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15 Feb 08 - 11:17 PM (#2263602) Subject: 'Nuff Said From: freightdawg 'Nuff said |
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15 Feb 08 - 11:26 PM (#2263604) Subject: RE: 'Nuff Said From: freightdawg And one from Dan Can you tell I'm missing my father? Freightdawg |
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15 Feb 08 - 11:32 PM (#2263605) Subject: RE: 'Nuff Said From: katlaughing That second one really gets me, esp. since Dan is gone now, too. What a beautiful man/singer/songwriter. I will always miss my dad and mom. {{{{{{Freightdawg}}}}}}} |
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15 Feb 08 - 11:45 PM (#2263610) Subject: RE: 'Nuff Said From: Big Mick Thanks for the reminder.....think I will stop and see the old boy tomorrow. All the best, Mick |
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16 Feb 08 - 12:49 AM (#2263627) Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said From: Wincing Devil Plain and Simple: I miss my Dad. |
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16 Feb 08 - 11:32 AM (#2263829) Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said From: freightdawg Here's another one, if you can stand it. Jim and A.J. Does anyone recognize the scenery in the "Living Years" video? I'm guessing UK somewhere, but could be wrong. Freightdawg |
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16 Feb 08 - 11:03 PM (#2264299) Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said From: freightdawg Refresh...just wondering if anyone recognizes the countryside in the first video... FD |
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17 Feb 08 - 01:25 AM (#2264341) Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said From: number 6 Looks like it's up and around Cape Spencer here in New Brunswick ... but of course, it isn't. Here's my contribution to this thread. My father was a big, big fan of this guy ... Daddy and Home by Jimmie Rodgers biLL |
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17 Feb 08 - 06:39 AM (#2264420) Subject: Lyr Add: MY OLD MAN (Steve Goodman) From: John Hardly No one ever said it any better than Steve Goodman My Old Man I miss my old man tonight And I wish he was here with me With his corny jokes and his cheap cigars He could look you in the eye and sell you a car. That's not an easy thing to do, But no one ever knew a more charming creature On this earth than my old man. He was a pilot in the big war in the U.S. Army Air Corps In a C-47 with a heavy load Full of combat cargo for the Burma road. And after they dropped the bomb He came home and married mom And not long after that He was my old man. And oh the fights we had When my brother and I got him mad; He'd get all boiled up and he'd start to shout And I knew what was coming so I tuned him out. And now the old man's gone, and I'd give all I own To hear what he said when I wasn't listening To my old man I miss my old man tonight And I can almost see his face He was always trying to watch his weight And his heart only made it to fifty-eight. For the first time since he died Late last night I cried. I wondered when I was gonna do that For my old man. |
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17 Feb 08 - 07:43 AM (#2264442) Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said From: George Papavgeris The "Living Years" says it so much better, but anyway, this was for mine - Christos Papavgeris. Orphaned at age 2, worked as a shepherd to save up to go to college, became one of the best teachers in the country. Married at 20, he remained head over heels in love till the day he died at 88, a true family man, full of integrity and compassion. Some of my attitudes were too "modern" for his approval, though he accepted them with grace. But when it came to the real tests, he passed with flying colours. At age 65 he would still rush to pick up heavy suitcases from me (at 35) so that "the boy doesn't hurt himself". Small in stature but with the constitution of an ox through healthy living (he smoked one cigarette in his life). So when he started getting frail, I found it hard to take: He was ten times the man I could ever hope to be; A hero to this child, like a giant over me. Where is the muscle now? And where is the looming height? Where is the booming voice? Surely this cannot be right? The eyes that sparkled like the stars, why do they look so dim? Don't do this to my father, Lord, I beg you, no, not him! The fingers that taught mine double-knotting my first tie Disfigured now and bent, injured birds that cannot fly The face that looked so proud when he read my first report The smoothly shaven cheeks, now why do they look so scored? So firm and gentle