Mother – John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band

Mother You had me But I never had you I Wanted you You didn’t want me So I I just gotta tell you Goodbye Goodbye Father You left me But I never left you I Needed you But you didn’t need me So I I just gotta tell you Goodbye Goodbye Children Don’t do What I have done I Couldn’t walk And I tried to run So I I just gotta tell you Goodbye Goodbye Mama don’t go Daddy come home Mama don’t go Daddy come home Mama don’t go Daddy come home Mama don’t go Daddy come home Mama don’t go Daddy come home Mama don’t go Daddy come home Mama don’t go Daddy come home Mama don’t go Daddy come home Mama don’t go Daddy come home Mama don’t go Daddy come home

100 thoughts on “Mother – John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band

  1. I found no sufficient words to express the deptness of John's music, it touches the heart deep down, John miss you n you are still the best

  2. Que profundo, penetra na mente e no coração, simplesmente linda como o amor de um filho pra uma mãe 😍

  3. for whatever reason you leave the woman/man, should not mean you also leave the child/children! maintain that natural connect. nurture that unseen but felt cord.

  4. I love this song because I can relate to every single lyric I can feel his pain and anger, It's from the heart 😎

  5. # is there a color read in mind?
    @ demented liquor!?

    of course what I would have to say "the oldest painting in the world since ancient times"

    _what could I talk about types of families … own production and own and fruitful germination?

    Remember Noah?
    faces !

    that memorable and iconic old man brought all his family shit. Crossing I don't know what.

    more brought not leaving any behind.
    facing all kinds of monstrosity and creatures of the most horrible on land and sea.
    She didn't leave her pets behind.

    I bet if I had this a mother-in-law would bring or take her too …

    do you want older rhetoric than this … {?}

    _I usually say that within the various family models that exist around the world … because this is a fact, superficial, by the way but ..

    I regardless of the modality of each … me, I am from the principality of the family model where:
    = {grandmother and grandfather … father and mother … aunt and uncle … brother, sister, sons, daughters, grandchildren. cousins, cousins, nephews, nieces} until the next generation the same rhetoric again repeats itself.
    simple as that saw?
    no major sufferings or unnecessary alterations of nuclear models and their atomic and chemical and antisocial combustions …

    like that;

    well united … all united together … without missing pieces in the formation of the puzzle … leaving no one behind.

    in a shorter language, I would compare the families would have in their new models with my shit theory.
    for example:
    you all poop … poop … shit … shit … feces … droppings … promote anal bowel movements … fecal coliform.
    kind of manure of "animals" until this one does.

    and where all of you animals, and "animals," do such a most mundane repetitive work as a known prayer in the world.
    As usual!
    of course by your ass … your anus … your anal orifice the fecal cavity that passes through your rectum … hollow of the ass …
    the shit, direct cousin of the fart … of the fart … of the fetid gauzes … that exhale through the air, slightly assaulting the nostrils and respiratory cavities
    from others mainly.
    the logic is very simple you take care of your shit your shit and i take care of my stools … just as i am direct regulator of the ass of my anus.
    thus the world had become lighter without unnecessary front prisons and more hygienic without worse odors without alien and unbearable stench.

    because it's better to "pay a dick" (admire) for my own shit or shit. that comes out of my anus every day …

    than admiring your excrement … your shit …

    Isn't that obvious my practical theory …?
    what practicality it is to shit on our own fecal responsibility.

    so as soon as you learn to welcome and collect by admiring your own feces the world will be much better to shit in peace

    and we will all shit until the next generations in quiet and utter tranquility of analogical and / or physiological spirit.
    so each one with their simple or complex basic shit ok?

    who does not hate to arrive in his toilet his private shit or wherever there is suddenly a work already prepared by another shit

    that passed there leaving the shit done …

    certainly an unpleasant surprise for those who do not have this habit of admiring and conserving other people's shit .. if you do not feel repudiation …

    craving … disgust with the feces of others on your premises or wherever you will shit.

    then my dear friend is happening something unusual and different with all of you, certainly.

    I recommend and attest to seek immediate treatment mister: gay from Britain … blue and shameless fagot …

    Real fecal nutritionist shit eater … your fucking asshole anus admirer of others.

    and so expand this brief retraining of thought to all the other segments of my life and yours, Empress of Shit.

    for example 2:


    * there is a black and a transvestite and a slipper (<— LESBIAN) here in Brazil especially São Paulo southeast of the country …

    region where i'm born who wants me to.

