1-2-19
I discovered this song through an amazing online channel called “Daytrotter.” They are an online music blog that has an unbelievable library of specially recorded material from artists from all different genres and levels of fame. Gentleman Auction House was one of the earliest artists I discovered through that site, A Good Son, was one of the four tracks that they had recorded live for their session.
This song has always made me want to be a better person; no matter the situation I’m facing in the moment, or the struggle life may be challenging with, it leaves me with a disposition of needing to be better. This should be a great thing, but with it comes the times where it also makes me feel like I haven’t reached that level of being “good enough,” hence “needing” to be better.
In my experience, most everyone struggles with trying to be “good enough.” “Good enough,” for the job their in, “good enough,” for the relationship you in, “good enough,” for the team your on, “good enough” for the parent(s) that brought you into the world… but rarely is it directed to being first “good enough” for one’s self.
Too often we’re trying to meet everyone else’s expectations of ourselves, when we haven’t taken the time to really discover what are our own expectations of ourselves. Of course, you’re always going to struggle with not being “good enough,” when there is no clear indication of what “good enough” really is.
I was raised in a loving home, with parents that tried every day. I’ve been fortunate to live in the places I have as they’ve been primarily very safe, (especially in comparison to the so many other places in the world.) I hit the proverbial lotter, and it’s for these reasons and countless others that I have struggled day in and day out for as long as I could remember to try and be the “good son” that I was told to be. The problem with this, like it often is, the expectations I believed others had for me were never really the expectations I’ve had for myself.
The world we’re brought into changes too quickly. By the time we’ve grown up the expectations we were raised into understanding have drastically shifted. I see the changing times as an opportunity to be a better me, to not only be “good enough,” but something exceptionally different. I wouldn’t say this is a resolution, mainly because it’s a constant pursuit, but focusing on understanding my own expectations maybe I can start to get it right.
Lyrics:
You were born on a sinking ship
You were born on a sinking ship
You were born on a sinking ship
And you were born
But you were punching like a kick drum
You were punching like a kick drum
You were punching like a kick drum
And you were
They were humming on your birthday
They were humming on your birthday
They were humming on your birthday
And they were
Well you were built like a good son
You were built like a good son
And you were built like a good son
And You were
And You were
I was born in my father’s line
I was born in my father’s line
I was born in my father’s line
And I was born
But I was born with my mother’s eyes
I was born with my mother’s eyes
I was born with my mother’s eyes
And I was born
They said he’ll be born in our loving arms
He’ll be born in our loving arms
He’ll be born in our loving arms
And He’ll be born
And Then
Then they prayed for a good son
Then they prayed for a good son
Yeah then they prayed for a good son
And, then they prayed
And, then they prayed
Meet me out on this wreck of a night
Meet me out where it’s just you and I
Meet me out and please don’t take your time
It’s taken so long let’s start to get right
Meet me out on this wreck of a night
Meet me out where it’s just you and I
Meet me out and please don’t take your time
It’s taken so long let’s start to get right
Meet me out on this wreck of a night
Meet me out where it’s just you and I
Meet me out and please don’t take your time
It’s taken so long let’s start to get right
Let’s start to get right