| Bobby Goldsboro – Honey Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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@[Babyofmine:25657] You may be right. But you're reading a lot into this, when so much is left out. Kind of dumb and kind of smart can mean a lot of things, including (my thought) a woman is girlish and naive yet at the same time perceptive and wise. He recounts things that you make evil. He buys a puppy for her, and then mentions that it kept him up all night. She cares for the tree like a baby during the first snow and it amuses him when she slips - I see that whole scene as him simply loving it for her caregiving, something that I see him seeing now about her, and perhaps that he didn't see during her life. Her death is a mystery, and that is the way they want to make it appear. People do die suddenly and unexpectedly. My friend died at age 38 of an aneurysm; his 10-year-old son found him. My daughter's 21-year-old college roommate was found dead, alone in her apartment while on a semester away from school working in Washington, DC. My daughter said she had some type of breathing problem, but not one that anyone thought was life-threatening. My youngest daughter died in several seconds due to an accident. He does mention her crying a couple of times, one time inappropriately, just before she died. Maybe it was suicide, or she had learned of a disease that she was uncomfortable sharing. Perhaps it was depression and an overbearing, cruel husband. But I think they've left out the details intentionally. And the song is about deep regrets and mourning. |
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| Bobby Goldsboro – Honey Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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| Bobby Goldsboro – Honey Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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This song hits home in more than one way. I think of my ex-wife, who was kind of dumb and kind of smart. Innocent. And kind. And tolerant. Always trying to soothe me. Until our 13-year-old daughter died. I know now that she had a nervous breakdown that day – probably deep depression or complicated grief, in the clinical terms. And she changed after that. I wanted my old wife, but she really couldn’t fulfill my needs any more. And one day she simply ran away, leaving me and our (surviving) kids behind in shock. Just as the singer has, I still feel longing for her, the one who was kind of dumb and kind of smart, the one who was there before our daughter died. I have regrets, just as he does. That I could have kept things together if I had reacted differently and better when she retreated into herself after our daughter died. The thoughts of the good times before our daughter died - like the good times that he mentions. And the tree. We planted one down by the river as a memorial to our daughter not long after she died. Within a couple weeks, a record flood washed it away, creating more turmoil. But this mostly makes me think of past failure, and of a love lost as lives abruptly changed. |
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