Roger Daltrey

The last time I saw my dad was in the July of 2001. This is the conversation we had. I didn’t know dad had played the piano, let alone perform at the Albert Hall or with Roger Daltrey. I still don’t know how much myth and truth are mixed up.


I just remembered the time we sat at the kitchen table
Two of us drinking wine and talking through the night
Your face was older now with lines drawn on your skin
Like a roadmap marked across your brow that talked about where you’d been

You said you’d been just like me and remembered how that tasted
The bitter sweet of young and free taking on the world
But the world was bigger now than you had ever dreamed
Though you said you’d seen it all you couldn’t work out what it meant

You said you’d been on stage at the Albert Hall
And you’d been in a band with Roger Daltrey
I never knew if the stories were tall
All I knew is it’s what you told me

The summer storms we had that year seemed to talk of where you’d been
Umbrella in you hand as you stood on the porch and bbq’d fish in the rain
You liked to smile and you tried to laugh but your eyes gave you away
Talking ’bout the places you’d been and the things you’d never say
We talked for a time and drank our wine and you told me what you knew
And really soon we realised that we weren’t far from the truth
We went up to the mountains that went around your heart
I knew that we could conquer them if we had the guts to start

You said you’d been on stage at the Albert Hall
And been in a band with Roger Daltrey
I never knew if the stories were tall
All I knew is it’s what you told me
And you worked on Wall Street in a fancy job
Though you always said it wasn’t easy
You worked like hell to get to the top
And you deserved it all, that’s what you told me

You liked to hear me play guitar and sing your favourite song
About sunshine and falling into the arms where you belonged

 

© 2008 Rob Halligan – Blatant Promotions