#mockingbird
Yeah
I know sometimes
Things may not always make sense to you right now
But hey
What daddy always tell you?
Straighten up little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you cryin' about?
You got me
Hailie, I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
When I'm gone, but I'm tryna give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
'Cause you're scared, I ain't there?
Daddy's with you in your prayers
No more cryin', wipe them tears
Daddy's here, no more nightmares
We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it
Lainie, uncle's crazy, ain't he?
Yeah, but he loves you, girl, and you better know it
We're all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls
Lookin' puzzled, in a daze
I know it's confusin' you
Daddy's always on the move, mama's always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growin' up as daddy that he had to see
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The Continuous Creative Act of Holding on and Letting Go
"My father had decided to teach me how to grow old. I said O.K. My children didn’t think it was such a great idea. If I knew how, they thought, I might do so too easily. No, no, I said, it’s for later, years from now. And besides, if I get it right it might be helpful to you kids in time to come.
They said, Really?
My father wanted to begin as soon as possible.
[…]
Please sit down, he said. Be patient. The main thing is this — when you get up in the morning you must take your heart in your two hands. You must do this every morning.
That’s a metaphor, right?
Metaphor? No, no, you can do this. In the morning, do a few little exercises for the joints, not too much. Then put your hands like a cup over and under the heart. Under the breast. He said tactfully. It’s probably easier for a man. Then talk softly, don’t yell. Under your ribs, push a little. When you wake up, you must do this massage. I mean pat, stroke a little, don’t be ashamed. Very likely no one will be watching. Then you must talk to your heart.
Talk? What?
Say anything, but be respectful. Say — maybe say, Heart, little heart, beat softly but never forget your job, the blood. You can whisper also, Remember, remember."
~Grace Paley~
Empire of the Sun - We are the People*Müzik
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we can remember swimming in december,
heading for the city lights, in 1975
we share in each other
nearer than father
the scent of a lemon, drips from your eyes
we are the people that rule the world
a force running in every boy and girl
all rejoicing in the world
take me now
we can try
we lived an adventure
love in the summer
followed the sun till night
reminiscing other times of life
for each every other
the feeling was stronger
the shock hit eleven
got lost in your eyes
i can’t do well when i think you’re gonna leave me
but i know i try
are you gonna leave me now
can’t you be believing now
can you remember and humanize,
it was still where we’d energized,
Alas what am I? What use has my life?
I am but a body whose heart's torn away,
A vain shadow, an object of misery
Who has nothing left but death-in-life.
O my enemies, set your envy all aside;
I've no more eagerness for high domain;
I've borne too long the burden of my pain
To see your anger swiftly satisfied.
And you, my friends who have loved me so true,
Remember, lacking health and heart and peace,
There is nothing worthwhile that I can do;
Ask only that my misery should cease
And that, being punished in a world like this,
I have my portion in eternal bliss.