In The Living Years

Another amazing example of a song that I could simply could not express one bit better. Listening is central to Socratic wisdom and Taoism.

In the Living Years

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…...

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 defense……

Say It Loud, Say It Loud, Say It Clear...

You Can Listen, As Well As You Hear...

It's Too Late, 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 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...

(Mike and the Mechanics)