Delivery Delayed Stan Rogers
"Delivery Delayed" by Stan Rogers, released in 1979, is a folk song that captures the struggles of sailors and the impact of delays on their lives and families. Themes of longing, isolation, and the harsh realities of maritime life are prominent. The song features Rogers' signature storytelling and emotive vocals, highlighting the resilience of those at sea. Its cultural impact lies in its portrayal of Canadian maritime heritage. #Folk
How early is "Beginning"? From when is there a soul?
Do we discover living, or, somehow, are we told?
In sudden pain, in empty cold, in blinding light of day
We're given breath, and it takes our breath away
How cruel to be unformed fancy, the way in which we come
Overwhelmed by feeling and sudden loss of love
And what price dark confining pain, the hardest to forgive
When all at once, we're called upon to live
By a giant hand we're taken from the shelter of the womb
That dreaded first horizon, the endless empty room
Where communion is lost forever, when a heart first beats alone
Still, it remembers, no matter how its grown
We grow, but grow apart
We live, but more alone
The more to see, the more to see
To cry aloud that we are free
To hide our ancient fear of being alone
And how we live in darkness, embracing spiteful cold
Refusing any answers, for no man can be told
That delivery is delayed until at last we're made aware
And first reach for love, to find 'twas always there
Do we discover living, or, somehow, are we told?
In sudden pain, in empty cold, in blinding light of day
We're given breath, and it takes our breath away
How cruel to be unformed fancy, the way in which we come
Overwhelmed by feeling and sudden loss of love
And what price dark confining pain, the hardest to forgive
When all at once, we're called upon to live
By a giant hand we're taken from the shelter of the womb
That dreaded first horizon, the endless empty room
Where communion is lost forever, when a heart first beats alone
Still, it remembers, no matter how its grown
We grow, but grow apart
We live, but more alone
The more to see, the more to see
To cry aloud that we are free
To hide our ancient fear of being alone
And how we live in darkness, embracing spiteful cold
Refusing any answers, for no man can be told
That delivery is delayed until at last we're made aware
And first reach for love, to find 'twas always there
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