“You ain’t heavy; I got ya Bro’. Hang in.”
Posted for Teela
And for Madelyn
“How Do You Hold A Moonbeam In Your Hand?”
Here is a no shitter story:
I talked to my “ever-so-cool” step-sister Madelyn, 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’s 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.”
Madelyn shook her head while letting out a heavy sign and then just left me there, all alone, wondering why I was not cool.
I have been made ‘whole’ again.
My initial Instincts validated.
Wishing my Belov’d Madelyn were still here.
So I could show her what I found (Purely by accident) today.
“Dear Madelyn, See? I was cool all along.”
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.
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?
You know I’m touched you would make a post for me.
I hope I gave proper credit to you.
I meant what I said.
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.
Honor’s mine. 🙂
Teela, I am honored to be reblogged.
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.
Actually, I think (personally) that the song is about what you said and then some. You do know it is also a line from the movie “Boystown”, don’t you?
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.
Go ahead, reblog.
You make me smile.
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.