Good morning! This week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt from Jim Adams is Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months and Years. So this week it was toss up for me between Ruby Tuesday and The Living Years, by Mike and the Mechanics. M&M won because I love the lyrics. Sadly, many of us have experienced resistance and division within our family circle, and anger, spoken or unspoken has come back to haunt us.
Mike + the Mechanics are an English rock supergroup formed in 1985 as a side project of Mike Rutherford the bassist/guitarist and one of the founding members of the band Genesis. I hope you enjoy the anthem-like quality of this song.
The Living Years Mike and the Mechanics
Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Oh, crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it He says it's perfect sense You just can't get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talking in defence
Say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear) You can listen as well as you hear It's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh when we die) To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you don't give up, and don't give in You may just be okay
So say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear) You can listen as well as you hear Because it's too late, it's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh when we die) To admit we don't see eye to eye I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit Later that same year I'm sure I heard his echo In my baby's new born tears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear) You can listen as well as you hear It's too late (it's too late) when we die (it's too late when we die) To admit we don't see eye to eye
So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud) Say it clear (come on say it clear)