Holiday... A father who wasn't to his son.

February 27, 1972 - Present Day

I grew up in the best/worst of households. One day happy. One day a nightmare. If you have ever wondered where I get my affinity for science, knowledge, & the word FUCK. That would be the 'Y' in me given by my father. The compassion, empathy, and the tears falling from my face from even the slightest hint of sadness that's the 'X' in me. Mother, sometimes I call here mom. I want to call here MOM all the time but I can't anymore it seems. I literally can not even talk to this woman anymore. He tainted her so much I don't believe a word that comes out of her mouth anymore. So I cut ties with both of them.

This song always reminds me of my father. Good? Bad? I don't separate the terms much anymore. It hurts and makes me happy everytime I hear it. It is truly amazing the feelings a song less than 3 minutes long can evoke in someone every time they here it.



HOLIDAY: THE BEE GEES


Ooh you're a holiday , such a holiday
Ooh you're a holiday , such a holiday

It's something I thinks worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If not then you're throwing stones
Throwing stones, throwing stones

Ooh it's a funny game
Don't believe that it's all the same
Can't think what I've just said
Put the soft pillow on my head

Millions of eyes can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me
It's unkind, it's unkind

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Yet millions of eyes can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me
It's unkind, it's unkind

Ooh you're a holiday , ev'ry day , such a holiday
Now it's my turn to say , and I say you're a holiday
It's something I thinks worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If not then you're throwing stones
Throwing stones , throwing stones

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