There are no ordinary lives.
Take the time to attend to an ordinary life and you will find; dramas and disasters, triumphs and terrors, hope and horror and stories more fantastical than Dostoevsky ever imagined.
Solar systems of fascinating and moving stories.
Stories just like yours.
Stories entirely different to yours.
Stories which will make you laugh and cry and shake your head at the wonder of it all.
The wonder of it all.
Sometimes you’ll hear a story and think – well, that’s a story I can identify with even though it never happened to me.
That’s a story that needed to be told.
And, stories that need to be told need attentive listeners.
John Gorka is a songwriter who ponders stories in his heart so that the songs that emerge carry an enormously powerful emotional charge.
Soldiers live to wonder why
Semper fi fe fo fum
Look out peacetime here we come
A Family story.
One man’s Father and a story he carried within him for silent decades.
My father joined the leathernecks
To stay out of the mines
The new marine was just fifteen
In 1939
A story of a nation and its leaders.
In 1945
The war at last was over then
And they were still alive
Till he ran out of time
Her Franklin D. was history
And they’d put him on the dime
A story of a War which left a bloody trail all over the world.
There were medals and malaria
The south pacific war
Through jungles that were paradise
And were paradise no more
A story that excavates buried torments
Were not the lucky ones
The hurt was all inside
Sometimes the wounds that never heal
Are easiest to hide
Soldiers live to wonder why
Who make and sell the guns
To San Francisco Bay
She gave my dad a blanket
In the hospital that day
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My mother has it still
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That others never will
A story that’s a nightmare and a hard won blessing.
Soldiers live to wonder why
Semper fi fe fo fum
Look out peacetime here we come
Soldiers live to wonder why
Semper fi fe fo fum
Look out peacetime here we come
Moving Thom
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Thanks. So beautifully composed.
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Thank you for posting this song which I was completely unfamiliar with. The lines – Some of the men who did survive
Were not the lucky ones
My father lay recovering
The hurt was all inside
remind me of my father who fought in WWII. He came home without injury but I still could hear him scream in the night because his dreams brought him back to the horrors. May we learn…
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Thank you for such a heartfelt comment. Regards Thom
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Beautiful and rich.
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Good to hear from you. Many thanks. Thom
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