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Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Na na na, na na, na na na na
Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you? Hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Na na na, na na, na na na na, yeah
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
Better, better, better, better, better, oh!
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
There's a memory I have of being about 15 or 16 years old. I was home sick, and Dad was driving me from the doctor's office to Giant Eagle to pick up my prescription. We were driving back from Giant Eagle and on our way to my little sister's daycare to pick her up when Hey Jude came on the radio. I leaned over, turned the radio up a bit, and started singing along. My dad never really had the best singing voice...in fact, my little sister and I used to tease him about how terrible he sounded trying to sing Man In The Middle by the Bee Gees...but a couple minutes into the song, he started singing along with me, and he sounded AWESOME.
I can't hear the song Hey Jude without immediately thinking of my dad. When I first heard the version Jim Sturgess recorded for the movie Across the Universe, I actually cried, because of that one moment when I was 15 or 16. For me, the song is irreversibly connected to my dad, and even now I still can't separate one from the other.
It's been 3 years now since Dad died. Ironically, the anniversary fell on Thanksgiving this year. There was so much to do today that I really didn't stop and think about Dad much, even when we were eating and therre was that one empty space at the table. I think we can chock that up to the fact that we were watching World's Strictest Parents and making fun of the guy who used push-ups as punishments. And I don't think ANY of us could keep our minds away from Dad when we were watching My Sister's Keeper after dinner...which, as Cathy sarcastically noted, was a REALLY smart rental on her part, even though it was an excellent movie and EVERYONE was crying. It really didn't hit me until I was watching the Paul McCartney concert on ABC tonight. He finished the show with Hey Jude, and somewhere between the end of the first verse and the middle of the second verse, I had to stop singing along because I was crying so hard. And yet, I was smiling...it hurt so badly to think about, but I couldn't stop smiling, because it had been so much fun.
So I'm all right. I'll grab a Diet Pepsi and a slice of pecan pie from the fridge, and I'll raise my glass in celebration of a guy who was pretty much made of awesome, even though he never really let it show.
Here's to you, Dad. Here's to you.
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Na na na, na na, na na na na
Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you? Hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Na na na, na na, na na na na, yeah
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
Better, better, better, better, better, oh!
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
There's a memory I have of being about 15 or 16 years old. I was home sick, and Dad was driving me from the doctor's office to Giant Eagle to pick up my prescription. We were driving back from Giant Eagle and on our way to my little sister's daycare to pick her up when Hey Jude came on the radio. I leaned over, turned the radio up a bit, and started singing along. My dad never really had the best singing voice...in fact, my little sister and I used to tease him about how terrible he sounded trying to sing Man In The Middle by the Bee Gees...but a couple minutes into the song, he started singing along with me, and he sounded AWESOME.
I can't hear the song Hey Jude without immediately thinking of my dad. When I first heard the version Jim Sturgess recorded for the movie Across the Universe, I actually cried, because of that one moment when I was 15 or 16. For me, the song is irreversibly connected to my dad, and even now I still can't separate one from the other.
It's been 3 years now since Dad died. Ironically, the anniversary fell on Thanksgiving this year. There was so much to do today that I really didn't stop and think about Dad much, even when we were eating and therre was that one empty space at the table. I think we can chock that up to the fact that we were watching World's Strictest Parents and making fun of the guy who used push-ups as punishments. And I don't think ANY of us could keep our minds away from Dad when we were watching My Sister's Keeper after dinner...which, as Cathy sarcastically noted, was a REALLY smart rental on her part, even though it was an excellent movie and EVERYONE was crying. It really didn't hit me until I was watching the Paul McCartney concert on ABC tonight. He finished the show with Hey Jude, and somewhere between the end of the first verse and the middle of the second verse, I had to stop singing along because I was crying so hard. And yet, I was smiling...it hurt so badly to think about, but I couldn't stop smiling, because it had been so much fun.
So I'm all right. I'll grab a Diet Pepsi and a slice of pecan pie from the fridge, and I'll raise my glass in celebration of a guy who was pretty much made of awesome, even though he never really let it show.
Here's to you, Dad. Here's to you.