What happened to the marvelous adventures - Day 09 - 30 Days of Me
Day 09 - A Song That Makes Me Cry
There are actually quite a few songs that make me cry. And movies, and books, and sometimes random things I see on the television. I cry easily for what I guess could be called "sentimental" reasons. I always have, and assume that I always will. I kind of hope I will, anyway, because I think for me the alternative would mean I'd become horribly jaded (which I struggle with at times anyway).
There is one song in particular, though, that really gets me just about every time I listen to it:
"Slipping Through My Fingers" by Abba
Part of me cringes in horror at using an Abba song to answer this prompt. (And I'm expecting to be mocked for this - yes, I'm looking at you Mike :D). I spent a lot of years not liking Abba, because all I had to go on were images of their *cough cough* flamboyant costumes and having heard "Dancing Queen" a few too many times. Then I saw "Mamma Mia," and thought it was quite clever, and actually developed an appreciation for Abba and their music.
As for the song itself, well, I think it elicits in me what is probably a fairly universal feeling of regret, or wonder about whether or not I'm actually making the most of my life, and specifically with the finite amount of time I have with my son before he grows up and starts an adult life of his own. So, yeah, this one makes me cry just about every time I hear it.
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
There are actually quite a few songs that make me cry. And movies, and books, and sometimes random things I see on the television. I cry easily for what I guess could be called "sentimental" reasons. I always have, and assume that I always will. I kind of hope I will, anyway, because I think for me the alternative would mean I'd become horribly jaded (which I struggle with at times anyway).
There is one song in particular, though, that really gets me just about every time I listen to it:
"Slipping Through My Fingers" by Abba
Part of me cringes in horror at using an Abba song to answer this prompt. (And I'm expecting to be mocked for this - yes, I'm looking at you Mike :D). I spent a lot of years not liking Abba, because all I had to go on were images of their *cough cough* flamboyant costumes and having heard "Dancing Queen" a few too many times. Then I saw "Mamma Mia," and thought it was quite clever, and actually developed an appreciation for Abba and their music.
As for the song itself, well, I think it elicits in me what is probably a fairly universal feeling of regret, or wonder about whether or not I'm actually making the most of my life, and specifically with the finite amount of time I have with my son before he grows up and starts an adult life of his own. So, yeah, this one makes me cry just about every time I hear it.
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile