I stood in for Bruce yesterday starting the daily thread and I was thinking that I had been a substitute and it reminded me of this. Some people probably wouldn’t describe me as such, but I have thought of myself as a substitute at certain times of my life.
At school they were doing a play (Toad of Toad Hall) and I had a small part, one word in fact, and then one of the principle actors became ill and I had to stand in (substitute) and over the next week or so learnt his part. Unfortunately (or fortunately for him) he got better and returned to school to take up his part…I went back to my one work debut…
I’m a substitute for another guy, I look pretty tall but my heels are high,
The simple things you see are complicated,
I look pretty young but I’m just back dated…
My wife of 40 years is called Michelle is why this song means something to me
Goodbye Michelle, my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground
Goodbye Michelle, hard-to-die
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom Let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom Let it be
My song with meaning is funnily enough a new one the grand kids introduced me to!
It’s called FIEN or FEEN or summit like that.
At first I was saying that it was rubbish, then I gave it a listen myself, cracking tune, sadly had to admit that I was wrong to the little gits. Had a face like a smacked bottom or like my Ex-wife Julie. LOL
That’s exactly what I meant when I posted the title of the thread Feey. Sometimes it seems that a song was written especially for you. Thanks for posting
A brilliant song by the Beatles Alice with some religious undertones, I think we’ve all needed a ‘Mother Mary’ at times, and my Mother was called ‘Mabel Mary’ God bless her. I love the Beatles and there are quite a few songs of theirs that apply to particular times of my life…
Welcome to the forum Gerald, great to see you posting, don’t be a stranger…
This Harry Chapin song has always had me welling up (softy that I am) because although Mrs Fox and me had a daughter, I always thought I could have spent more time being with her and watching her grow up.
I was out at work most of the time, and when I wasn’t working I was running or doing endurance events out in the wild country.
She’s fifty now and a very caring and loving daughter (I bet we all say that about our kids) but she has actually grown up a lot like me…
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour, 9 a.m.
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no
I’m a rocket man
Rocket man
Burning out his fuse up here alone…
Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact, it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all the science, I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week
A rocket man
A rocket man
Most of the men in my family are pilots, with my dad being gone for years in total in Vietnam, and Capt. Surfermom being gone for a couple of years for wars in the Middle East, before taking on civilian flying. My FIL lost years with his family too in WWII and Korea. My brother was gone half of his married life in civilan flying. While empathy is kindly lauded on us mothers and daughters for keeping the home fires burning, I don’t think we give enough acknowledgment to lonely times some men silently endure missing Christmases, school plays, soccer games, birthdays, family dinners…and just the simple pleasure of home…for whatever work they do that takes them away from home for such long stretches.
I’d sort of linked that to you before I read the poster…But I didn’t realise to what extent…
There are some very brave and skilled menfolk in your family Surfer…
A bit depressing perhaps but the words resonate with me.
…I’m a starving third world mother
A refugee without a home
I’m a house wife hooked on Valium
I’m a Pensioner alone
I’m a cancer ridden spectre
Covering the earth
I’m another hungry baby
I’m an accident of birth
I am the one in ten
A number on a list
I am the one in ten
Even though I don’t exist
Nobody Knows me
Even though I’m always there
A statistic, a reminder
Of a world that doesn’t care
Good heavens Mr Smith, that is a bit sad…
I realise that in some cases it would be appropriate, but not for an old optimist like me…
I like your second choice a lot better…However, I have had some sad moments in my life…
Back in 1968 I was just 17 and there was this girl.(Josephine! No! really)…There had been others, but this one was something special and I loved her dearly, probably my first real love.
We played together and laughed together and life was good and we dated for over a year. Due to my immaturity and stupidity she dumped me…All my own fault I know, but I was heartbroken.
This song by the Four Tops says everything I wanted to tell her…
She found someone new, a six foot muscle bound rugby player. I heard she had arranged a party at her house and he would be there…I went round to call him out and fight for her…He shut the door in my face (coward!) and that was the last time I saw my lovely Josephine…
But I still think fondly of her sometimes when I’m having a quiet moment, and thinking what would life have been like with her…
Anyway…On with the show…
She always sings it by giving her ‘ALL’ and she reminds me that throught my life I too have always given my ‘ALL’ in eveything I have done and will do in my future years no matter how many or few I am allotted
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed
It’s the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the sun’s love In the spring becomes the rose
Mrs Fox would be in bits if she read those words LongDriver, It’s one of her favourite songs too. along with ‘You are the Wind Beneath my Wings’ she always dedicates to me…
