Steemit Open Mic Week 88 - Cope Cover – Colin Hay – Waiting for my real life to begin
Hey guys, this is my first open mic entry and it seems as though I have chosen the right time as my favourite number is 8 and this week has two of them as its week 88 of steemit open mic :) coincidence? synchronicity? Or something else? you decide ;P
As I have discussed with many musos on the platform, for me and many others, songs tend to have a particular meaning, a reason why they resonate with us, be it lyrics, the feeling from the track, the vibrational frequencies affecting our molecular structure 😉 and much more. I love hearing the story of what songs mean to people regardless if it’s a cover or an original. The following story is my connection to the song im playing and what it means to me. Much love in all your directions and thank you for taking the time to read my story and listen to the track.
I have chosen to submit a cover of “Colin Hay – Waiting for my real life to begin” as it has a special place I my heart and life. My grandfather was a brilliant musician and was quite famous in Argentina for his music, but he left it all behind to come to Australia for the benefit of his family of four children and his wife.
In a foreign land and with language being a barrier he found himself in mostly laboring roles, but he maintained his passion for music. In Australia the music created would be classified as niche, however, he would still practice frequently and have jam sessions whenever possible, be it at functions, at family BBQ’s (Argentinian asado), or just on his own when he felt the calling.
My grandfather was old school, in the early years here he would be described as a hard man, firm, stubborn among other words depending who you asked. This caused some conflict within the family at times, but like all of us he was doing the best he could to get through this madness we call life and we all have our flaws.
However, over time there was great change from the man he was and the man he became. My grandfather became affectionate, compassionate, understanding, he gravitated towards empathy, altruism, and love. He was always happy and cheerful, he displayed emotion freely and enjoyed seeing those around him happy. I genuinely believe that we all deserve the chance for redemption, to right the wrongs we have done… and this I believe he truly achieved.
I never really got a chance to perform for my grandfather, I was far too timid with a guitar during that era, I wasn’t even really singing and playing at the same time in public, on my own yes, but I just never felt good enough to play for anyone, let alone in front of a musician. But we would sit out the back and I would watch him play, maybe have a few light strums and give the guitar back. He would always encourage me and show me some of the things he was working on.
When my grandfather passed away it was hard on the family, we each dealt with it in our own way. It was my grandfather’s wish to be reunited with my grandmother who had passed away years earlier, that their cremated ashes be set to sea, this was also the wish of my grandmother.
Three months later after my grandfather had passed away, my family had decided it was time for my grandparents wishes to be honored. There was a beach that we all used to go to regularly as a family, we would go here particularly on Boxing Day with all the leftovers from our Christmas and just have a fun day out… this was our families happy place.
The family came together and we made a trip out to that beach, we made our way to the far end where the large rocks jarred out of the sand and sea, the cliff face of the coast towered over us and snaked its way into the distance. Here we expressed our emotions and said our final goodbyes, when we were all ready we prepared to let them go.
With the roar of the ocean waves crashing on the shore, my grandparents were laid to rest together at one of their favorite places and as this happened we, the family, played songs on my grandfather’s guitar, this is where I first performed “Colin Hay’s - Waiting for my real life to begin” openly and this is why it means so much to me…
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Colin Hay - Waiting for my real life to begin
Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
I'll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down, down, down, on me
And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
Don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path, up this cobbled lane
I'm walking in my old footsteps, once again
And you say, just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Just let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, oh so very soon
It's just that times are lean
And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
Don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
On a clear day, I can see, see for a long way
On a clear day, I can see, see for a long way