The "I got something in my eye" thread

LeVeL

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First up, Kid Rock. Apparently he does this pretty often.

[video=youtube;bUPaPnz-sc0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUPaPnz-sc0[/video]



I might have posted this before, I don't remember:




Pow! Right in the feels!
 

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Reading the thread title, for a split second I thought I was in the NSFW part of the forum.
 

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Kid Rock is better than reality. I don't like his music, but he's a guy with a lot of sense, and I find that very respectable.

I know, we don't like Piss Whoregan around here, but there was this:
 

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That just tackled my feels. There are good people out there.
 

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I watched this tonight and suddenly it was really dusty in my house.

[video]http://www.cbsnews.com/news/the-other-team/[/video]
 
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The human ones don't get to me at all.
But damn it sifu, that one did me in.


This was written by a member of another forum I frequent:

A Dog's Luck

The day I came into the world,
And met my tired Mum.
My brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts,
All confined to our own dog run.

Mum always seemed quite sullen,
Her head hung very low,
I realised why this was, upon the day,
When it was time for us to go.

?Off to the pet shop!? my breeders said,
?We'll get good money from you?,
?You'll be sold on to a new family?,
?You'll start your life anew?.

Off to the pet shop we all went,
To be placed in a perspex case.
To sit on shredded newspaper,
To see face, after face, after face.

Of parents, children, and couples,
All peering in to peruse us.
Most were curious and friendly,
But few were here to choose us.

One by one, my siblings all went,
Off to each new home,
One day my turn will come, I dreamt,
As I remained behind, now alone.

Then one day a man came in,
He studied me with intent.
He decided, "I'll take him, how much?",
And to my new home we went.

I was very excited and nervous,
As the man placed me gently in his car,
"Don't worry mate", he assured me,
"We won't drive very far".

The anticipation built up in me,
As we pulled in the drive and stopped,
"I'm about to meet my new family!", I thought,
And out of the car I gingerly hopped.

Inside the house, to my delight,
I met the children and my new Mum,
"Merry Christmas!" Dad said to his kids,
"Our puppy has finally come!"

They showered me with attention,
With treats and many toys,
I was so happy with my new family,
Oh, life was full of joys!

I settled in to my new home,
And I grew from a pup into a dog,
The kids begun to play with me less,
But Mum always took me on her morning jog.

One day mum didn't go for her run,
She'd started a new career,
With long hours, and the kids to juggle,
From then on I'd barely see her.

Dad worked shifts and came home late,
And the kids would stay out in town,
So I'd languish tied up in the back yard,
Feeling bored, and feeling down.

I began to dig from boredom,
I began to bark at the neighbours.
I began to get yelled at by all,
"SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOT DOING YOURSELF ANY FAVOURS"

One week Dad had pulled double shifts,
And Mum had reports to mark.
The kids were away on a school trip,
And so I'd bark, and bark, and bark.

One night Dad let me off my chain,
He put me in the car, in the back,
We travelled long into the night,
And pulled up on a dusty track.

"I'm sorry boy, you've got to go",
My Dad had coarsely croaked,
"We just can't handle you any more",
"We -", he stopped short, and choked.

He turned from me, he faced away,
He opened the driver's door.
He slumped down, deflated, behind the wheel,
His eyes cast to the floor.

I tried to jump back in the car,
Dad clipped me with his hand,
"STAY!" he boomed, and slammed the door.
Dad's final command.

And stay I did, for hours on end,
After watching Dad drive off yonder.
But the night was cold and a storm was building,
My mind began to wander.

The wind had changed, black clouds rolled in,
The raindrops began to spatter,
And with the first clap of thunder,
Dad's command no longer mattered.

The storm was getting bad,
I ran in panic, I ran in fear.
I sprinted up a farm driveway,
The porch light drew me near.

I sheltered from the pouring rain,
Weary, distressed and cold,
The stormfront eventually passed on,
And sleep finally took hold.

The next morning I awoke in sunlight,
Tucked in the corner of the verandah,
A farmer came out the front of his home,
He spotted me, he swore and yelled "MIRANDA!"

"THERE'S A STRAY ON THE PORCH,
CAN YA LOOK UP THE POUND IN THE YELLOW PAGES"
"Come 'ere" he grumbled, and patted my head,
My first caress in ages.

"You can't stay here mate," the farmer said,
"She'll have me guts for garters,
We've got too many dogs as it is,
Miranda'll take ya to the Pound after"

I warmed to them, this old couple,
They treated me with a feed.
They tickled me behind the ears,
They slipped on a collar & lead.

