No Stone Will Tell from Rounders by The Bad Popes

About five or six months after my father passed away in 2010, I had a dream that I was riding a bicycle by the sea. My father was riding along with me. When we reached a certain place along the coastline, I decided, for some obscure reason, that I would rappell down a cliff overlooking the sea, my father would man the ropes. I don't remember what happened in the time that I was hanging over the cliffs of the sea, nor how I got back up on the top of the cliffs, but I do remember the strange feeling of looking around after I got back up on mainland, and my father wasn't there, how transformed the landscape was, how different my pulse was. I remember getting back on the bike and pedaling, pedaling . . .


I wrote this crazy song after this dream. I love and miss my father. This song is about his ghost that is with me now and always.