Friday, September 21, 2007

The Living Years

There is a song that my sister introduced me to a couple of years ago. It's called the "The Living Years", By Mike and the Mechanics. We were in a car when i heard that song; seems so long ago; Like another life time. I guess its because life this way of throwing rather sharp turns. And we hardly know where we end up till we get there.

Anyways, since April 13, 2006, this song took a different meaning for me. I always find that when i listen to it, especially when i'm alone, it always brings a tear to my eye. Yet, every time i burn a CD for my car, i always make sure i put it in.

And then there'll be evenings like yesterday, when it's a late and long day, i'm in my car, driving home alone, and this song comes on, and its words resound in my ear, and i find that familiar tear again. But i love it, because it helps me remember. And i won't give that up for the world.

But i hope this song will help you in a different and brighter way.

Here's the lyrics to the song:

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up,
And don't give in
You may just be OK

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say.
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
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