Thursday, May 15, 2008

Is this the Story of Christ and all Prisoners of Conscience? (and our call to serve and to do what we can do?)


6×6 - from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor you got damp on the bed
They’re trying to get you crazy - get you out of your head
They feed you scraps and they feed you lies
To lower your defenses, no compromise
Nothing you can do, they day can be long
You mind is working overtime, you body’s not too strong
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can’t get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone

Hold on, hold on

They put you in a box so you can’t get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred

Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone

Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do

You may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say you you, I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do

-Wallflower- Peter Gabriel

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Clay,

Exactly WHAT do you want readers to pull from this quote? You've provided NO context, no explanation.

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Here's one for you:

"Is this the Story of Christ and His message of Love? (And therefore, is it our calling to be as such and endeavor to ally ourselves with such a Force?)"

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I've been alive forever
And I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music and I write the songs
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
My home lies deep within you
And I've got my own place in your soul
Now, when I look out through your eyes
I'm young again, even though I'm very old
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
Oh, my music makes you dance
And gives you spirit to take a chance
And I wrote some rock 'n' roll so you can move
Music fills your heart
Well, that's a real fine place to start
It's from me it's for you
It's from you, it's for me
It's a worldwide symphony
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
I am music (music) and I write the songs


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Isn't it something what lyrics can do? It really gets cool when one considers the context.

What say you?

Jason