was his hold the day I learned to swim Don't do this to my father, Lord, I beg you, no, not him! A lifetime of love such an ending should not earn, All hapiness abaft, and all misery astern. For if there is a Hell, how can it be worse than this? The music of his breath, now just a laboured hiss… The smile that shone the sun on me, why does it look so grim? Don't do this to my father, Lord, I beg you, no, not him! The hand that steadied mine now is trembling in its turn. The brittle voice still trying to teach me things I 'll never learn. The arms that held my fears wrapped against the evening nip The lips that kissed my tears struggle just to take a sip The tree that one time stood so tall, now just a withered fern… Please let the candle burn, my Lord, please let the candle burn! He slipped into a coma a week or so before his peaceful end. I suddenly realised then that the "living years" were over - I could not longer communicate with him. My chances had ran out: If you come round again, I will know better. I won't forget to say The things I should. I'll write you every day A simple letter, So I may be no more Misunderstood. We'll do the things you want; We'll talk for hours; Go where you want to go Without complaint. Each morning I will bring you A bunch of flowers. Just do for me one thing: Come back again. If you come round again, I'll be more careful; Listen to your advice, Correct my faults. My face you'll never see Sombre or tearful, And smiles will replace The frown that was. And I will make you proud; And I'll be prouder. Of all my past mistakes None will remain. The bad things from the past Will turn to powder. Just do for me one thing: Come back again. But if you don't return, As all are saying, The times that we have shared I won't resent. And I will never cease Hoping and praying. I will try anyway My ways to mend. Though every wound does heal Sooner or later, I wish that you could see The change in me. Many regrets I have, But one is greater: That we will never know What might have been. During happy times, he would toast my mother saying "Me first", meaning "I want to die first", and she would scold him, but we knew he could not take my mother's departure, and were happy for him when he got his wish. All the time, we knew those words were not morbid, but an expression of love, so they gave rise to the following: There's little in my daily life to faze me; Whatever fate can throw my way, I take it in my stride; No sadness that can break me, no happiness can daze me, No depth I can't climb out of, no swell I cannot ride. And yet, without you I go to pieces. To see you hurt, my heart I think will burst. I'm hooked and my dependency increases So when it's time to go, let me be first. Your tower of strength you've always called me And all these years through thick and thin on me you could depend; Perhaps I'm growing weaker, for I need you now to hold me And promise me that you'll be there until the very end. For I fear without you I'll go to pieces Because you see, when all is said and done You've seeped into my pores and all my creases. I lived as two and cannot live as one. But how to admit to you my weakness? To tell the truth, I fear that I might scare you if I do. For when I've known perfection, and I've beheld uniqueness How can I risk you knowing that my only strength was you? So I cannot let you see me go to pieces; My panic from your eyes I'll keep submersed And pray hard, before my courage ceases, That when it's time to go, I will be first. I miss him daily, 18 months on, and often catch myself wanting to pick up the phone and call him, something I never did enough of when I had the chance. You were one hell of a guy, Baba. |
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17 Feb 08 - 08:18 AM (#2264454) Subject: Lyr Add: MY OLD MAN (David Mallett) From: John Hardly MY OLD MAN As recorded by David Mallett on “For a Lifetime” (1988)
1. My old man was not a mover nor a shaker, just a dreamer; I'm a lot like him.
CHORUS: My old man, talkin' 'bout my old man,
2. My old man was a "Daddy" till I got too cool to call him that anymore.
3. Well, my old man was a draggin'-in-the-pants man when got home from the mill. |
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17 Feb 08 - 11:14 PM (#2265065) Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said From: freightdawg Wow, George... That was special. Thanks. FD |
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18 Feb 08 - 12:36 AM (#2265093) Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said From: Metchosin Thank you too freightdawg. 'Nuff said is right. One of the more profound and moving songs of all time. And the others here too are more than just icing on the cake. Thanks guys. |