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Ben E. King, the lead singer for the Drifters and solo star whose voice graced classics like "Stand by Me," ''There Goes My Baby" and "Spanish Harlem," died on Friday at 76.

Barely two weeks earlier, another legendary singer-songwriter, Tracy Chapman, covered "Stand by Me" during an appearance on "The Late Show with David Letterman."

It's a haunting performance and a moving testament to King's musical legacy. Watch:


 
I've posted this song in my thread a few times, however it means something to me.

Some of the lyrics state,

"I don't wanna talk about it right now[SUP]1[/SUP]
Just hold me while I cry my eyes out[SUP]1[/SUP]
I'm not Joan of Arc, not yet
But I'm in the dark, yeah
I can't be a superhero right now[SUP]2[/SUP]
Even hearts made out of steel can break down[SUP]2[/SUP]
I'm not Joan of Arc, not yet
I'm only human"

1- I have definitely felt this way before. Just need someone to hold me while I cry.
2- I can't always be strong. There are days that I'm incredibly strong, and there are days that I completely fall apart. I can't be a superhero every day. (ANY day in my case. :lol:)

So yes, I know that I've posted this many, many times before, but this song does strike me on several different levels, the above lyrics only being a small part of why.



 
This is a song that hit me pretty hard when I was thinking about my father's passing yesterday.

Hard to believe it has already been 11 years. Seems like just yesterday I was at my brother's football game and my mother was telling me about this.

I know it won't be for everyone, so I apologize. It's helped me over the past few days when thinking about his death.

I've honestly been an emotional wreck thinking about it, even though my posts may have reflected otherwise.

It's as they say - it's easy to disguise our pain behind a simple smile.

With that, it's off to bed for me.

Good night, to those reviewing this thread.

 
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