Being left behind

Younger daughter should have had her birthday today, but a series of frustrating events resulted in her being born in the wee hours of the tenth of May. If I feel up to it, I might reminisce tomorrow. In the meantime, there are two songs I associate with the month younger daughter entered our lives. One is "Big Bang Baby" by the Stone Temple Pilots, but I can't find a clear video that also doesn't feature a lengthy air freshener commercial. So I'll stick with Canadian Content or Can/Con (a rule by which radio stations in Canada had to play a certain percentage of Canadian music in a given time frame). This is the first Tragically Hip song I actually recall liking. There have been more since, but this was the first time I realized I could like the Hip:  

First thing we'd climb the tree
 and maybe then we'd talk
 or sit silently and listen to our thoughts
 with illusions of someday casting a golden light
 no dress rehearsal, this is our life
 that's where the hornet stung me
 and I had a feverish dream
 with revenge and doubt
 tonight, we smoke them out

 You are ahead by a century

 Stare in the morning shroud
 and then the day began
 I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand
 rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night
 no dress rehearsal, this is our life
 That's when the hornet stung me
 and I had a serious dream
 with revenge and doubt
 tonight, we smoke them out

 You are ahead by a century
 but this is our life
 and disappointing you's gettin' me down