{"id":3610,"date":"2020-03-22T16:25:35","date_gmt":"2020-03-22T23:25:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/?p=3610"},"modified":"2020-03-22T16:25:35","modified_gmt":"2020-03-22T23:25:35","slug":"for-jennifer-and-vicky","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/uncategorized\/for-jennifer-and-vicky","title":{"rendered":"For Jennifer And Vicky"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Living Years<\/A>, by Mike and the Mechanics<\/p>\n

Every generation
\nBlames the one before
\nAnd all of their frustrations
\nCome beating on your door<\/p>\n

I know that I’m a prisoner
\nTo all my Father held so dear
\nI know that I’m a hostage
\nTo all his hopes and fears
\nI just wish I could have told him in the living years<\/p>\n

Crumpled bits of paper
\nFilled with imperfect thought
\nStilted conversations
\nI’m afraid that’s all we’ve got<\/p>\n

You say you just don’t see it
\nHe says it’s perfect sense
\nYou just can’t get agreement
\nIn this present tense
\nWe all talk a different language
\nTalking in defence<\/p>\n

Say it loud, say it clear
\nYou can listen as well as you hear
\nIt’s too late when we die
\nTo admit we don’t see eye to eye<\/p>\n

So we open up a quarrel
\nBetween the present and the past
\nWe only sacrifice the future
\nIt’s the bitterness that lasts<\/p>\n

So Don’t yield to the fortunes
\nYou sometimes see as fate
\nIt may have a new perspective
\nOn a different day
\nAnd if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
\nYou may just be OK.<\/p>\n

Say it loud, say it clear
\nYou can listen as well as you hear
\nIt’s too late when we die
\nTo admit we don’t see eye to eye<\/p>\n

I wasn’t there that morning
\nWhen my Father passed away
\nI didn’t get to tell him
\nAll the things I had to say<\/p>\n

I think I caught his spirit
\nLater that same year
\nI’m sure I heard his echo
\nIn my baby’s new born tears
\nI just wish I could have told him in the living years<\/p>\n

Say it loud, say it clear
\nYou can listen as well as you hear
\nIt’s too late when we die
\nTo admit we don’t see eye to eye<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Living Years, by 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3610"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3610"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3610\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3611,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3610\/revisions\/3611"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3610"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3610"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3610"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}