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Day 09 - A Song That Makes Me Cry

There are actually quite a few songs that make me cry. And movies, and books, and sometimes random things I see on the television. I cry easily for what I guess could be called "sentimental" reasons. I always have, and assume that I always will. I kind of hope I will, anyway, because I think for me the alternative would mean I'd become horribly jaded (which I struggle with at times anyway).

There is one song in particular, though, that really gets me just about every time I listen to it:

"Slipping Through My Fingers" by Abba

Part of me cringes in horror at using an Abba song to answer this prompt. (And I'm expecting to be mocked for this - yes, I'm looking at you Mike :D). I spent a lot of years not liking Abba, because all I had to go on were images of their *cough cough* flamboyant costumes and having heard "Dancing Queen" a few too many times. Then I saw "Mamma Mia," and thought it was quite clever, and actually developed an appreciation for Abba and their music.

As for the song itself, well, I think it elicits in me what is probably a fairly universal feeling of regret, or wonder about whether or not I'm actually making the most of my life, and specifically with the finite amount of time I have with my son before he grows up and starts an adult life of his own. So, yeah, this one makes me cry just about every time I hear it.

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

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lysimache
Dec. 26th, 2010 07:58 pm (UTC)
That song makes me cry *every time*, actually!
happy_potterer
Dec. 27th, 2010 03:00 pm (UTC)
Owwww, that hit me where it hurts.
hedwig_snowy
Dec. 26th, 2010 08:40 pm (UTC)
Is the song about you losing your past or about C growing up and apart?



I like ABBA...although I did have an argument, oddly, just last night on the blog about Rush not being in he Rock and Roll Hall of Fame an ABBA being in. Meh. :)
hedwig_snowy
Dec. 26th, 2010 08:43 pm (UTC)
Somehow I missed the last paragraph...teach me to drink too much eggnog!

So, it means both.

I can understand how a song can stir those emotions...

We bought D a bike...and, in what is certainly many key moments in life, him riding his bike for the first time and away from me...stirred exactly that thought... While I don't usually dwell on that as I tend to enjoy my time with him to the fullest now anyway...that was a poignant moment.
angelamermaid
Dec. 26th, 2010 09:24 pm (UTC)
One of my favourite ABBA songs!
caronmlindsay
Jan. 8th, 2011 06:48 pm (UTC)
Totally the same with me. I was bawling my eyes out in the theatre when we went to see the musical. The friend I was with thought I'd gone mad
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