Society & Culture
Today's "Ask Lionel" Question:You shared a concert venue with Bob Dylan. Can you share a Bob Dylan story?SUBSCRIBE to our YouTube channel for conversation highlights.Artist links:Dad Matters With David Wilkinson PodcastDavid's life track- Whisper @27:59:David Wilkinson (lyrics/performer), Diana Gillean (vocals), James Childs (producer). Lyrics below.David's film- FruitcakeDad Matters on FacebookDad Matters on InstagramDad Matters on TwitterDavid's business on TwitterDavid's business on InstagramFollow us on:FacebookTwitterInstagramsoundtrackerpod@gmail.com Interested in booking Lionel for a public speaking engagement? Email us to find how his songs, story, and insights on career and change can help craft a fantastic experience for your audience.WHISPER (lyrics by David Wilkinson)Little David, every day, Momma said that she loved himShe’d tell him that he’s so special, that he’s beautifulBut then he’d go to school with tall, tan surfers and skaters and jocksHe wasn’t ready for the school of hard knocksWasn’t ready for “Whitey”Why’d they call him a “faggot”?Wasn’t ready for “Fatso”Never knew he’d ever hurt so much(and so he) looked in the mirrorSaid: “David, y’ain’t worth spit!You got no game (and) it must be true what they’re saying!You little ugly loser, look at you!”It was just life, it was just kids being kidsIt’s how it was, it’s what it isBut it cut like a knife every single word they saidAt age 11, he was stuck in his headHe joined the living dead (Hook)We keep on running as we hid behind a cheap disguiseWhile freedom waits on the insideWe can tell that something’s brokenBut we still need the fireBurning down this house of fear and liesLife is waiting while we’re trying to hide Over time, this little boy grew into a shell of a manHis only plan: to be invisibleStay silent in the shadows, never smile or look ‘em in the eyeA fool proof plan, you can’t get hurt if you never tryFrom the outside looking inIt seemed he had a pretty good lifeHe had a beautiful wifeThree blue-eyed kids, who’d say: “We love you Daddy”But he’s so sad he can’t pull it togetherTurn around, back to work, dog-eat-dogHe thinks he’s gonna drownThat was me, my every hourCowering at beauty and powerI never realized the fear inside would cannibalizeAt the hour of my demise a voice inside of me finally cries… (Hook) In a flash my mind goes blank in a crowded sea of facesA rushing wind comes over me and fills up all the spaces in my headThe day the gentle whisper spoke life into the living deadYeah I was broken up wide open, it was time to concedeI could not contain the sorrow as it began to dripAnd bleeding out of my heart and headAnd word for word, the whisper said:“Are you closer or farther from the life you’re mean’t to lead?”Zero answers to that question I’d become the lonely guestInside of my dreams, front row, watching me on stageWalking ‘round locking doors, trying to bring the curtain downI’m sick of watching, I got enragedI took the stage, took my hand:“Look at me! It’s time to leave!”It’s time for me, it’s time to beIt’s time to live and love and giveNo time to wallow or grovelIt’s chapter two of David’s epic novelWe only get one go aroundSelf-loathing, dead and gonePulled the trigger, moving on… (Hook revised)We keep on running, we keep on runningJust keep on running…(Chant)Show ‘em what you gotIt ain’t over ’til you say it isShow ‘em that you’re not afraidTo stand and change the way it is