October 25, 2020

My life these days (in song)

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

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

Yes we all go through it together
But we all go at it alone

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

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

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


  1. Robert F says

    in good and bad times
    each summer morning always
    takes care of itself

  2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqNGk0VRL3k

    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

  3. 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.

  4. “ Take nothing with me, not even my name.”
    Like that!

  5. Christiane says

    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’


  6. Burro (Mule) says

    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…

  7. Chaplin Mike, Thanks for depressing me more than I already was.

    • Sorry friend. Sometimes sharing the journey has collateral damage.

      The last two songs offer a bit of hope, though.

    • I find songs like this a bit cathartic when I’m depressed, and sometimes cheery songs only worsen the depression.

      • Robert F says

        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.

      • 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.

        • –> “Big hug to you Stbndct.”

          Yes. A big hug from one depressed soul to another. Hang tough.

      • I think what good sad songs and poems do is put our sighs into words for us. It is such a gift.

  8. Robert F says