He felt split in two, one crazy man eating hair and one rational man watching a crazy man eat hair. He chewed and swallowed the last pieces of his father's life. He felt like he was building a museum of pain, a freak show, where he was the only visitor viewing the only mutant screaming the only prayer he knew: Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back Daddy...
crawling up into daddy's lap when dad was still DADDY nodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort of his heart LISTENING to the thump... thump somewhere beneath muscle and breastbone I remember his arms their sublime ENCIRCLING and the shawdow of his voice "I love you, little girl. Put away your bad dreams. Daddy's here" I put them away, Until Daddy became my nightmare that one that came HOME from work everyday and instead of picking me up, chased me far far away
crawling up into daddy's lap when dad was still DADDY nodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort of his heart LISTENING to the thump...thump somewhere beneath muscle and breastbone I remember his arms their sublime ENCIRCLING and the shawdow of his voice "I love you, little girl. Put away your bad dreams. Daddy's here" I put them away, Until Daddy became my nightmare that one that came HOME from work everyday and instead of picking me up, chased me far far away
WHAT DADDY WOULD HAVE DONE First he would have listened intently which one could always tell by the rhythmic shift and angle of the way he held his head. Then he would have gently spoken assuring me that all would eventually be well. Next he would tell me to bow with him in faith to obtain guidance and strength for my way. Finally, he would have made a few calls to some of the many folks he knew to see what they would say or do. In the end, he would complete a follow-up with me. He would stay abreast of the situation and through his participation I would glean the most useful updates. But, just a few years ago, he had to go away Now each time I have a problem, I remember how he handled things 'back in the day'. This is when the realization hits me like a ton of bricks on the run-for I'm plumb on my own. But, though he's now long gone, my past experience knows and stands to say what my Daddy would have done. I tell you, Daddy would have said... Daddy would have done... Well, now I think we all know what Daddy would have said and done...
Ursula Denise Walker
When I was little I would think of ways to kill my daddy. I would figure out this or that way and run it down through my head until it got easy. The way I liked best was letting go a poisonous spider in his bed. It would bite him and he'd be dead and swollen up and I would shudder to find him so. Of course I would call the rescue squad and tell them to come quick something's the matter with my daddy. When they come in the house I'm all in a state of shock and just don't know how to act what with two colored boys heaving my dead daddy onto a roller cot. I just stand in the door and look like I'm shaking all over. But I did not kill my daddy. He drank his own self to death the year after the County moved me out. I heard how they found him shut up in the house dead and everything. Next thing I know he's in the ground and the house is rented out to a family of four. All I did was wish him dead real hard every now and then. All I can say for a fact that I am better off now than when he was alive.
I would want to know if, at 15, if my daughter loves me the way she does right now. And if she's proud of me, just because I want to be a good example for her, and seeing her grow and how much she loves Daddy saying 'Daddy, te quiero mucho,' which means 'I like you a lot,' those are the things that melt my heart.
Juan Pablo Galavis
One of the most important times in my life was the first time that I remember seeing my daddy get onstage and play music with a bunch of guys. All of them playing something different at the same time and all becoming one, and me soaking that in at 5 years old and going, 'That's my daddy up there, and he's a part of something.'
I woke up my pop in the middle of the night 'cause the boogie man's under my bed. My pop is this big, huge man, nothing can hurt him. I went running into his bedroom like, 'Daddy, Daddy, the boogie man's under the bed!' Pop opens one eye, he's like, 'Is the boogie man bigger than me?' 'Well, no Daddy, he's not.' 'Well, you got your choice: you can deal with the boogie man or you can deal with me.'
A smile is hidden beneath the mustache, it crinkles the corners of his hooded eyes. 'I didn't. I have other business in town and I told my friend I would attend to the matter of his son, as he could not do so himself.' 'Very kind of you.' 'Yes. I have been looking forward to it for quite some time.' Daddy's lemonade is almost gone, he sips it carefully, turning his eyes back to the water. 'Looking forward to seeing the lad or to conducting your business?' Daddy is toying with him. 'Both. You see, I had never actually met his son.' The glass rests against Daddy's lips, unmoving. Mr. Geyer watches him closely. 'But now I have, so I can get on with my, ' he fixes his own gaze on the water, as though trying to see whatever it is that has transfixed my father, 'business.
There used to be a huge hole in my life that I wrote many albums about. I didn't realise it was a wife-and-daughter-shaped hole. They've plugged that gap. Everything I do, I do for them now. When daddy goes to work, it's daddy going to work, not Rob going to work. I feel like there's a purpose to everything.
I'm alive inside. A bird is my heart. Mama and Daddy is not win. I'm winning. I'm drinking hot chocolate in the Village wif girls--all kind who love me. How that is so I don't know. How Mama and Daddy kknow me sixteen years and hate me, how a stranger meet me and love me. Must be what they already had in they pocket.
Feb 6 1945 St. Ann, Jamaica, Daddy was born. I remember us celebrating one of his birthdays in Jamaica at 56 Hope Road with him, no big superstar party, just us kids, Mommy, some cake, few laughs and that was it. Even if he wasn't known to the world on Feb 6th I would still think of him and in my heart say Happy Birthday Daddy. Love.
Summertime And the living is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Oh, your daddy's rich And your mama's good lookin' So hush little baby now don't you cry One of these mornin's You're gonna rise up singin' Then you'll spread your wings And take to the sky But til that mornin' Ain't nothin' can harm you With your daddy And your mammy standin' by.
