Track 8 of the album Small Kindnesses · 2020
Dub It Twice for Luck
“My brother had two tape decks and a stack of worn cassettes. He taught me everything about copying something kindly.”
indie folk · tape-hiss folk · brotherly folk · 3:35
Lyrics
My brother had two tape decks in his room And a stack of cassettes with the labels worn thin He'd hold the record button with his thumb And wait for the song, and let it begin Then he'd copy it twice, just to be sure For every friend who was knocking on his door Dub it twice for luck, he'd say One for you and one for the road Dub it twice for luck, my friend And share the way it makes you glow A song's not gone if you pass it on Dub it twice for luck He wrote the titles in his slanted hand With a ballpoint pen that never quite agreed There were crackles at the start of every side And a little hiss that was all we'd need We played them in the car with the windows down Singing wrong words all the way through town Dub it twice for luck, he'd say One for you and one for the road Dub it twice for luck, my friend And share the way it makes you glow A song's not gone if you pass it on Dub it twice for luck Now the decks are gone and the shelves are bare But I can hear him counting in One more for the lucky ones One more for the ones who've been Somewhere I can't follow, somewhere I can't see Still passing on his melody I made a tape for my daughter last week Eleven songs and a silly goodbye She laughed at the hiss and the clunky old click And hummed the third song as the day went by I wrote the titles in my own slanted hand And I made her two, so she'd understand Dub it twice for luck, I said One for you and one for the road Dub it twice for luck, my dear And share the way it makes you glow A song's not gone if you pass it on Dub it twice for luck Dub it twice For luck