Uploaded July 2024 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
This drawing/video is based on the classic song performed by Mike & the Mechanics titled "The living years" and is about a son's regret over unresolved conflict with his now-deceased father!
How many of us have had that same thing happen to us, that from time to time we have a fight or argument with a loved one or a friend and then we don't want to talk to them... only to find out later that that special person is no longer alive and we didn't have the time to tell them. sorry or apologize?
Maybe we may know what will happen today, but you never know what could happen tomorrow!
In this story, Marco had a big argument with his dad, to the point of never speaking to him... as the years went by, Marco felt regret and decided to visit his father... and then found that his beloved dad had passed away!
Marco felt such regret for not having been by his dad's side and telling him how much he loved him... but it was too late and when he saw his grave... there, he cried bitterly...and there his little son arrived, at his side and that comforted him!
The moral of this story is, say "sorry" to those we have offended or perhaps vice versa, and while there is still life, there is still forgiveness and hope... tell someone you love that you love them more, hug them and that's how things are in this world would work for better...
Lyrics:
"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
Oh, 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 (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh 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 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
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late) when we die (it's too late when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (come on say it clear)
Say it loud
(Don't give up, don't give in and don't look away 'til it's too late)
Say it clear
Say it loud (say it loud, say it loud)!"
The living years/Composed by B. A. Robertson & Mike Rutherford/Atlantic/WEA/1988
Drawings by Fred Vegerano/Background drawing/Google Images/2024
This drawing/video is based on the classic song performed by Mike & the Mechanics titled "The living years" and is about a son's regret over unresolved conflict with his now-deceased father!
How many of us have had that same thing happen to us, that from time to time we have a fight or argument with a loved one or a friend and then we don't want to talk to them... only to find out later that that special person is no longer alive and we didn't have the time to tell them. sorry or apologize?
Maybe we may know what will happen today, but you never know what could happen tomorrow!
In this story, Marco had a big argument with his dad, to the point of never speaking to him... as the years went by, Marco felt regret and decided to visit his father... and then found that his beloved dad had passed away!
Marco felt such regret for not having been by his dad's side and telling him how much he loved him... but it was too late and when he saw his grave... there, he cried bitterly...and there his little son arrived, at his side and that comforted him!
The moral of this story is, say "sorry" to those we have offended or perhaps vice versa, and while there is still life, there is still forgiveness and hope... tell someone you love that you love them more, hug them and that's how things are in this world would work for better...
Lyrics:
"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
Oh, 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 (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh 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 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
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late) when we die (it's too late when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (come on say it clear)
Say it loud
(Don't give up, don't give in and don't look away 'til it's too late)
Say it clear
Say it loud (say it loud, say it loud)!"
The living years/Composed by B. A. Robertson & Mike Rutherford/Atlantic/WEA/1988
Drawings by Fred Vegerano/Background drawing/Google Images/2024