It's always the mother's fault, ain't it?" she said softly, collecting her coat. "That boy turn out bad cause his mama a drunk, or she a junkie. She let him run wild, she don't teach him right from wrong. She never home when he back from school. Nobody ever say his daddy a drunk, or his daddy not home after school. And nobody ever say they some kids just damned mean. ...
The whole point of marriage is to stop you getting anywhere near real life. You think it's a great struggle with the mystery of being. It's more like being smothered in warm cocoa. There's sex, but it's not what you think. Marvellous, for the first fortnight. Then every Wednesday. If there isn't a good late-night concert on the Third. Meanwhile you become a biological functionary. An agent of the great female womb, spawning away, dumping its goods in your lap for succour. Daddy, daddy, we're here, and we're expensive.
People really don't care, in some ways, that you have a family. With a high profile job like I have, they just want you to win basketball games. You can do that and still keep your family together. I try the best I can to be at the basketball practices or tennis practices or recitals. In my first year at Dallas my (then 11-year old) son Avery Jr., said, "You know daddy, you're still the best coach in the NBA." I was like, "But I haven't won a playoff game yet." And he said, "That's okay. You're still my daddy." That makes you feel good.
I just naturally started to play music. My whole family played-my daddy played, my mother played. My daddy played bass, my cousin played banjo, guitar and mandolin. We played at root beer stands, like the .Drive-ins they have now, making $2.50 a night, and we had a cigar box for the kitty that we passed around, sometimes making fifty or sixty dollars a night. Of course we didn't get none of it, we kids.
Abba is not Hebrew, the language of liturgy, but Aramaic, the language of home and everyday life ... We need to be wary of the suggestion ... that the correct translation of Abba is 'Daddy.' Abba is the intimate word of a family circle where that obedient reverence was at the heart of the relationship, whereas Daddy is the familiar word of a family circle from which all thoughts of reverence and obedience have largely disappeared ... The best English translation of Abba is simply 'Dear Father.
Thomas Allan Smail
DADDY GO AND GET THAT CASH GO AND GET THE BLACK SUIT, GRAB THE BURNER PLUS GET THAT MATCH SHE SAID "TELL MY WHERE YOU GOIN" IT'S NO DOUBT I'M COMIN IN CAUSE SHE COULD FIT A LITTLE 9 OR A 22 RIGHT INSIDE HER BRA OR CALVIN KLEIN UNDERWEAR MAMI YOU COULD STAY HOME AND BAG UP THE WORK I'M JUST GOIN OUT TO PLAY CHROME OR NAG UP A JERK IF I KISS HER THEN HER HEART'LL MELT LISTEN DOGG, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE WORK, THAT SHE CARRY IN THE GARDER BELT NO DOUBT I LOVE HER, I'MA TELL YOU THE TRUTH BUT DONT' GET IT FUCKED UP, AND GET BUCKED UP ONLY THING SWEET ABOUT P IS HIS TOOTH AND SHE COULD SLEEP WITH ANOTHER DUDE SHE GON TELL ME WHERE THE SAFE AT, THE COKE AT, HOW TO ROB HIS MOTHER TOO "DADDY GO AND GET THAT CASH"... THAT'S WHAT MY HONEY HOLLA'D OUT EVERY TIME I HIT THAT ASS
Styles F/ Lil' Mo
SINCE YOU HELPED DADDY GET THAT CASH GET THE CONDO AND THE MINK, AND THE RING AND THE GIFT WRAPPED JAG AND YOU STILL GOT THE BOMB HEAD, I PAY THE PHONE AND THE RENT BUT KEEP IT REAL BOO, YOU PAY THE CON-ED IF I GET KNOCED, SHE IN THE VI ROOM WITH SOME MONEY ON MY BOOKS, GIVE WEED TO A NIGGA DON'T WORRY ABOUT SHIT, CAUSE I BE OUT SOON NO DOUBT THAT'S MY BOOBY-CAT SHE DROP MY BRICKS OFF RIGHT ON BROADWAY, AND SHE GO AND GET A DOOBIE WRAP LOOKIN AT THE GOD LIKE WE OUGHTA ELOPE ONE POP FOR THE PASTA, ONE POT FOR THE COKE HOLIDAY STYLES, DICK ONE SHOT FOR THE DOUGH AND IT'S SORTA LIKE WE BONNIE AND CLYDE I LOAD THE OUIE UP, SHE GON ROLL THE GOUIE UP, THEN MAMI ABIDE AND SHE SAID "DADDY GET THAT CASH" SHE KNOW I WOULD BUT HAD NO IDEA THAT I WOULD SKIP THAT FAST
Styles F/ Lil' Mo
When sleep came, I would dream bad dreams. Not the baby and the big man with a cigarette-lighter dream. Another dream. The castle dream. A little girl of about six who looks -like me, but isn't me, is happy as she steps out of the car with her daddy. They enter the castle and go down the steps to the dungeon where people move like shadows in the glow of burning candles. There are carpets and funny pictures on the walls. Some of the people wear hoods and robes. Sometimes they chant in droning voices that make the little girl afraid. There are other children, some of them without any clothes on. There is an altar like the altar in nearby St Mildred's Church. The children take turns lying on that altar so the people, mostly men, but a few women, can kiss and lick their private parts. The daddy holds the hand of the little girl tightly. She looks up at him and he smiles. The little girl likes going out with her daddy. I did want to tell Dr Purvis these dreams but I didn't want her to think I was crazy, and so kept them to myself. The psychiatrist was wiser than I appreciated at the time; sixteen-year-olds imagine they are cleverer than they really are. Dr Purvis knew I had suffered psychological damage as a child, that's why she kept making a fresh appointment week after week. But I was unable to give her the tools and clues to find out exactly what had happened.