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A windblown yellow gazebo floats inside a warm orange spiral, with bold cream Tell It Again, Dad lettering.

THE STORY BEHIND THE SONG

Beth & Dan

One more time, Dad

We know Dad's runaway-gazebo story down to the colour of the tent pegs. We made him a song because the interruptions and impressions have become a family memory of their own.

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The story became a song.

MYBAND LIFE ORIGINALS

FAMILY · PSYCHEDELIC ELECTRONIC ROCK

Tell It Again, Dad

For Dad, and the story we know by heart

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Why this song was made

A family turns Dad's endlessly repeated camping story into a swaggering psychedelic electronic rock song. As the song opens up, the familiar interruptions become a celebration of his voice and the memories everyone knows by heart.

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[Verse 1] Dad says, Did I ever tell you? And we all put down our forks, Because the wind is getting stronger and he's reaching for his shorts. It's the camping trip in August, it's the gazebo taking flight, It's the neighbours in their pyjamas chasing half the tent that night. By now we know the weather and the colour of the pegs, We know you caught it single-handed, though you sometimes add a friend. [Chorus] Tell it again, Dad, we know every line, The gazebo gets bigger every single time. We roll our eyes, we pour your tea, You say, Now listen, you weren't there with me. Tell it again, Dad, go on, begin, We'll do the bit with the wind. [Verse 2] You claim you ran a hundred yards; Mum says it might be ten, You pause to do the action and we hear the whole thing again. Your grandson's started copying the way you hold your chin, Then waits until the punchline and comes charging straight back in. Eight hundred and forty-seven, if our counting isn't wrong, You look so pleased we made your famous rescue into a song. [Bridge] I used to think a memory was something you put away, But yours come out at dinner and sit with us all day. I know I'll hear your laughter when that canvas starts to fly, So take your time, we're listening; there's no need to get it right. [Chorus] Tell it again, Dad, we know every line, The gazebo gets bigger every single time. We roll our eyes, we pour your tea, You say, Now listen, you weren't there with me. Tell it again, Dad, go on, begin, We'll do the bit with the wind.

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