“turn On (breathe)”
*More in our series of musing on music*
Verse Two:
Maybe it’s true that we are what we defend;
Or maybe we are more of what makes our knees bend.
That’s the whole verse.
Thinking about it’s meaning: either way we are defined by our actions, if these are our two options; however, with the second there is something higher that we are answering to. Something greater. Something which can be an ideal or a person, perhaps even God, rather than the knee-jerk items which we are quick to scream at another for.
Not all defensive postures are bad. There are many things which should be contended for, but perhaps it is better to be defined not by that which we would fight to save, but that which saves us.
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Songs
My life recently has been going through old songs I never recorded, reading the lyrics, barely remembering how to play them, and wondering why I never got off my lazy butt and recorded them.
The one in the post from last week (Melting the Sky) I played for my Philosophy class on Friday. It is a song I wrote for my phil class last year for a project. Becoming a tradition to do it for them now I guess. A couple of them almost cried. Those were the guys. Surprised the hell out of me. I was only trying not to cough up blood, keep my hands from shaking, and staying on key.
Words are powerful: very much so. I’m remembering this.
So I’ll randomly post these lyrical musings over the next couple of days, while thinking on their meaning, and maybe, just maybe, recording them. Though I’ve been forced to promise I will record one for my class.
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I see a Pharisee behind me talking about how he’s got it all figured out,
So I turned and I said, “Walk a mile in my shoes and if you’re right
what have you got to loose? Or are you just afraid to choose?
Or mama will see you, and daddy will beat you and heaven can’t reach you here
Is that what you fear?”
Could I have been anyone other than me,
And not see Your face among those burning leaves?
You gave signs and wonder, and theophanies,
But where is the Aaron to speak for me?
~ To Whom it May Concern
Melting The Sky . . .
Part of an old song I never got around to recording. Written for one of my classes last year. Yeah. Pulling it back out. Might record soon.
[Bridge
Love, like a cough, can’t be concealed
So we sift through the counterfeits
Hoping to hear what is real
But it seems their hides
In the back of our minds
A something that our 5 senses can’t define
Is it all hope?
‘Cause some call it fear
And some call it faith
And some are sincere
Some sing of praise
And redemption of days
Others we’re alone
With our own necks to save
Could it all be a hideous dream
Or a hint of a smile of some Divinity?
I guess we’ll see . . .
When I Am The Voice Of Reason In A Room . . .
The excrement has truly hit the air conditioning.
I love my job. I really do, but when this young, angry, ADHD man has to be the one screaming the the house is on fire while everyone is playing cards . . . something is seriously wrong.
Seriously?
Stop, Look And . . .
What would happen if we all just stopped. I mean completely. Stopped.
Paused, in an arhythmic, Alanis Morresette sort of way, and took stock of everything around us. Who would we see for the first time standing right in front of us, starving for attention? Beating on our ocular nerves and the walls of our hearts for acknowledgement?
What would be brought into focus?
