1. Daddy

From the album Best of Brooklyn Folk

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Singer-Songwriter. Acoustic. Folk Rock. Indie Folk.

This song was written in 1998 in my first year attending Brooklyn College. Throughout my high school days I was playing in a heavy metal band outside of school and also participating in various musical activities within school. In my senior year of high school I had begun writing songs on acoustic guitar. This was one of my earliest songs written on acoustic guitar.

I remember sitting in my bedroom at the time with an acoustic guitar and strumming chords pretty intensely. This strong feeling overcame me about my feelings towards my father. For some reason they came out onto paper very effortlessly. Once the song was written, I played it with a lot of energy (which was my tendency back then) and I remember being overcome with emotion and crying as I fought my way through playing the song! During the next few times I played it, I teared up and then I started to be able to control myself, but when I played it for my mother, grandmother, and several others I noticed that they were all choked up when I finished playing. I though to myself, "Wow! I can really make people cry with my music!"

This was an eye-opener for me regarding my musical abilities and I would say it marked a significant expansion into a very different field of music for me. I began to stray from the path of the heavy metal kid and started to walk along the path of the singer / songwriter young man.

Composed and Performed by John Henry Sheridan
Produced by Jason Hills



I think I feel you
Every time I look at your shelf
I would’ve liked to have known you
So in times like this I could ask for your help
Sometimes I need you when I feel alone
And can’t quite find me
I’m in need of direction
Don’t know north from south
from west from east


Daddy, can you help me
with the finding of myself?
Will I find the answer
in a book upon your shelf?
Daddy, can you hear me?
I am calling out your name
I lost you at age six,
and the world called it a shame
Ain’t it a shame!

Sometimes Mom
Would sit me down and tell me about you
She never said you were perfect,
But I think that’s what I like most about you
So when I call your name
In the morning or in the night
Just sit there and listen
And everything will be alright


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