Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Good Friday

Good question. Do we ever reach the point where we know, or one day do we just say, I'm going?

I think I know the answer...

See y'all later...

Eased along with this song last night, just sitting on the edge of the couch. I've seen Michael Timmins play a couple of times now, and I have a DVD of the Junkies, and he just sits and really concentrates on what he's playing. Good Friday is just G-F-C-G over and over and over again, but it's how it's played, real gentle, even when it picks up. I was playing it on Lulu then picked up Alice and funny, the acoustic was too much. There's something about an electric, and Lulu in particular, that gives you so much control over the music. Lulu's the sweetest thing on earth. That was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me, giving her to me.

There's nothing like really getting into a song when you play it, because the playing adds another dimension that the listener just can't access. You just don't hear the music and the words, you really understand the words, or I do at least--I'm not saying there aren't people who can listen to songs and just get them; I guess maybe I'm just slow--but when your fingers are running over the strings and picking the notes, for me, at least, I end up going, oh, shit, that's what that means.

Sat at my window watched the world
Wake up this morning
Purple sky slowly turning golden,
Distant elms so orange
You'd swear they're burning
All this flowing water
Has got my mind wandering.
Do you ever finally reach
A point of knowing
Or do you just wake up one day
And say, I am going?
What will I tell you
When you ask me why I'm crying
Will I point above
At the Red Tail gracefully soaring
Or down below where it's prey
Is quietly trembling?
Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging.
Purple sky slowly turning golden.
Cowards at his feet loudly laughing.
Loved ones stumbling homeward
Their words reeling.
Red Tail above my head quietly soaring.
Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring.
He says, enough of all this shit I am going.

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