Monday, May 02, 2005

Song Of The Week (12)

The song this week talks about the relationship between us and our fathers and the lack of communication between us and them and how we only realize that after it is too late. The song is called "The Living Years" performed by the band "Mike and Mechanics"

The Living Years

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 O.K.

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

3 comments:

ClOuDs said...

hi there :)

I liked the song of the week it's so nice and faithful :)

but i wonder: why are you hopeless??!

:)

Hopeless Poet said...

Hi Clouds
Welcome to my blog :)
Thanks for the nice comment.

Well that is a long story, to make it short, I was hopeless when I started this blog so the nick Hopless Poet fit me that time ..now I am a little bit hopeful but I get hopeless sometimes ..did you understand anything? :P

ClOuDs said...

hmm..
ahh..
well.. yeah.. i think i got it :p