The cruel paradox of fatherhood: I strive to raise my son with hope, joy, and a hunger for life. Yet my own earned clarity whispers that nothing ultimately matters. How do I shield him from the very pessimism that experience has forged in me?
Interview of Oliver Tree is currently resurfacing of him talking about how Atlantic Records joked with him one time and told him that if he ever leaves them he might leave this earth but they claimed they were joking around 👀
"Ever since I left them I have had a weird feeling"
Pero no me digas bye, mi amor, ¿pa' qué?
Ojalá sea temporal y quieras volver
Te di quinientas razones, puse en tus pies la luna
Y tú te rindes con una, una, una sola
Y me dices, "bye, adiós, se fue"
Ojalá sea temporal y quieras volver
Te di quinientas razones, puse en tus pies la luna
Y tú te rindes con una, una, una sola
Y me dices, "bye"