter giggles,
Hey, Mommy, look what my Daddy did.

Before they leave she makes him check the closet
And under the bed
'Cause in that movie that's where monsters hid.
All clear and he kisses his girl on her smile.
As her eyes close she thinks about what Daddy...

Thanksgiving she's home from school.
Thin. Mean hair.
Daddy winces at the gleam of the ring in her nose
And she knows.
Who owes? Who cares about the white man's history?
It doesn't include me.
She won't eat the turkey.
All that's wrong with the world and her place
And her body and face is something that her Daddy did.

So says her Group and the woman
With all the diplomas on her wall
And the shelves full of books she's read.
It's not your fault, she said.
Your job is to give back to yourself
Not to forgive what your Daddy did.

The number you have reached has been disconnected.
No further information... Click.
What the--where's that girl?
And where's her mother?
There's a note--How could you?
Our little girl.
Is that what your Daddy?
You call yourself a Daddy?
You're not my baby's Daddy.
You'll never be a Daddy after what you did.

It hits him like a truck in his gut
But he closes his eyes and sees his
Little girl laughing in bed.
My God, this isn't me.
It's bad TV about what some psycho sicko dirty Daddy did.

Believe the children.
Believe the children.
Believe the children.
Believe--no matter what they say.
Believe the doctor.
Believe the little pill.
Believe what Daddy did made you this way.

If I could see her face
I still wouldn't believe her
But there's not a trace of doubt in her mind.


from Oft Interred With Their Bones, released January 1, 1994
Written by Devin Arkin. Performed by The Good: Tony Rogers (vocals, guitar), Devin Arkin (vocals), John Scholvin (guitar), Greg Newman (drums), Scott Hedrick (bass)


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The Good is the creation of singer / songwriters Tony Rogers ( and Devin Arkin (who died from brain cancer in late 2016), joined by John Scholvin (guitar), Dave Rothkopf (bass), and John Goodman (drums). The band began making waves on the Chicago music scene in the early 90's; they've released 4 critically acclaimed full length studio albums, and more. ... more

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