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Follicle Drive

from Not Nor Mal by Mal Webb

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My Dad Graham Webb passed away peacefully, painlessly and in good company on November 15, 2015. I wrote this song for his funeral. I miss him hugely. He was fine fella indeed. More about this song at:
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Follicle Drive
(for Dad, RIP)

The things I really loved
That I’ll miss the most about my Dad
Are the things that could also drive me mad
He was a full-on guy with a bursting brain
And a thirst for how and why, sustained by a heart like a steam train
His ingrained sense of justice drove him on
Relentlessly he strove to champion what’s right and fair
And all this with a gentlemanly air
And his voice, above all, would resound
Facts and stories would abound
Right into his anecdotage
Telling tangential tales related unabated
He was vaccinated with a gramophone needle
So he often stated
His many favourite phrases stay with me
Like music in my mind, they linger
While I picture that triumphant pointing of his finger

“Aahh! That’s fixed it, as good as a bought one
Aahh! You crumb! That’s a wizard idea
If dropped naked on a desert island, I would survive/ Follicle Drive”

‘Follicle Drive’ is the name Dad gave to the subject of the research paper he was writing when he died
His colleagues are continuing with his work

Whether trains, lacrosse, genetics, fishing, rowing
Yes, whatever the endeavour he was keen as mustard
Truly an enthusiast
Infusing others with his eager educative passion
For doing stuff
He loved lists and labels, fixing things, he hated waste
Post office red rubber bands on footpaths would invariably end up in his pocket
And I’ve ended up the same
I grew up helping with repairs
Soaked in brake fluid, acetone and Araldite
Holding torches for him, with him saying
“Shine it on my hands, not on my face!”
And all this to the soundtrack of the Goons
His science, I never understood
But I knew that it was good
The sheer breadth of his intellect
So vast it brought us all to unexpected paths of thought ...

At the age of five, to help me to explain my lack of red hair
He taught me how to say, “It’s a recessive gene”, and I did
He taught me sooo much
And in return, I taught him how to hug
And creative ways of eating something green
His legendary high diaphragm never really held him back
And that crumb still had hair on his head
When he sailed over the horizon ...

©Mal Webb 2015

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from Not Nor Mal, released September 2, 2016

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Mal Webb Melbourne, Australia

Vocal adventurer, multi-instrumentist, looping beatboxing songwriter Mal Webb sings his songs about all manner of stuff, using all sorts of vocal techniques (like sideways yodeling) and plays guitar, bass, mbira, slide trumpet, trombone, chromatic harmonica, bass and piano. He's like Bobby McFerrin, Aphex Twin and Cole Porter playing scrabble. Ani DiFranco said to Mal: "You're a freak!"
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