"Come on boy," gesturing at the ute,
"Git up on the tray",
Reluctantly I did as I was told,
And off we drove, away.

The ute rolled up with squeaky brakes,
We stopped in front of a building,
Miranda gently led me inside,
As was given forms to fill in.

"Seeya mate" Miranda waved as she left,
"I hope you find a new home",
I was then taken to a shed full of other dogs,
Barking, crying, sleeping, together. Alone.

My cage was small, the floor was bare,
But I had food, water, and a bed.
The other dogs were deafening,
But at least I had a roof over my head.

Days came and went,
New dogs came in, and others were taken away.
I waited for my new family to pick me up,
Will today be my day?

And finally, the day had come,
I heard footsteps to my compound.
"Come on boy", I heard a man say,
"It's your last day in the pound".

The friendly man in a white coat,
Led me through the clinic door.
This must just be another health check, I thought,
I'd been through this before.

He placed me gently on the table,
"Don't you worry Rover",
He soflty stroked my head and paw,
"This'll soon be over".

The needle flashed in his gloved hand,
It gave a little *****,
I flinched, but settled, as warmth set in,
Followed by chills, I now felt sick.

Nausea built up, this wasn't right,
I tried to lift my head,
But an invisible weight now held me down,
I began to fill with dread.

I wanted to cry out to the vet,
To warn him something's amiss,
But now I found it hard to breathe,
I was nearing an abyss.

Absolute fear consumed me,
Darkness began to cloud my eyes,
My frantic thoughts were breaking down,
My body paralysed.

My bladder and bowels relaxed,
I lost everything within me,
and along with that final life action,
I lost my dignity.

The vet, he grabbed me by my feet,
And dropped me in a black plastic bag,
Along with my fluids and faeces,
He sealed me from the world and signed the tag.

My body was sent to landfill,
Discarded, cast adrift,
My life cut short, forgotten,
Because as a pup I'd been bought as a gift.
 
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This is the Welsh National Anthem, prior to an international rugby match at the Millenium Stadium Cardiff.

The Welsh culture has a very long tradition of singing and poetry, much more so than in England.


It's rare to see a "choir" of more than 70,000 people singing so well in Welsh, in a modern stadium with a closed roof. The sound is incredible!

(I don't speak Welsh, so have no idea what the words mean and have no connections with the principality.)
 

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The human ones don't get to me at all.
But damn it sifu, that one did me in.


This was written by a member of another forum I frequent:

A Dog's Luck

The day I came into the world,
And met my tired Mum.
My brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts,
All confined to our own dog run.

Mum always seemed quite sullen,
Her head hung very low,
I realised why this was, upon the day,
When it was time for us to go.

?Off to the pet shop!? my breeders said,
?We'll get good money from you?,
?You'll be sold on to a new family?,
?You'll start your life anew?.

Off to the pet shop we all went,
To be placed in a perspex case.
To sit on shredded newspaper,
To see face, after face, after face.

Of parents, children, and couples,
All peering in to peruse us.
Most were curious and friendly,
But few were here to choose us.

One by one, my siblings all went,
Off to each new home,
One day my turn will come, I dreamt,
As I remained behind, now alone.

Then one day a man came in,
He studied me with intent.
He decided, "I'll take him, how much?",
And to my new home we went.

I was very excited and nervous,
As the man placed me gently in his car,
"Don't worry mate", he assured me,
"We won't drive very far".

The anticipation built up in me,
As we pulled in the drive and stopped,
"I'm about to meet my new family!", I thought,
And out of the car I gingerly hopped.

Inside the house, to my delight,
I met the children and my new Mum,
"Merry Christmas!" Dad said to his kids,
"Our puppy has finally come!"

They showered me with attention,
With treats and many toys,
I was so happy with my new family,
Oh, life was full of joys!

I settled in to my new home,
And I grew from a pup into a dog,
The kids begun to play with me less,
But Mum always took me on her morning jog.

One day mum didn't go for her run,
She'd started a new career,
With long hours, and the kids to juggle,
From then on I'd barely see her.

Dad worked shifts and came home late,
And the kids would stay out in town,
So I'd languish tied up in the back yard,
Feeling bored, and feeling down.

I began to dig from boredom,
I began to bark at the neighbours.
I began to get yelled at by all,
"SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOT DOING YOURSELF ANY FAVOURS"

One week Dad had pulled double shifts,
And Mum had reports to mark.
The kids were away on a school trip,
And so I'd bark, and bark, and bark.

