Posts
When I was younger, I have always been fed with the misinformation that Gwai Los are of of loose morals and they dispatch their parents to the old folks home or just feed them with dog foods. And at the slightest provocation, they will jump into bed and have sex with strangers etc.
I must say all these misinformations fed by my teachers/politicians/China ass kissers were slowly dismantled by some of the records I listened to during my formation years. Among one of them is this " Color Him Father" which was originally recorded and hit the top 20 by the Winstons. And this also turned up to be a great race relation records which also broke my other misinformation that America is full of KKK and Black Panthers. (that's another story for another day)
But my more preferred version of "Color Him Father " is by O.C. Smith (he of "Little Green Apples", "Sons Of A Hickory Holler's Tramp" and "Honey"). I first bought the album which includes this song from the corner record store at Templer Road's hawker centre (The Lou Hong area). I prefer Smith's version over the original is because Smith sings more soulfully. And the horns and shouting style girls back singings are just so intense. Over the years, I hold it at my highest of esteems.
Go through the lyrics, there you would find Americans' family values are of NO difference from we Chinese'.
There's a man at my house he's so big and strong
He goes to work each day, stays all day long
He comes home each night looking tired and beat
He sits down at the dinner table and has a bite to eat
Never a frown always a smile
When he says to me how's my child
I've been studying hard all day in school
Tryin' to understand the golden rule
Think I'll color this man father
I think I'll color him love
Said I'm gonna color him father
I think I'll color the man love, yes I will
He says education is the thing if you wanna compete
Because without it son, life ain't very sweet
I love this man I don't know why
Except I'll need his strength till the day that I die
My mother loves him and I can tell
By the way she looks at him when he holds my little sister Nell
I heard her say just the other day
That if it hadn't been for him she wouldn't have found her way
My real old man he got killed in the war
And she knows she and seven kids couldn't of got very far
She said she thought that she could never love again
And then there he stood with that big wide grin
He married my mother and he took us in
And now we belong to the man with that big wide grin
Think I'll color this man father
I think I'll color him love
Said I'm gonna color him father
I must say all these misinformations fed by my teachers/politicians/China ass kissers were slowly dismantled by some of the records I listened to during my formation years. Among one of them is this " Color Him Father" which was originally recorded and hit the top 20 by the Winstons. And this also turned up to be a great race relation records which also broke my other misinformation that America is full of KKK and Black Panthers. (that's another story for another day)
But my more preferred version of "Color Him Father " is by O.C. Smith (he of "Little Green Apples", "Sons Of A Hickory Holler's Tramp" and "Honey"). I first bought the album which includes this song from the corner record store at Templer Road's hawker centre (The Lou Hong area). I prefer Smith's version over the original is because Smith sings more soulfully. And the horns and shouting style girls back singings are just so intense. Over the years, I hold it at my highest of esteems.
Go through the lyrics, there you would find Americans' family values are of NO difference from we Chinese'.
There's a man at my house he's so big and strong
He goes to work each day, stays all day long
He comes home each night looking tired and beat
He sits down at the dinner table and has a bite to eat
Never a frown always a smile
When he says to me how's my child
I've been studying hard all day in school
Tryin' to understand the golden rule
Think I'll color this man father
I think I'll color him love
Said I'm gonna color him father
I think I'll color the man love, yes I will
He says education is the thing if you wanna compete
Because without it son, life ain't very sweet
I love this man I don't know why
Except I'll need his strength till the day that I die
My mother loves him and I can tell
By the way she looks at him when he holds my little sister Nell
I heard her say just the other day
That if it hadn't been for him she wouldn't have found her way
My real old man he got killed in the war
And she knows she and seven kids couldn't of got very far
She said she thought that she could never love again
And then there he stood with that big wide grin
He married my mother and he took us in
And now we belong to the man with that big wide grin
Think I'll color this man father
I think I'll color him love
Said I'm gonna color him father
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.