YouTube: 'Nuff Said

Subject: 'Nuff Said
From: freightdawg
Date: 15 Feb 08 - 11:17 PM

'Nuff said

Subject: RE: 'Nuff Said
From: freightdawg
Date: 15 Feb 08 - 11:26 PM

And one from Dan

Can you tell I'm missing my father?

Freightdawg

Subject: RE: 'Nuff Said
From: katlaughing
Date: 15 Feb 08 - 11:32 PM

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}}}}}}}

Subject: RE: 'Nuff Said
From: Big Mick
Date: 15 Feb 08 - 11:45 PM

Thanks for the reminder.....think I will stop and see the old boy tomorrow.

All the best,

Mick

Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said
From: Wincing Devil
Date: 16 Feb 08 - 12:49 AM

Plain and Simple: I miss my Dad.

Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said
From: freightdawg
Date: 16 Feb 08 - 11:32 AM

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

Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said
From: freightdawg
Date: 16 Feb 08 - 11:03 PM

Refresh...just wondering if anyone recognizes the countryside in the first video...

FD

Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said
From: number 6
Date: 17 Feb 08 - 01:25 AM

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

Subject: Lyr Add: MY OLD MAN (Steve Goodman)
From: John Hardly
Date: 17 Feb 08 - 06:39 AM

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.

Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said
From: George Papavgeris
Date: 17 Feb 08 - 07:43 AM

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.

Subject: Lyr Add: MY OLD MAN (David Mallett)
From: John Hardly
Date: 17 Feb 08 - 08:18 AM

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.
He used to talk a lot about the old days, mister, when the times was tough and the money was thin.
He used go fishin’ 'bout once a year, laugh himself silly on a couple o’ beers,
Tell an old story to a willin’ ear, and then he'd turn right around and tell it again.

CHORUS: My old man, talkin' 'bout my old man,
He was there at the start with a willin’ heart.
He was there when the world began.
My old man, my old man,
I'm just sittin' here thinkin’ 'bout my old man.

2. My old man was a "Daddy" till I got too cool to call him that anymore.
He took my mama to the grange hall dance and waltzed her across the floor.
He took us to town on a Friday night, used to chew tobacco when he got uptight,
Just a-sittin' and a-spittin' at the fadin’ light in the car in front of the grocery store. CHORUS

3. Well, my old man was a draggin'-in-the-pants man when got home from the mill.
Between the chores and the weeds, the kids to feed, you know, he never had a minute to kill.
But he always had a twinkle in his old gray eyes, felt a lot better when he worked outside,
Worked right up till the day he died, and I'll bet the Lord's got him workin' still. CHORUS TWICE

Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said
From: freightdawg
Date: 17 Feb 08 - 11:14 PM

Wow, George...

That was special. Thanks.

FD

Subject: RE: YouTube: 'Nuff Said
From: Metchosin
Date: 18 Feb 08 - 12:36 AM

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.