jowritesongs

Songwriter & singer Jo Girdlestone

Harry Can’t Cry

‘I said Harry my friend share your fears

Pour your troubles into my ears

He said No thanks and he pushed back the tears 

He’s been fighting them alone now for years and years’  


Over Time Harry has reached a tipping point. He’s like river banks on the point of breaking. His conditioning teaches him that to be a Man is to not show emotion. When he can’t hold on any longer he slips into the river only to find he is not alone in his suffering (millions of small drops make a river of rain). He has found a way of connecting without compromising his idea of masculinity but the consequences are devastating.

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Lyrics

Harry was staying by the bend in the river, the day the rain came. He said 

‘If I start crying I’m never going to stop. I’m like the rain, just like the rain’ 

I said ‘Harry my friend, share your fears. Pour your troubles into my ears’

He said ‘No thanks’ and he pushed back the tears

He’s been fighting them alone now for years and years 


But I’ve never seen this river as high as it is today

If he lets go with the rain we could all be 


Washed away, along with his pain

Millions of small drops make a river of rain 

It’s like a muscle made of water. It flexes and it strains

And it’s more than these little banks can contain

It’s pulling, it’s pulling and it could carry this whole valley away 


Everyone knows Harry, a big strong guy

Who could carry the world, who could lift up the sky

He’s godlike, he’s idolised

But something’s gone wrong along the line

He’s sucked up and soaked up more than his fill

He’s shut up and choked up and that’s why he’s ill

But you’ll never see him cry, you’ll never see him spill 

He’s full to the brim and his head’s in a spin

He’s taken it too many times on his chin

He can’t hear his own voice over the din

He wants to resist but the rain is calling him


And I’ve never seen this river as high as it is today

If he tips in with the rain we could all be 


Washed away, slipping in with his pain

Millions of small drops make a river of rain 

It’s like a muscle made of water. It flexes and it strains

And it’s more than these little banks can contain

It’s pulling, it’s pulling 

It’s carrying Harry, it’s carrying Harry

and it could carry this whole valley away 

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Recordings: guitar & voice - Jo Girdlestone; fretless bass - Richard J Finch-Turner.