I had a dream....

[S n o w b a l l]

Care to post your feelings in song?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3SlsP130xY&feature=related

[BethCA66]

1. AiC "Heaven Beside You" and Sunny War "Sheep"

Heaven...

Sheep

The sheep are unhappy because our shepherd is cruel
We exploit ourselves and then we sell our own wool
No gods, no masters - well, I am trying to break free
Those ? shepherds know they can't hurt me
We're not sheep

The sheep are unhappy because they're all fenced in
living the same old day over and over again
I burn my fence down with my fist up in the air
There ain't no fences, but the sheep are unaware they aint...

[S n o w b a l l]

2. It's a dad thing....

My mom I were talking today, she went to see him the day before he died after not talking or being friendly for years and they finally made peace. He loved her all his life and never got over her. We played this at his funeral. Sorry, I'm being sentimental, it was his birthday yesterday.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tp5Rdb9ncfM

:cry:

[RFKHumphreyObama]

3. I'm sorry for your loss....

I'm glad your Mom had the opportunity to make peace with your Dad before he died. I know it would have meant a lot to both of them.

Although I was never on really bad terms with my mother -beyond some under the surface tension in our relationship -I also made peace and got much closer to her during the final week of her life and I know how much closure, peace and comfort it gave me after her passing.

For me, this is the song I remember her by
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wW3u9-ytxFY
Not only for the obvious reasons in the words of the song but also because it was one of her favorite songs during her last year to the extent she downloaded it from the web and put it on some quite a few of the CDs she recorded to play in the car and elsewhere. Used to be one of my favorites as well until her passing

I know how painful birthdays can be. I'm not looking forward to next month -my mother's birthday followed by mother's day followed by the anniversary of her death all in one month

:hug: :hug: :hug:

[S n o w b a l l]

4. Thank you for feeling my feelings....

:hug:

That's a powerful song to remember her by and I know the emotions you'll be feeling. How long has she been gone? You have an extra hard month to get through and you have my thoughts and blessings to get through that. It really doesn't matter how long it's been, it's never easy but perhaps our grief is our way of keeping them alive.

Again, thanks for understanding and I hope when the time comes and you're feeling down, you'll post and let us give you what little comfort we can.

:hug:

[RFKHumphreyObama]

5. Thank you for your thoughts and blessings

I greatly appreciate them beyond what I can express in words. It means a lot to me:hug:

My mother died three years ago (this year) from a disease she defied the statistical odds to get. She actually died in another country where she had gone to be with her brother and sister and receive medical treatment so we hadn't seen each other for a few months before Í went down and spent what turned out to be the last few weeks of her life with her

At her funeral, someone told me that the pain and sadness of losing your parent changes as time goes by. I think in my case that has probably been true. It no longer feels as raw and painful as it once was and you adjust to life without the presence of that parent in your life but nevertheless there is still that very definite sense of deep loss and sadness -you just react to it in a different way to the way you did in the immediate aftermath. It's kind of hard to explain but I think it's the stage where I am at the moment

Thank you once again for understanding and for your caring and compassion and once again my thoughts, prayers, sympathies and condolences to you and your family:hug:

[abq e streeter]

6. U2 and The Doors

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbdX94df3OM&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVdZ0Rdm8zI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iERil2Tz1Mg

plus I want to send my best to both of you; my mom died in 1969, and it still haunts me sometimes, but time really has helped heal the sadness, ad it does feel like a long time ago now...

[abq e streeter]

7. and another one that feels somehow appropriate, but no music in a format I can post

just the lyrics....


Raw nerves, naked eyes, skin bleached parchment dry
Four walls, womanly wiles, sunlight peekin' through the blinds
Luxuriant chairs, multi-millionaires, one orphan rebel child
Muffled cries in the dawn's new light, and the prince of darkness sighs

Born into money and political connection, daddy was commissioner of highways and streets
She liked to watch all them boys do back flips and lick her lips at such a tasty treat
One time she bared her soul and damn near everything else, and the whole world bowed down at her feet

While some unlucky so and so with pockets full of gold
Attended to the details , of the feast

Well, boy, you coulda heard a pin drop in that room
You coulda heard stories of spies, and third world dives
You shoulda seen 'em tryin' to pick up a heartbeat... a heartbeat among the ruins



Raw nerves, naked eyes, skin bleached parchment dry
Four walls, gothic spires, moonlight peekin' through the blinds
Velvet chairs, billionaires, An orphan willful child
When her innocence died, wasn't no big surprise, lil baby grew up too fast, too wise

Well her body was a temple to bad taste and elegance; she welcomed both honest men and thieves
Kissin' all the boys in the back alleys and fallin in love with the one
Who understood love the least
She'd never blink her eyes, I mean the girl could stare you down
And keep your secrets on a very short leash
While pledgin' faux devotion to her mysterious potions
And methamphetmine

And boy, you could've heard a pin drop in that room
You could've heard stories of spies, and third world dives
And ya should've seen 'em searchin so desperately for a heartbeat
In the searing heat of June


Raw nerves, naked eyes, gotta give the kid credit for tryin'
Four walls, bloodthirsty smiles, the blind leading the blind
Double dares, evil glares, a silent prayer
From a poor little frightened child
Love on the slide, a slave to desire,but an iron will to survive

Her demeanor was a heady mix of deep fear and the arrogance of a cougar when it bears its teeth
Dressed to keep 'em guessin' all the boys eyes bugged out
While she tried to act so innocent and meek
But that look in her eye told you everything you needed to know
Not like she had to give you a speech
And in a far off land a man shakes his head and remembers a time
When paradise was just out of reach


And boy, you could've heard a pin drop in that room
You coulda seen a sudden burst of light
Heard sirens in the night
And watched the whole deal go down sped up
Like some keystone cops cartoon


Raw nerves , naked eyes, and the lost art of askin' why
Four walls, closin' in, closer and closer, duckin' and dodgin' the drywall and tile
Peekin' up the stairs, disappearing in pairs, a sly little cheshire child
Who had the will and the guile, and the drive and the smile,
And a style that denied all denial

If she only knew the darkness that surrounds her was her own doing
If she only knew she could find some relief
Instead she sewed her eyes shut tight and left 'em in stitches
To dim the light and cool the heat
Yeah, we danced away the dawn, and when the band played Allison,
The passion exploded from her belly like the alien beast
Till it was all she could to keep from cryin' out to anybody listenin'
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of illusion, at least


And boy ,the streets just reeked of impending doom
Everybody hustlin' just the same, plotting desperate scams
Then watchin' in disbelief, when the chickens came home to roost




Raw nerves, naked eyes, Nobody's got the guts to say goodbye
Four walls, closin' in closin' in ever closer,
Feelin' more and more myself like a spy
From every corner death metal blares, caught completely unawares,
And suddenly the haunting banshee's cry
A blushing bride, just hitting her stride
Then vanishing like taillights on a foggy night

Well I remember ( vaguely) some sort of promise of mercy
And I remember coke binges and livin' in the streets
I remember so clearly your hand reachin' out
To caress my neck, so soft, so sweet
But if the heart never lies, then mine must be stupid instead
Cause I refused to believe her when she told me,
Baby don't you see the best things in life are free,
But that freedom, just causes too much grief

And boy, did ya feel the still and the chill that filled that room?
Did you see smoke on the horizon, smell the sweet scent of lightnin'
Did ya get down on your knees and pray you'd never be asked to identify just whom was whom.