halfpint04
03-17-2008, 01:25 AM
You can be anything you want to be
As long as it was what I want you to be.
Got it? Does that make perfect sense?
You can’t be a actor. You can’t be a painter. You can’t be a poet
But what you can be is a doctor or a lawyer or a scientist
Just like everyone else in this family
Right. . Just like everyone else in the Jewish stereotype.
You were given the freedom to express yourself through art
But you don’t need to make it your life
How about we just keep it as a past time
You were brought up with an honors education
Got into college on a scholarship that you blew
You’re dreams of going to law school were pushed aside for what
The theatre?
No sorry .. That was your dream. . Not mine
You were raised on the Beatles, Dylan and the Dead
But that doesn’t mean that 21 years later you still need to look the part
And what this talk about possibly getting dreads
You were instilled with the ideas of peace and love
Told stories of sit ins and riots and fights in the streets
But do you really need to go out there and start a revolution
Do you really have to fight for the cause
I thought that me telling you the stories would get it of your system
Remember do as I say not as I do
I pierced your ears when you were 7
I thought that that was where it would end
Not 18 holes later. . But at least their all in your head
And at least you kept one part of your faith
You don’t have any tattoos
But where is that Jewish boy you need to be bringing home
Not the gentile one I saw you with yesterday
You know
You’re right.
You taught me to stand up and fight for what I believe in
You gave the freedom to be myself
You gave me the space I needed to learn and to grow
With your love and your words and your hands
You molded me into who I am today
If you gave me a chance
If you read what I had to say
If you saw what I did on stage
If you looked at the picture I painted for you
You would see
I’m exactly who you wanted me to be
In a way I’m just like you
I am my mother's daughter
I like the outdoors and camping
I'm resourceful
I like to make things with my hands
cook
sew
everything but clean (thats how we differ)
yet I am nothing like who she thought I would become
I look just like my father.
same facial features
same curly hair (when he had hair)
I'm jewish.
I keep kosher
but I'm not a fanatic with it like he would want
I drink like my dad (too often and too much)
I have depression like my father
I love like my mother
I take his abuse like my mother
yet am I really like them?
I do drugs (which dad only claims to have tried and mom never did)
I like cars, and trucks, and shows
I'm artistic.
I draw
I color
I paint
I write
I act and I dance
(neither of them do any of that)
I don't really care about politics
but I feel very strong on certain issues
I don't want to be a doctor or a lawyer when I grow up
I don't want to grow up
I'm a klutz like my mother
I love music like my father
I love to read like my mother
yet I'm lazy like my father
I like to help others like my mother
but I'm very stubborn like my dad
I guess when I begin to forget who I am
question what I'm becoming
I have to look in the last place I ever thought to look
. . at my parents
As long as it was what I want you to be.
Got it? Does that make perfect sense?
You can’t be a actor. You can’t be a painter. You can’t be a poet
But what you can be is a doctor or a lawyer or a scientist
Just like everyone else in this family
Right. . Just like everyone else in the Jewish stereotype.
You were given the freedom to express yourself through art
But you don’t need to make it your life
How about we just keep it as a past time
You were brought up with an honors education
Got into college on a scholarship that you blew
You’re dreams of going to law school were pushed aside for what
The theatre?
No sorry .. That was your dream. . Not mine
You were raised on the Beatles, Dylan and the Dead
But that doesn’t mean that 21 years later you still need to look the part
And what this talk about possibly getting dreads
You were instilled with the ideas of peace and love
Told stories of sit ins and riots and fights in the streets
But do you really need to go out there and start a revolution
Do you really have to fight for the cause
I thought that me telling you the stories would get it of your system
Remember do as I say not as I do
I pierced your ears when you were 7
I thought that that was where it would end
Not 18 holes later. . But at least their all in your head
And at least you kept one part of your faith
You don’t have any tattoos
But where is that Jewish boy you need to be bringing home
Not the gentile one I saw you with yesterday
You know
You’re right.
You taught me to stand up and fight for what I believe in
You gave the freedom to be myself
You gave me the space I needed to learn and to grow
With your love and your words and your hands
You molded me into who I am today
If you gave me a chance
If you read what I had to say
If you saw what I did on stage
If you looked at the picture I painted for you
You would see
I’m exactly who you wanted me to be
In a way I’m just like you
I am my mother's daughter
I like the outdoors and camping
I'm resourceful
I like to make things with my hands
cook
sew
everything but clean (thats how we differ)
yet I am nothing like who she thought I would become
I look just like my father.
same facial features
same curly hair (when he had hair)
I'm jewish.
I keep kosher
but I'm not a fanatic with it like he would want
I drink like my dad (too often and too much)
I have depression like my father
I love like my mother
I take his abuse like my mother
yet am I really like them?
I do drugs (which dad only claims to have tried and mom never did)
I like cars, and trucks, and shows
I'm artistic.
I draw
I color
I paint
I write
I act and I dance
(neither of them do any of that)
I don't really care about politics
but I feel very strong on certain issues
I don't want to be a doctor or a lawyer when I grow up
I don't want to grow up
I'm a klutz like my mother
I love music like my father
I love to read like my mother
yet I'm lazy like my father
I like to help others like my mother
but I'm very stubborn like my dad
I guess when I begin to forget who I am
question what I'm becoming
I have to look in the last place I ever thought to look
. . at my parents