Ever Cried Hearing A Song?
#14
Back on track ****
The Dutchman
(Michael Smith)
The Dutchman's not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in
But that's a secret that only Margaret knows
When Amsterdam is golden in the summer]
Margaret brings him breakfast
She believes him
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow
He`s mad as he can be but Margaret only sees that sometimes
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes
CHO: Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me
The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes
His cap and coat are patched with the love
That Margaret sewed in
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam
He watches tug boats down canals
And calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain
'Til Margaret comes to take him home again
Through unforgiving streets
That trick him though she holds his arm
Sometimes he thinks that he's alone and calls her name
The windmills whirl the winter in
She winds his muffler tighter,
They sit in the kitchen
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew
He sees her for a moment, calls her name
She makes the bed up humming some old love song
A song Margaret learned when the tune was very new
He hums a line or two, they hum together in the night
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.
(Michael Smith)
The Dutchman's not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in
But that's a secret that only Margaret knows
When Amsterdam is golden in the summer]
Margaret brings him breakfast
She believes him
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow
He`s mad as he can be but Margaret only sees that sometimes
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes
CHO: Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me
The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes
His cap and coat are patched with the love
That Margaret sewed in
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam
He watches tug boats down canals
And calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain
'Til Margaret comes to take him home again
Through unforgiving streets
That trick him though she holds his arm
Sometimes he thinks that he's alone and calls her name
The windmills whirl the winter in
She winds his muffler tighter,
They sit in the kitchen
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew
He sees her for a moment, calls her name
She makes the bed up humming some old love song
A song Margaret learned when the tune was very new
He hums a line or two, they hum together in the night
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.
Steve Goodman - My Old Man Lyrics
I miss my old man tonite
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 tonite
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.
I miss my old man tonite
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 tonite
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.
#15
this thread took a turn for the worse but at least its back on track LOL I THINK ! ! !
Crying is not gay
Crying because you miss your 7 and wish you where driving it while hearing a killer song not gay
crying because your clothes faded in the dryer GAY
Crying is not gay
Crying because you miss your 7 and wish you where driving it while hearing a killer song not gay
crying because your clothes faded in the dryer GAY
#19
Originally Posted by 1988RedT2' post='883370' date='Sep 24 2007, 04:16 PM
I think becoming a parent makes you a LOT more emotional. After a couple of beers, certain songs (damned if I can name one right now) will get me a little worked up. Yup.
Like that "Cats in the Cradle" song, sometimes when I hear it I imagine being the dad, and it gets me a little choked up.
Then my son comes in and says "daddy, can we go play baseball?" and I'm all like "shut up, I'm listening to my tunes!" j/k!
#20
Originally Posted by Baldy' post='883439' date='Sep 25 2007, 09:07 AM
I concur! Sometimes I can really get wrapped up in a story/song/movie, and really feel what it would be like to be in the position of the character/subject.
Like that "Cats in the Cradle" song, sometimes when I hear it I imagine being the dad, and it gets me a little choked up.
Then my son comes in and says "daddy, can we go play baseball?" and I'm all like "shut up, I'm listening to my tunes!" j/k!
Like that "Cats in the Cradle" song, sometimes when I hear it I imagine being the dad, and it gets me a little choked up.
Then my son comes in and says "daddy, can we go play baseball?" and I'm all like "shut up, I'm listening to my tunes!" j/k!
"I told you not bother daddy when he's drinkin his grown up juice, now buzz of ya little **** trophy"