He is not Really Heavy: He is my Brother; I Can Manage.

Posted for Teela:

Here is a no shitter story:

I talked to my “ever-so-cool” step-sister back in the Seventies about this song.

She said to me,

“Lance, what does this song mean to you?”

I said (thirteen years old), I said, it is about some dude carrying his brother out of a war zone in a desert, and some guy comes up and says, ‘Is he heavy?’

And the dude says, “No. He’s my brother.”

My step-sister just left me there, all alone, wondering why I was not cool.

12 thoughts on “He is not Really Heavy: He is my Brother; I Can Manage.

  1. This song reminds me so much of my Dad who looked after his brothers when they were struggling to finish college education. *uhurm* What’s this lump up my throat?

    • It really is a beautiful song. And my step-sister did try to ruin it for me (well, I got over THAT).
      Thank you for listening and for finding this old post.

    • Mad Annie, I am a simple schmuck, pretty much uneducated and struggling with English, but I will check out the movie.
      Thanks so much for visiting me. I appreciate your time.

    • Ya know what, Mad Annie? I was in a hurry to respond to you. I did not think it through (your comment)
      I need to think on it some more: “that the song is about what you said.”
      I suppose it was.

  2. Reblogged this on Teela Hart and commented:
    I want to those who have shared their hearts cry, written their words in blood and tears. I’m so glad you have found your voice and I dare say that if we all felt this way domestic violence would not exist, wars would cease, hunger would be eradicated, and the list goes on.
    I want you all to know that you ain’t heavy; you’re my sisters and brothers. Please take pause, read and listen. Five minutes to know how much I truly do care.

  3. Thank you Lance. I thought I’d get away without sheddin’ a tear today, you made sure I didn’t.
    You know I believe that’s what it’s all about. Helping each other through the shit storm that is life. I’ve already told you how much your words do that for me, and really, you ain’t heavy; you’re my brother. I mean that.
    Is it okay if I reblog.
    I’ll just listen again while I wait for you to respond.

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