Song Lyric Sunday: The Living Years: A day late.

Helen Espinosa of This Life One Word at a time said that this week:” our theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is to post a song about consequences, good or bad.”


Sorry this is a day late. 

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So I thought about this long and hard and I  decided that I would pick on Mike and the Machanics song, In  the living years. 

It is such a classic song of consequences. In truth it is about father son  relationships and it rings very true but honestly the words could be applied to any relationship. We all put off to tomorrow what we should do today. There are so many things I should of said to my parents my sister who died two years ago,friends and somehow I didn’t and now it’s too late. It’s like opening​ a whole can of worms Helen .

I promise myself I shall not make the same mistake again but I know I will. 

The lyrics say it all. I have to put all the lyrics here as they resonate with me and no doubt all of you. 

Tissues to the ready.

Lyrics care of A to Z  Lyrics

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 defense

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 date
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

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tesscol
    May 01, 2017 @ 11:11:53

    love these words i often listen to the song one of my favorites

    Reply

  2. Judy E Martin
    May 02, 2017 @ 15:30:06

    This song is always so difficult to listen to as it makes you realise how short the time is that we have with each other and that we don’t always say things that need to be said…then it is too late.

    Reply

  3. Helen Espinosa
    May 05, 2017 @ 12:16:45

    This song took me back… I haven’t heard it in so long. What a perfect choice for the theme; and yes, a tear jerker. Thank you so much for sharing, Willow! ❤️

    Reply

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