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Pennsylvanian Patriarch

from An (EP​)​iphany by AllOne & The Room

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about

An attempt to describe my love and respect, admiration and gratefulness for my Poppy: a hero, friend, mentor, Tony "Sonny" Pandolfo who died at age 70 of a heart attack April 1st 2011. The same and more difficult attempt to articulate the pain of losing him, a eulogy, a sonic obituary posting. He was a champion body builder, winning literally hundreds of titles over a 30 or more year active career, all the while a laboring mover and father of three kids, a wife to my beautiful grandmother Jackie. We share the same birthday. This song is a consolidated life and death story, as much as it is an attempt to describe all the inspiration and positive energy he produced in his life for anyone he met, as well as the pain that his tragic death caused. My writing and my decision to pursue it wholeheartedly would not exist if not for him. He loved me like no one else, and I miss him every day. Thank you for making this world a better place, and me a better man, this is my acknowledgement of attempting to do the same.

lyrics

Pennsylvanian Patriarch
You were honest, you were loyal,
though the carpet's made of soil,
after hours work and toil
scour Arthur Conan Doyle,
eat a modest meal that boiled,
from a harvest far from royal,
On Friday nights, forgetting rod and reel,
on harbor plies tried netting knots of eels,
on highway sides pick dandelion bouquets,
until quantified enough to have a soup made

Chorus:
Poppy, this Pennsylvanian Patriarch
Taught me in special ways and gave me heart

Sonny:
Mr. Apollo, bright and warm as grandest rays,
social butterfly-effectiveness kindness clad and brave,
enchanting taste, enhanced his brain, even passing strangers,
gravitate and had to stay. Your passion made so much sense,
you'd carry weight that Atlas may fabricate
and cast ashamed embarrassed faces.
Triumphant habits traded cabinet space for trophies
showing he helped a path be paved in body building's champion age,
however heralded, humility had remained an active trait
despite his heaps of accolades. Meanwhile he was a family man and labored
more than half his days moving for his sister Anne Tufano's pay,
where even there he was dashed with praise for immaculate aid,
rewind to back when A & P wages paid and bus stop romances laid
tracks to train two kids to laugh on dates. When Jacqueline came,
love bore three more for your Nassau place.
As the way you handled weights you actually raised the bar as far as
compassionate Dad and parent's, taming, didactic, tactics played.
Despite your muscular massive frame that had came to greet us
with a saddened gaze to act dismayed in response to the shackles, chains
of atrophy knowing life had to change but why with so bad a plague?
Your Sampson state had to wane with alopecia receding life-line
that madly maimed in malignant mask to raid with heart attacks
to take his last intake of air and magenta that cascades in majestic
vascular lanes of a map of veins in his lasting shape and masquerade
in a casket's dank masticating captive gape and bade him “pass away”.
Like that's a phrase that accurately captures such a tragic phase?
When the dazzling sagely dancing blazing youthful eyes were consumed
confined by a cardiac Kevorkian. Key in ignition, switching existence
to nixed to euthanize his beautiful light and brutalized any chance
I thought I knew that I'd have to see what's true or right or what to do in life,
but the nail in the coffin crucified my views and mind since you had died.

Chorus:
Poppy, this Pennsylvanian Patriarch
Taught me in special ways and gave me heart,
Poppy this Pennsylvanian Patriarch,
Taught me in several ways and gave me heart.

Nothing could come between us since birth.
But something would, and six feet of this earth.
A pine box, a shrine block, I cry lots and when my thoughts
visit you time stops and my mind rots, as I plot, cause I'm not
imbecilic, I know there's no way to quell this, even as I spell this.
I know if I ever perform this song, no matter the response,
I'll loathe it belongs in my experiences I drew along and knew to log
as a tribute to all your attributes and the awful fact that you are gone.
And all the seconds I'll spend in attempts to implement
the precious lessons you lent to render splendid events.
It's an intense detriment to my upset unsettled mess of a head,
to be aggressively expected to accept or make sense of the fact
you've left and your death really meant I can never again hear
a word you've said or peddle my debts and regrets and success,
or whatever I've met or I've penned to a man to a mentor, a friend.
I don't mean to let my aching,
censor my efforts in making,
a portrait that perfection painted,
but of course my pain is plainly,
proof of all your pristine paving,
of a road you drove to safely,
arrive at any destination,
and successfully affect it greatly

Chorus

You were honest you were loyal,
now your house is made of soil,
after decades work and toil,
you've joined Arthur Conan Doyle,
Our blood and tear ducts boil,
as your marble crown is royal,
On Friday nights tried grasping it's all real,
On sudden flights shocked, unable to feel,
while condolences are handed out with bouquets,
wish you'd tear them up and show me how the soup's made.

credits

from An (EP​)​iphany, track released March 2, 2012
AllOne: lyrics, vocals
Dan Sollazzo: bass, vocals
Michael Korb: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, production
Joseph Patti: electric guitar, keyboard, production
Michael Setteducati: Drums

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Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.

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