I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green and whip-smart as the English Channel's wide
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And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress and his watch on a hand between his thighs
And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower till I write my whole life story on the back of his big brown eyes
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And I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap and games are just another way of life
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And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes because for every truth there are half a million lies
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And I'm gonna lock m son up in a tower till he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjibXZ-bcKSYT1Droko8JoATu8EpBa5ZaOIf0OvKV3p2HnN3lihRDsBH7BQ_ngf-KbX9PDGdkqTNHvMYCI_rf8UgEypJfi-z2_OZ_EwnPAAXeY5TptZ7UGHXf2PSmJ5RnpStv/s400/654132890_66a1a3400d_b.jpg)
-Liz Phair
GGC
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And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress and his watch on a hand between his thighs
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORMvxskXCI8bgTwAQuscJnBABq2zls9HpxX4pEW-a1AFuXfzhWm2d8zkF42sEuoNdTvA9cHkgLsPT6jBgWSkqZ2MPqHkkWy1vT3ASH-MqIwvlZASYLc5JFEppp3Q9ogzxrbGy/s400/653338019_5ff04141c7_b.jpg)
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And I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap and games are just another way of life
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And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes because for every truth there are half a million lies
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And I'm gonna lock m son up in a tower till he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside.
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-Liz Phair
GGC
13 comments:
Now that I have a son, that song makes me weep whenever I hear it. Your pictures are gorgeous.
That's always been one of my favorite Liz Phair songs. Always seemed like sound parenting advice to me.
oh.my.god. i love this song.
Awesome. Just awesome.
I love this song. and you. and arch. Let's have tea.
Very cool.
do i get kicked out of the club if i've never heard that song before?? it sher sounds perty tho...~jjlibra
i heart liz phair! she's scrapy.
i heart vaginarock.
and i hope you're gonna tell your son that he's your sun and moon.
and if he's not careful i'll eat him up with a spoon.
what a fucking adorable cutie old soul.
love you, archer.
xoxod
Love this photo series--and his shirt. WAY cool. :)
I love that song. 'Specially that "big brown eyes" line. sigh.
Oh damn-
I read about a million blogs and I have to tell you that yours is the only one that I ever leave comments on. You inspired me to start my own. Thanks ! I started reading your blog while pregnant w/ my baby girl. I feel like old friends. How nice!
http://seventyonejen.blogspot.com/
There is lots of locking the kid up in the tower going on there.
I totally support that. mk
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