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I’m listening to Jakob Dylan’s album, Seeing Things. Up On The Mountain, in  part:

Oh, here it comes and there it goes
The unbearable sound of the earth making men out of boys
First you learn and then you’ll teach
About that bright, bright light

Making its way
On up the mountain night and day
And you’ll get tired and you’ll get weak
But you won’t abandon your masterpiece

Now there’s a light making its way
On up the mountain night and day
And you’ll go down and you’ll go deep
But you won’t surrender your masterpiece

You won’t surrender your masterpiece
You will deliver your masterpiece

It can be heard on line at Rhapsody, iLife and other places.

Jakob Dylan and Jack Johnson speak to me more than most song writers.  They are fathers and I think they get it.  I’m listening to the secret song that was on The Wallflowers album, Breach.

Come back babybird/ With your dirty wings in tatters/ Come home where you belong/ Nobody knows you better/ Now bring back your velvet heart/ And we’ll make you brand new feathers/ Sleep through the morning light/ With your arms around your brother

Now outside faces cry/ With the tears of lonesome orphans/ And behind every mask/ is the face of another/ Wherever you have been/ wherever you took cover/ No arms that pulled you in/ could hold you like your mother

When all my colors fade/ And my wings, they’ve turned to leather/ I’ll know the reasons why/ God let me get older/ When all my days are through/ And I fly these hills no longer/ I’ll lay beneath the stars/ And I’ll watch you flying over

Jakob Dylan gets it.