Nick Parton: words, music, and the whole lot of it
“This is a song about mums.” —Nick Parton
Nick thanks: Ross Horsley for providing such fine inspiration John LaSala for shepherding the project to completion in fine style, and including me in it Worstead primary school for unwittingly providing extra SFX My neighbour for putting up with the noise
Have a listen:
Did you ever think about Mother,
What she had to give up?
Four knees trembling at the back at the bar,
The situation became corrupt.
Apron strings restrained her,
Lunchboxes packed her joy
Away into a schoolbag hidden
Buried beneath those toys.
Go and ask your father.
He'll tell you Mother would rather
Hear less from you.
Oh yes, it's true.
She never said a single thing,
Waited patiently in silence.
You left home. She started anew,
Though with a touch of arthritis.
Now drinking, dancing, as wild as ever,
Knitting left behind,
Poured out of a police wagon,
And cautioned with a gleeful smile.
Go and ask your father.
He'll tell you Mother would rather
Hear less from you.
Oh yes, it's true.
