Story Behind the Song
Engineered by Dan Perry.
Produced by Salty Dog.
Recorded at Leaky Basement Studios 9/01.
Used by permission of Disposable Culture Enterprises. All rights reserved.
Lyrics
Well they call me the strong and silent type.
Don't get angry, don't put up much of a fight.
I don't cry out, don't raise my hand to block.
All his punches, well, I keep then under lock.
When he comes home, little sister goes upstairs.
Runs the faucet, so she can't hear his swears.
Shut the TV. My homework I double check.
While he curses, that we give him no respect.
CHORUS
But I swear, I'll never be like him--
Cause my children will love me for what I do
Not who I am.
Yes I swear, that we will never be like him
For my children will not have to be
the strong and silent type.
Older brother got a job loading freight.
Now he has a good excuse to stay out late.
So I get hit because I'm next in line.
I'd find work, but my sister she'd be left behind.
My dad puts out his cigarette.
His eyes tell me don't you forget.
In Asia our troubles they were few.
I gave it all up just for you.
I came home late. Found the faucet left on
Sink was flooded; he'd be home before too long.
Little sister was downstairs watching TV.
When he got home, knew he'd have it in for me.
Didn't cry out didn't raise her hand to block.
Her tears well, she kept them under lock.
Didn't argue or put up much of a fight
To my punches all the strong and silent type.
That's when I prayed
That I would never be like him--
Cause my children will love me for what I do
Not who I am.
I prayed to God
That we would never be alike.
That I'd never grow up to be the strong and silent type.
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