Monday, 23 March 2009

The Living Years

I've been thinking all day about some sad news I heard at the weekend. Someone I used to be close to lost his father yesterday and it has really made me consider a few things. Why do we all take our loved ones for granted? Why is it that we always wait until it's too late to say the things we want to say?
This moving song was written from the perspective of a son who had a conflicted relationship with his Dad. After his father dies, he discovers that they had a much stronger bond than he ever realised, and regrets not saying more while he was alive. It's called 'The Living Years" by Mike and the Mechanics.
"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
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"

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