Thanks, appreciate it. We didn’t have much in common with each other apart from our love of Sunderland and music.
I had nothing in common with my Dad, he was a terrible man who fightened us all ... ... still loved him, buried him and miss him. He was a product of the mines, WW2 and extreme poverty. I'm sure he didn't want to be the man he was. Hopefully you'll have people, this week, telling you something about your Dad you never knew, I did.
I like it when things come full circle in music and this really touched me. I first heard these girls, First Aid Kit, last year and will be seeing them in Edinburgh this August. This song is about Emmylou Harris and the video is the girls performing the song in her presence. I like to imagine she's pleased to see new artists carrying on while she knows she won't be able to much longer.
Funny you should say that but I messaged my cousin on FB about the programe 10 pound poms on bbc1 the other week as my aunt and uncle and my cousins emigrated in the 50s over there. My dad wanted to go with them but my mam wouldn't leave her mother at the time so in time I may have been born in aus. So we're were chatting about the programme and if it represented them truthfully and he told me that my dad used to send them the papers over for years especially the sports sections that I didn't know about
That's wonderful mate, great to hear. When we first moved to our Mansfield pit village, Mam had the Sunday Post sent down ... ... after we'd all read it through it would go on a tour of the entire village until it turned to dust
For whatever reason that put me in mind of this song. Perhaps it's the melody and very clever lyrics ... ... or just that it's good music. It's best listened to with the lyrics imo ... He came from somewhere back in her long ago The sentimental fool don't see Trying hard to recreate what had yet to be created Once in her life, she musters a smile for his nostalgic tale Never coming near what he wanted to say Only to realize it never really was She had a place in his life He never made her think twice As he rises to her apology Anybody else would surely know He's watching her go But what a fool believes he sees No wise man has the power to reason away What seems to be Is always better than nothing Than nothing at all keeps sending him Somewhere back in her long ago Where he can still believe there's a place in her life Someday, somewhere, she will return She had a place in his life He never made her think twice As he rises to her apology Anybody else would surely know He's watching her go But what a fool believes he sees No wise man has the power to reason away What seems to be (if love can come and love can go, then why can't love return once more?) Is always better than nothing (Who got the power?) Than nothing at all (oh, now) What a fool believes he sees (I believe she's never gone away) No wise man has the power To reason away (to reason away) What seems to be (oh, if love can come and love can go, oh, mama) Is always better than nothing (better than nothing) Than nothing at all (oh, I believe)
I'd listened to this track, a dozen times, on a CD mix someone gave to me, and assumed it was an old black fella from the sixties ... ... turned out to be Willie Nelson's lad