Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Cats in the Cradle

I was listening to Ravi Z. just the other day, and he quoted the song, Cats in the Cradle by Harry Chapin. In fact, I will post it below, just in case some of you haven't heard it. This song struck a nerve in me long before Pat and I were married, and I determined that I would not be one of those kinda dads... Here are the words to the song:

A child arrived just the other day,
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad.
You know I'm gonna be like you."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.
Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,
I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,
Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
"Son, I'm proud of you. Can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

I've long since retired and my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,
But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

But what I had never heard, was what Ravi said after quoting the song. He said that Harry's wife asked him, "When are you going to believe the words to your own song, and come home and spend time with me and the kids?" Harry said, "I have a busy summer, but when its over I will be home then and spend time with you and the kids." Harry never made it home. He was killed in an automobile accident that summer. We can all do well to pay attention and learn from other's mistakes.

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Blogger Dan Hawkins said...

Ravi draws from interesting sources at times. The first time I heard him speak he quoted a really old song, the lyrics of which have stuck with me for a while.

I've read half a dozen or so of Ravi's books, and enjoyed most of them...

1/16/2007 11:50 PM  
Blogger 007 said...

Dan, So was it this song (the really old song?)

1/17/2007 8:33 AM  
Blogger Dan Hawkins said...

No, it was a song by Ed Ames presumably called "Who will answer?" I've never actually heard the song. Here are the lyrics...

From the canyons of the Mind
We wander on and stumble blind
Wade through the often tangled maze
Of starless nights and sunless days
Hoping for some kind of clue
A road to lead us to the truth

But who will answer?

Side by side two people stand
Together vowing hand in hand
That love's embedded in their hearts
But soon an empty feeling starts
To overwhelm their hollow lives
And if they ask the 'hows' and 'whys'

Who will answer?

'Neath the spreading mushroom tree
The world revolves with apathy
While overhead a row of specks
Roars on drowned out by disperfects
And if the secret button's pressed
Because one man's been outguessed

Who will answer?

Is our hope in walnut shells
Worn 'round the neck with temple bells
Or deep within some cloistered walls
Where hooded figures pray in shawls
Or high upon some dusty shelves
Or in the stars or in ourselves

Who will answer?



If the soul is darkened by a fear it cannot name
If the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game
Who will answer?
Who will answer?
Who will answer?

1/18/2007 12:14 PM  
Blogger 007 said...

That song is vaguely familiar.

1/18/2007 11:43 PM  
Blogger Dave Christian said...

I really appreciate your posting this quote from Ravi. I was trying to remember what exactly he said and it was driving me crazy. Do you remember which podcast it was? I still want to listen to the talk again. Thanks.

2/05/2007 11:56 PM  

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