Mama

(clock chiming)
Mother, you had me but I never had you,
I wanted you but you didn’t want me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Farther, you left me but I never left you,
I needed you but you didn’t need me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Children, don’t do what I have done,
I couldn’t walk and I tried to run,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home…

 

 

Though the song is called „Mother”, it is actually a cry to both of his parents, who „abandoned” him in his childhood – Father Alf Lennon left the family when John was an infant, and mother Julia was hit by a car and killed on the street by a drunk-driving off-duty policeman, when her son was 17.

It is one of several songs which Lennon wrote for his mother. Others include „Julia” and „My Mummy’s Dead”. The song begins with the sound of a church bell ringing ominously, signifying death.

Lennon was inspired to write the song by a period of using Primal therapy, which works on the assumption that the patient has several defences which must be stripped down to reveal the „real person”.

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Lucky Man

EMERSON, LAKE & PALMER  – Lucky Man ( 1970 )

Keyboards: Keith Emerson
Bass: Greg Lake
Drums: Carl Palmer

 

                                               He had white Horses
                                               And ladies by the score
                                               All dressed in satin
                                               And waiting by the door

                                               Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
                                               Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

                                               White lace and feathers
                                               They made up his bed
                                               A gold covered mattress
                                               On which he was laid

                                               Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
                                               Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

                                               He went to fight wars
                                               For his country and his king
                                               Of his honor and his glory
                                               The people would sing

                                               Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
                                               Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

                                               A bullet had found him
                                               His blood ran as he cried
                                               No money could save him
                                               So he laid down and he died

                                               Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
                                               Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

 

Bonus:

Greg Lake – „Lucky Man” ( California Jam – 1974 )