Een nieuw topic om mijn eigen favoriete songs te verzamelen...en te delen, misschien soms met een verhaal...
Dit nummer hoorde ik vanmorgen onder de douche en is een van mijn mooiste nummers aller tijden.
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
Oh-oh crumpled bits of paper filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations, I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you juist 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
CHORUS: 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 thats 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 okay
REPEAT CHORUS
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- REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
-Mike & THe Mechanics