    _be black … want me to be transvestite … want me to speak black … sing black … walk black … feed me black …

    listen to "cultural" rhythms of black … follow black conduct … follow and defend ideas of black … support black radical causes …
    dress like black … think like black … live like a black "lived" … etc!
    so does the international Brazilian transvestite and the interchangeable, (<— lesbian) slipper that I also embrace her general hallucinations of the "nation"

    this land of mestizo mongoloids fused by stateless and native … mingled with mud and mud … sulfur and global debris..etc!
    and I would like you to help me, you little bitches (<— gay fag popularly known in Brazil) from England.
    so that I can help you in this biological scientific situation of my natural matrix within your stubbornness because I am white-skinned

    i have straight hair and black eyes black 1.80m tall i can read and write and my eyes blink on light reflections …
    I really need this help because I no longer know what to do in this territory of absolute madness that has persecuted me and my children.
    I have two children … one girl and one boy … female and male …
    since from my childhood when I lived in northeastern Brazil specifically in one of the cities of the state of Bahia.
    that my life has no peace I have no peace …

    and this dementia has expanded to the state of São Paulo southeastern Brazil … I would like to know if in England there is any kind of color change
    pigmentation as it has in the USA …

    so that I can change from white to black … and be affectionately called nega kreten?

    I do not know what else to do in the company of these here in Brazil and this policy of blue and lies …

    {here they [the Brazilians] kidnapped my two sons and keep "the boy and the girl" in captivity. like, tife senzala … keeping in private home jail

    thrusting down her "language cultures" and Afros mestizo traditions because the parent of children is black-skinned from head to toe inside and out THINGS
    of slavery Ee of coffee pestle barrels}

    _ go a crazy liquor there !?

    me, neither of color nor of dumb mind …
    _more your princesses goes a demented liquor !?

    @aguardo the envelope of his carrier pigeon with the messages and considerations of my desperate moral appeal.

    high-end phone number 11 9 6530 6405

    enter my full name.

    are invited to share my supper of questions that I manifest in my social pages of my Facebook for more than …

    Be sure to invite a "friend" of yours to share my devotions "brothers of causes and idealizations".

  6. I can’t go through this song for 25 seconds not tearing up. It’s like he sliced his heart open and the words to this song came out so pure and raw

  7. Love u John Lennon! Sorry the world took you for granted. ☹️ It could really use an amazing person like you right now…

  8. What a heartbreking touching song. Really does make you cry I really do love this song ❤ if you don't cry you really don't have much of heart

  9. I heared this song the first time when I was very young. Thinking in that time John get a bit crazy.

    Now, after all the years, divorse and lost my kids I see this song different: Parents should (must) take care of their children. They need us even when they are 20 years or older. It's our responsibility … or however you name it. I belive that's the message.

  10. My dad can’t listen to this song or at least the beginning with the bells anymore since he lost his mom (my nonna)

  11. if life has touched u this way, he must understand sometimes mothers can't come home, even from hospitals, fore

  12. Man, I always loved this song, but now as a parent to two little ones, you can hear his hurt and pain from being abandoned

  13. Mi madre esta muriendo por insuficiencia renal y no conozco al desgraciado de mi padre lo único que se es que nos abandonó cuando supo que mi madre estuvo embarazada de mi …..
    Esta canción si que me llegó 😣😭

  14. Que triste se aya muerto echo un completo pendejo…!!
    Odiando a quien Dios escogio como conducto de vida y amando a una vieja cuelera y aparte fea y sin culo…..

  15. John is a hypocrite, as he left his firstborn son, Julian. He was a terrible father to one of his children. In my book, you can’t be such a great person if you can abandon a child.

  16. Funny, he left his own kid Julian pretty much out of his life. You would think he would have known better. Sad.

  17. Esta cancion casi que la compuso para mi ….tuve Madre pero no la tuve …mis padres se divorciaron cuando tenia un año y quede creciendo en el olvido de un rincón ..Pero a los 10 años pude conocerla y fue ,es y sera la mejor madre del mundo…mi hermosa madre de hermosos ojos negros hija de hungaros y afros ,una ascendencia mágica..Madre siempre estas en mi corazon..

  18. If you came here to hate on John because he werent a good father to Julian, make sure to listen the part where he says "Children dont do what I have done. I couldnt walk, I tried to run", a.k.a, John knew he messed up, he didnt repeat the same mistakes with Sean, he knew how his childhood affected him in a bad way, he wasnt the John people THOUGHT they knew, he was in love with Yoko, he was trying to raise his own family -everything he wanted in his childhood-, his relationship with Julian was getting better… and then he was killed.

  19. Mother, you had me
    But I never had you
    I wanted you
    But you didn't want me
    I just got to tell you
    Father, you left me
    But I never left you
    I needed you
    But you didn't need me
    I just got to tell
    Children, don't do
    What I have done
    I couldn't walk
    And I tried to run
    I just got to tell you
    Mama don't go
    Daddy come home
    Mama don't go
    Daddy come home
    Mama don't go
    Daddy come home

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