
Hockey Song
Hockey – Jane Siberry
In this Hockey song, the scene that Jane Siberry paints with her lyrics can be felt.
You can imagine the frozen river and feel the cold, snow, and ice. It seems like you can hear the puck being hit with the sticks, and see the kids, and the game, complete with camaraderie and tension. Due to the mention of Jean Belliveau and Maurice (Rocket) Richard I had to look them up and find out who she was talking about. She incorporated history and a bit of trivia for Canadian Jeopardy. Yet, the song imparts a much deeper substance than just an afternoon hockey game, at least it does for me.
Hockey tells of a run of the mill, cold Sunday afternoon complete with kids and dogs.
It’s not the usual lazy Sunday afternoon. Rather, an afternoon filled with so much activity. It’s hockey with rubber boots used as goal posts, and that sweater you got from a catalog. She depicts a normal winter’s day. With this in mind, I know it’s those kinds of days that stay with you for the rest of your life. You just don’t realize it at the time. Jane Siberry compels you in such a vibrant way to make sure to make the most of what feels so commonplace. She gently implores the listener, “Don’t let those Sunday afternoons Get away get away get away get away Break away break away break away”.
As children, we don’t always realize it when living in the moment is happening, and memories are being made. Yet, when we get older, and we roll back those vivid days of games played and what seemed, at the time, like everyday activity, we recognize what was really happening. This wonderful Hockey song serves as a grand plea to never let the seemingly ordinary and familiar get away from us. LIVE in EVERY moment.
Hockey
They’re playing hockey on the river, Rosie…!
Someday his girlfriend will say, ”Hey, where…?”
You might look out the window… Or not
(that’s how you stop)
And you get your sweater from the catalog
Ah, walking home, Rosie…!
Get away get away get away get away
Break away break away break away break away
So don’t f***in’ tell me where to f***in’ go
Ohh oh Sunday afternoon
He buried it. it’s in the snowbank
YaYa..Your turn
When they benched Rocket Richard, it’s true
Get away get away get away get away
Break away break away break away break away
Someone else just got called for dinner, Rosie!
Hmmm Sunday afternoon
It is funny how one song can lead you to another.
Hi Bob! Thanks for reading. So many songs have been written through the years, and yes it’s interesting how one song can lead to another and another. At some point, it’s almost if all songs are connected. I hope to explore that idea at more length in the future.
Loved reading this piece – I absolutely adore this song, and glad to see it touches others too. One of my all-time favourite lyrics, and a song that deserves a much bigger audience.
Hi Steve,
I appreciate you taking the time to read the post and comment. I have loved this song too, from my first listen.
I hope others find the blog and find the song!!