When I plug my Ipod into my car stereo it automatically jumps to a random song.
I am always interested to see what song comes up. The other day I got a little Tina Turner, day before that I got Barry White – i felt a little strange listing to Barry White while driving down the road, but hey…i’m alright with that.
I did that yesterday and it went to one of my favorite songs back in Middle and High School. I had forgotten about this song and had not thought about this band in a very long time.
But this song came on and I realized how deep and poignant are the lyrics and the music.
And i realized how there is great poetry in the songs we listen to. This is one of those songs that has a great poetic flair.
This song is a prayer. A very interesting one. It’s by the band Poor Old Lu – a Christian band that broke up in the late 90’s but their music sounds like it was made yesterday. They remind me a little of The Cure.
This is the song Rail:
Jesus tie these hands
I used to think
That every thing I touched
But it don’t
It turns cold
And reason guides this man
Like spring, and fall
And wind to sand
I sway, I sway,
I cannot stand
What do I do,
When it seems I relate to Judas
More than You
And I can’t ever
I can’t ever
See the end…
Jesus help me see
It’s not about consequence
And I won’t seek
On my own knees
And grace is over me
It’s true I feel, I know it’s real
But will I live
What I believe
Some food for thought for me this day…Here’s to Poor Old Lu – my band of the week. May my prayers be as sincere and authentic as this one.
I read this great line this morning from the poem The Lake Isle of Innisfree??by Yeats. I thought I would share…
And I shall have some peace there, for peace come dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings…
Beautiful imagery, isn't it? ??It kind of reminds me of what Heaven might be like.
“The great Gaels of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad.
For all their wars are merry,
And all their songs are sad…
From The Ballad of the White Horse by G.K. Chesterton
William Blake knew something of brevity. While he did write long stories and poems, it is his shorter ones i like most.
I think he understood the whole “less is more” concept.
Brevity has a certain punch to it which i really appreciate.
Here is one of my favorites of his:
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.
–Eternity by William Blake
May we live the winged life…