Memory Lane

I love music.I hate the radio. This song took me back to listening to the radio. Basically it is a song about life and growing older. It starts at the age of seven and goes from past experiences to future dreams, ending at sixty years old. I love this song because I think it just makes sense for a lot of people. We all reflect on our past and the things we did. We reflect on where we are in the present and whether we are happy or content with what we are doing. We reflect on how our futures may be like, hoping it will be all that we dreamed. This song makes me feel extremely self-aware. And while the music may not move you, I think the lyrics certainly will.  (Read it like a poem)

Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.”
Once I was seven years oldIt was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure

Once I was eleven years old, my daddy told me,
“Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely.”
Once I was eleven years old

I always had that dream, like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me
‘Cause only those I really love will ever really know me

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
Once I was twenty years old

I only see my goals, I don’t believe in failure
‘Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major
I got my boys with me, at least those in favor
And if we don’t meet before I leave, I hope I’ll see you later

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
I was writing about everything I saw before me
Once I was twenty years old

Soon we’ll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold
We’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roaming
Soon we’ll be thirty years old

I’m still learning about life
My woman brought children for me
So I can sing them all my songs
And I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother, I’m still sorry

Soon I’ll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life, and then your life becomes a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit once or twice a month

Soon I’ll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me?
Soon I’ll be sixty years old

Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.”
Once I was seven years old

Once I was seven years old

Lukas Graham Forchhammer, the front man for the band said in an interview with officalcharts.com:

“Lukas describes 7 Years as a song about his life so far and what he hopes to achieve in the future. He gets as far as the age of 60, he says, “because my father died at 61. I need to pass it to believe it.” He continues: “It’s a song about growing older. I’m also coming to a realisation that being a father is the most important thing. My biggest dream is not to be some negative old dude, but to have my kids’ friends say, ‘You’re going to visit your dad? Say hi! He’s awesome.’ I had a perfect father.”

Music allows artists to explore different sides of themselves while giving their listeners a chance to explore themselves as well. That’s probably why this song is so popular. It resonates with a lot of people.

Sadly, I’ll probably not want to listen to it soon. The radio overplaying songs has a way of making you dislike them.

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