Surviving Twin Lyrics

Song	Surviving Twin
Artist	Loudon Wainwright III
Album	The Last Man on Earth
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	作词 : Wainwright
	Last week I attended a family affair
	And a few remarked upon my recent growth of facial hair
	You look just like your father did
	With that beard someone said
	I answered back I am him
	Even though my old man's dead
	I didn't want to be him
	Well at first I did
	When I loved & looked up to him
	As a little kid
	He sent me to his old school
	I was a numeral with his name
	And he gave me this gold signet ring
	And he wore one just the same
	And I guess that I believed him
	And probably it was true
	When he told me I was just like him
	That's what some fathers do
	But a father's always older
	And my dad was rather tall
	Who says size doesn't matter
	He was big & I was small
	I needed to be big enough
	To be someone someday
	And I learned I had to beat him
	Andthat was the only way
	I learned I had to fight him
	My own flesh blood bone & kin
	But I felt I was just like him
	Can a man's son be his twin?
	First we fought for my mother
	That afforded little joy
	When he left she was heart broken
	And I was still their little boy
	But I started to get bigger
	And to win the ugly game
	When I made a little money
	And I got a bit of fame
	And I saw how this could wound him
	Yes this could do the trick
	And f I made it big enough
	I could kill him off quick
	But how can you murder someone
	In a way that they don't die?
	I didn't want to kill him
	That would be suicide
	I got frightened so I backed off
	I let up and I was through
	And in the end he did himself in
	Usually that's what we do
	I'm alive and he is dead
	And neither of us won
	It's spoiled for the victor
	Once the vanquishing is done
	A man becomes immortal
	Through his daughter or his son
	But when he fears his legacy
	A man can come undone
	And the beard is a reminder
	I'm a living part of him
	Although my father's dead and gone
	I'm his surviving twin

	zuo ci : Wainwright
	Last week I attended a family affair
	And a few remarked upon my recent growth of facial hair
	You look just like your father did
	With that beard someone said
	I answered back I am him
	Even though my old man' s dead
	I didn' t want to be him
	Well at first I did
	When I loved looked up to him
	As a little kid
	He sent me to his old school
	I was a numeral with his name
	And he gave me this gold signet ring
	And he wore one just the same
	And I guess that I believed him
	And probably it was true
	When he told me I was just like him
	That' s what some fathers do
	But a father' s always older
	And my dad was rather tall
	Who says size doesn' t matter
	He was big I was small
	I needed to be big enough
	To be someone someday
	And I learned I had to beat him
	Andthat was the only way
	I learned I had to fight him
	My own flesh blood bone kin
	But I felt I was just like him
	Can a man' s son be his twin?
	First we fought for my mother
	That afforded little joy
	When he left she was heart broken
	And I was still their little boy
	But I started to get bigger
	And to win the ugly game
	When I made a little money
	And I got a bit of fame
	And I saw how this could wound him
	Yes this could do the trick
	And f I made it big enough
	I could kill him off quick
	But how can you murder someone
	In a way that they don' t die?
	I didn' t want to kill him
	That would be suicide
	I got frightened so I backed off
	I let up and I was through
	And in the end he did himself in
	Usually that' s what we do
	I' m alive and he is dead
	And neither of us won
	It' s spoiled for the victor
	Once the vanquishing is done
	A man becomes immortal
	Through his daughter or his son
	But when he fears his legacy
	A man can come undone
	And the beard is a reminder
	I' m a living part of him
	Although my father' s dead and gone
	I' m his surviving twin

	zuò cí : Wainwright
	Last week I attended a family affair
	And a few remarked upon my recent growth of facial hair
	You look just like your father did
	With that beard someone said
	I answered back I am him
	Even though my old man' s dead
	I didn' t want to be him
	Well at first I did
	When I loved looked up to him
	As a little kid
	He sent me to his old school
	I was a numeral with his name
	And he gave me this gold signet ring
	And he wore one just the same
	And I guess that I believed him
	And probably it was true
	When he told me I was just like him
	That' s what some fathers do
	But a father' s always older
	And my dad was rather tall
	Who says size doesn' t matter
	He was big I was small
	I needed to be big enough
	To be someone someday
	And I learned I had to beat him
	Andthat was the only way
	I learned I had to fight him
	My own flesh blood bone kin
	But I felt I was just like him
	Can a man' s son be his twin?
	First we fought for my mother
	That afforded little joy
	When he left she was heart broken
	And I was still their little boy
	But I started to get bigger
	And to win the ugly game
	When I made a little money
	And I got a bit of fame
	And I saw how this could wound him
	Yes this could do the trick
	And f I made it big enough
	I could kill him off quick
	But how can you murder someone
	In a way that they don' t die?
	I didn' t want to kill him
	That would be suicide
	I got frightened so I backed off
	I let up and I was through
	And in the end he did himself in
	Usually that' s what we do
	I' m alive and he is dead
	And neither of us won
	It' s spoiled for the victor
	Once the vanquishing is done
	A man becomes immortal
	Through his daughter or his son
	But when he fears his legacy
	A man can come undone
	And the beard is a reminder
	I' m a living part of him
	Although my father' s dead and gone
	I' m his surviving twin

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