Playing Augustana-Boston
Sat, 2007-09-01 02:20 - Kerry
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In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed... you said...
You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,
Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...
You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,
You don't know me, you don't even care...
Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah
Where no one knows my name...
Where no one knows my name...
Yeah Boston...
Where no one knows my name.
Comments
For myself...
I added this video here because my parents made me take piano lessons... lessons I didn't want.
I hated playing the piano, in spite of my performing at Carnagie Hall at the age of 15. For me, it was all about the performance that was always expected of me. The pressure to perform, on their behalf, to make them happy and proud. It made me suffocate and drown.
It's a terrible burden, having to perform for the sake of a parent's sense of ideal dream and expectation of what a child should be or become. No matter what I did, it never seemed to be good enough. There was always more to do. A new goal... a new milestone. A new failure.
I think this is especially true for children who were adopted by parents who had dream-children already in their minds, well before they were given the child they named as their-own.
Ultimately, my adoptive parents left me, to be with their natural son, and his family.
Quite frankly, I expected such an ending would result, all along.
It's just as well,anyway. I have my own family, and I let my children do what brings them happiness.
We all love music, and none of us play the piano!
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