One night Dad let me off my chain,
He put me in the car, in the back,
We travelled long into the night,
And pulled up on a dusty track.

"I'm sorry boy, you've got to go",
My Dad had coarsely croaked,
"We just can't handle you any more",
"We -", he stopped short, and choked.

He turned from me, he faced away,
He opened the driver's door.
He slumped down, deflated, behind the wheel,
His eyes cast to the floor.

I tried to jump back in the car,
Dad clipped me with his hand,
"STAY!" he boomed, and slammed the door.
Dad's final command.

And stay I did, for hours on end,
After watching Dad drive off yonder.
But the night was cold and a storm was building,
My mind began to wander.

The wind had changed, black clouds rolled in,
The raindrops began to spatter,
And with the first clap of thunder,
Dad's command no longer mattered.

The storm was getting bad,
I ran in panic, I ran in fear.
I sprinted up a farm driveway,
The porch light drew me near.

I sheltered from the pouring rain,
Weary, distressed and cold,
The stormfront eventually passed on,
And sleep finally took hold.

The next morning I awoke in sunlight,
Tucked in the corner of the verandah,
A farmer came out the front of his home,
He spotted me, he swore and yelled "MIRANDA!"

"THERE'S A STRAY ON THE PORCH,
CAN YA LOOK UP THE POUND IN THE YELLOW PAGES"
"Come 'ere" he grumbled, and patted my head,
My first caress in ages.

"You can't stay here mate," the farmer said,
"She'll have me guts for garters,
We've got too many dogs as it is,
Miranda'll take ya to the Pound after"

I warmed to them, this old couple,
They treated me with a feed.
They tickled me behind the ears,
They slipped on a collar & lead.

"Come on boy," gesturing at the ute,
"Git up on the tray",
Reluctantly I did as I was told,
And off we drove, away.

The ute rolled up with squeaky brakes,
We stopped in front of a building,
Miranda gently led me inside,
As was given forms to fill in.

"Seeya mate" Miranda waved as she left,
"I hope you find a new home",
I was then taken to a shed full of other dogs,
Barking, crying, sleeping, together. Alone.

My cage was small, the floor was bare,
But I had food, water, and a bed.
The other dogs were deafening,
But at least I had a roof over my head.

Days came and went,
New dogs came in, and others were taken away.
I waited for my new family to pick me up,
Will today be my day?

And finally, the day had come,
I heard footsteps to my compound.
"Come on boy", I heard a man say,
"It's your last day in the pound".

The friendly man in a white coat,
Led me through the clinic door.
This must just be another health check, I thought,
I'd been through this before.

He placed me gently on the table,
"Don't you worry Rover",
He soflty stroked my head and paw,
"This'll soon be over".

The needle flashed in his gloved hand,
It gave a little *****,
I flinched, but settled, as warmth set in,
Followed by chills, I now felt sick.

Nausea built up, this wasn't right,
I tried to lift my head,
But an invisible weight now held me down,
I began to fill with dread.

I wanted to cry out to the vet,
To warn him something's amiss,
But now I found it hard to breathe,
I was nearing an abyss.

Absolute fear consumed me,
Darkness began to cloud my eyes,
My frantic thoughts were breaking down,
My body paralysed.

My bladder and bowels relaxed,
I lost everything within me,
and along with that final life action,
I lost my dignity.

The vet, he grabbed me by my feet,
And dropped me in a black plastic bag,
Along with my fluids and faeces,
He sealed me from the world and signed the tag.

My body was sent to landfill,
Discarded, cast adrift,
My life cut short, forgotten,
Because as a pup I'd been bought as a gift.

I've got to stop reading this stuff at work... :cry:
 

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This song makes me think of several lost family members. I really need to stop chopping onions while listening to this song.


I guess I don't have to feel too bad...according to Wikipedia:
Burt Bacharach opined: "'The Living Years' is one of the finest lyrics of the last 10 years."
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up,
And don't give in
You may just be OK

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say.
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
 

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We played this bit at my moms funeral...she was almost as big of a Doctor Who fan as I am:


Now I need to go have a little cry.....
 

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Sometimes, having even a crazy human to follow around doing his crazy human-things, is better than having no human.

Faith in dogmanity restored ;)
I feel like that post is the real life version of this, but with a much happier ending.


Arthur kinda looks like Seymour too.
 
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