THIS IS A SONG I WROTE FROM A NOTE LEFT BY A LADY ON A MARINE SITE ON THE INTERNET
“Does Anyone Remember My Daddy”
(I’d Really Like To Know) by Jerry Hunter
I was surfin’ on the world wide web – passing the time away
Takin’ a little cyber trip – seein’ what folks had to say
And suddenly my heart sank – when I read what she wrote
“Does anyone remember my Daddy? – I’d really like to know”
She said I never got to know him – he was gone when I came along
I knew as I read these lines – I’d have to write this song
A tear came to my eyes – as I thought of my own Dad
And how it could’ve been me – missin’ the father I never had
She said he was a PFC – last name Andrews, first name Joe
I know he would have loved me – I wish he didn’t have to go
My mama always told me – it was our freedom he died for
Does anyone remember my Daddy? – I’d really like to know
I still have Daddy’s letters – and sometimes I get them out
My Daddy had a friend called “Red” – he always wrote about
It sounded like from what he said – they were just like brothers
Daddy watched Red’s back and Red watched his – they looked out for each other
I Know it’s a longshot – but I thought I’d leave this note
Does anyone remember my Daddy – I’d really like to know
Keep the faith sweet lady – you’re gonna see your Daddy some day
He’ll welcome you with open arms – a smile across his face
You’ll have all the answers – to the questions you’re looking for
And you won’t have to wonder – “Does anyone remember Daddy?” anymore
The saddest thing I own is also the thing that saved my life. It’s a copy of My Chemical Romance’s first CD, I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love.
Aaron was my best friend, and he called me his hippie chick. He made me smile and we laughed about the stupidest stuff.
We swore we’d be best friends ‘til the end, that we’d tell each other everything.
He broke that promise.
He shot himself with his dad’s gun.
In his will, he left me and my girlfriend Jenny everything. We didn’t want it.
A few months after the funeral, we were going through his room, bagging up his stuff to give to charity. If we didn’t want it, we’d give it to someone who did.
It was his favorite CD. He talked about this brand-new band from the next town over, the bassist, he knew his brother. I’d never heard them, and my first thought was to throw it in the bag with everything else.
I was going through a really bad time without him, obviously. Aaron and Jenny were everything to me—Jenny still is, but I’d harbored some unsung feelings for Aaron, too. I had literally planned to kill myself at some point, to join Aaron.
I didn’t throw away that CD, and it saved my life.
“Just think happy thoughts, and we’ll fly home…”
I listened to it so many times that night and it just felt like Aaron was here.
I don’t believe in god or heaven or hell but I do believe that Aaron wanted me to listen to that. He wanted to save my life. Even if he escaped his.
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In the town where I was born lived a man who sailed to sea and he told us of his life . . .
The saddest thing I own is something I don’t own. It is the Beattle’s Yellow Submarine. My partner – well by the end, my wife – of 16 years used to sing it. I loved her so much for so long and then it was over. She had learned it in her childhood long before I met her and thirty years later still sung it with the same off-key girlish enthusiasm. I hated the tune at the time and the lyrics made no sense. But she used to bounce up and down as she sang it and grin like a crazy woman.
. . . in the land of submarines . . .
After we separated, now and again, I would think of the song. Later, when I was in Paris, I tried to watch the movie at a cinema near the Pompidou Centre. I made it about five minutes into it and had to leave. The sight of the Pomidou centre will always remind me of a giant yellow submarine – and of her.
. . . So we sailed up to the sun till we found the sea of green and we lived beneath the waves . . .
I still listen to the song now and again. It is something I do partly because it brings a faint flicker of a smile and partly because it hurts so much.
It makes me smile because I know that wherevere she is, with whomever she is with, she will still be smiling and jumping up and down and belting out the words.
. . . In our yellow submarine we all live in a yellow submarine . . .
What makes me sad, is that I can’t see her like that anymore. And what makes me sadder is that I don’t know that I ever really jumped up and down and screamed out the words with her.
. . . yellow submarine, yellow submarine we all live in a yellow submarine yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
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