My life these days (in song)
(Warning: some strong language)
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It’s the weight of the world
But it’s nothing at all
Light as a prayer, and then I feel myself fall
You got to give me a minute
Because I’m way down in it
And I can’t breathe so I can’t speak
I want to be strong and steady, always ready
Now, I feel so small, I feel so weak
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I had a garden but my flowers died
There ain’t much living here inside
Lately, I don’t know what I’m holding on to
Wished I could run away to Couer d’Alene
Take nothing with me, not even my name
Because easy’s getting harder every day
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Yes we all go through it together
But we all go at it alone
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You rub your palm on the grimy pane
In the hope that you can see
You stand up proud, you pretend you’re strong
In the hope that you can be
Like the ones who’ve cried, like the ones who’ve died
Trying to set the angel in us free
While they’re waiting for a
While they’re waiting for a
While they’re waiting for a miracle
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Lord won’t you tell us, tell us what does it mean
At the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe
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Across the railroad tracks, down the gravel road
Headlights throw a beam on the way back home
Lie down, lie down,
Listen wide awake to the trains that roll
To the sound time makes
It passes through the air like a summer storm
Catching on my sleeve like a rose’s thorn
Sometimes it whispers, sometimes it roars
Flies like the wind, waits by the door
And I know you know and that’s all I need
When the light of day looks like night to me
When you’re far away and I’m all alone
I can’t explain, I know you know
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Thanks, TED
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I think what good sad songs and poems do is put our sighs into words for us. It is such a gift.
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–> “Big hug to you Stbndct.”
Yes. A big hug from one depressed soul to another. Hang tough.
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Me too. Sad songs help us feel we’re not alone. Happy songs are just depressing. These songs are gems. Thank you Chaplain Mike.
Big hug to you Stbndct.
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Yes
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Same here. But aside from that, even bloggers need others to come alongside them in their struggles, and maybe those others can even be readers of their blog. That’s just part of being human, and being Christian.
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I find songs like this a bit cathartic when I’m depressed, and sometimes cheery songs only worsen the depression.
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Sorry friend. Sometimes sharing the journey has collateral damage.
The last two songs offer a bit of hope, though.
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Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air
Let the enchained soul shut up in darkness and in sighing
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years
Rose and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open
And let his wife and children return from the oppressor’s scourge
They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream
Singing, the sun has left his blackness and has found a fresher morning
And the fair moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night
For empire is no more
And now the lion and wolf shall cease
For everything that lives is holy
For everything that lives is holy
For everything that lives is holy
For everything that lives is holy
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Did not mean to place this as a reply to Mule.
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Chaplin Mike, Thanks for depressing me more than I already was.
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“……easy’s getting harder every day…”
That line is a keeper.
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But to every sailor comes time to drop anchor
Haul in the sails and make the lines fast
You deep water dreamer, your journey is over
You’re safe in the harbour at last
You’re safe in the harbour at last.
–Eric Bogle, from “Safe in the Harbour,” a tribute to Stan Rogers
And thanks for steering me to Karen Matheson!
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What has become of the green, pleasant fields of Jerusalem?
Hell, if they can manage to get black lives to matter, they’ll be the first ones to matter in a long time.
Don’t wanna get myself shot down…
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“And the sea gave up the dead who were in it . . . ”
(from Revelation 20:13)
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My life these days in music?
this, for my dear husband who was buried at sea
“‘On the tall, slender, new masts
Lord, that is my darling there on top
I can still see my love,
Walking on deck under sail
Blow softly, gently, oh North Wind’
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“ Take nothing with me, not even my name.”
Like that!
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The mention of the Talking Heads the other day made me throw on their great album “Remain in Light.” Some great lyrics for these times.
From “Crosseyed and Painless”:
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts aren’t lazy and facts aren’t lame
Facts don’t come with points of view
Facts don’t do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of men
From “Once in a Lifetime”:
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
From “Houses in Motion”:
And as we watch him
Digging his own grave
It is important to know
That was where he’s at
He can’t afford to stop
That is what he believe
He’ll keep on digging
For a thousand years
From “Seen and Not Seen” (brilliant song and lyrics!):
He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other people…
They had also molded their faced according to some ideal…
Maybe they imagined that their new face would better
Suit their personality…Or maybe they imagined that their
Personality would be forced to change to fit the new appearance…
This is why first impressions are often correct…
Although some people might have made mistakes…
They may have arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them…
They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish
Whim, or momentary impulse…
Some may have gotten half-way
There, and then changed their minds.
He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake.
From “Listening Wind”:
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
He thinks of days that he can still remember…now.
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There’s a monkey swinging in a tree
There’s a fish swimming in the sea
That’s how it is when you’re free
Where you go
That’s where you want to be
-Miracle Legion, Sailors and Animals
We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
back to the garden…
Richard Thompson, Woodstock
Got the will to love,
the will to love.
I’ll never lose it,
never lose the will to love,
Never lose the will.
Neil Young, Will to Love
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in good and bad times
each summer morning always
takes care of itself
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