Curse those Sad Songs...
Baby Dee is an inspirational artist.
I just wrote this picking up on a tiny thread weaving through one of the songs.
Probably the first time I have ever written of The Forgotten Years, no doubt brought on now by the fact that I miss Biscuit daily. It is far worse having her so close.
Brought ot tears by my own writing. That's a weird and scary thought.
Calls for Daddy
When she calls and asks for me
She asks for me by name
When she calls for Daddy
How could I not go?
When I touch her scars
And she tells me of her pain
When I see the holes in her heart
What would I not bear?
When she calls and asks for me
She asks for me by name
When she calls for Daddy
How could I not go?
When her heart is empty
Tiny hands reach out
Missing years of loving
What would I not give?
When she goes her own way
And she boards that train
When her smile comes back waving
How could I not grow?
When she calls and asks for me
She asks for me by name
When she calls for Daddy
How could I not go?
When I hear her sweet voice
Sweet voice in love's song
When I hear that music
How could I not sing?
I think what's going on is that Dee taps into a vein of anxiety that runs very, very deep.
She sings a lot of songs about her father, who I imagine was either absent or abusive or both.
The lyrics touch feelings of sadness, pain, loss as well as love and longing.
From my perspective, I can relate to her so acutely, but transpose the anguish to the man's perspective.
I have felt the absence, regret, guilt and bitterness.
It is painful to hear that piano banging on the inside of my head.
I celebrate reconciliation and praise the forgiveness that has been shown to me.
Daddies hurt too, even when they are Not There
What about my Father?
What song shall I choose?
What song can reach him?
Shouldn't he have a morning too
What is this telling me??