the bird that plucked the Olive Leaf
has been circling like a record around the spindle of my mind
where the needle's worn the grooves too deep,
and scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides
so from any movement in the room -
if my cat walked by the arm skipped!
but to my surprise, my interrupting cat improved
a sound already so severely compromised

the needle's worn the grooves too deep

I'm a donkey's jaw on a desert dune
beside the bush that Moses saw
that burned and yet was not consumed
she's the silver coin I lost,
I'm the sheep who slipped away
we pray with fingers crossed
but you listen patiently anyway

I wrote a little song for you
with a melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme
to repeat what you already knew
as the stones thrown at your window tapped in syncopation
you kept a distance out of fear you'd break
but what's good a single wind chime, hanging quiet all alone?
the music our collisions would make
is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home
into Home.

the music our collisions make!

I had a rusty spade but I'm not the fighting sort
if I was Samson I'd have found that harlot's blade
and cut my own hair short!
then in a market dimly lit I come casually to pay
you see my coins are counterfeit
but accept them anyway

so spare me your goodbyes,
your waving-handkerchief-good-byes
given my tendency to err so on the sentimental side
I'll spare you my goodbyes,
the truth belongs to god,
the mistakes were mine


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    General Comment"Besides the Bush that Moses saw", the burn was not yet consumed

    not so sure about the last part but the part in quotes is definately it.
    Knife2aGunFighton September 10, 2006   Link
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    General Commentpossibly "the airs so unsettling outside"
    theriverwepton September 14, 2006   Link
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    General Commentand the guys name is "Samson". Read the book of Judges chapters 13-16.
    theriverwepton September 14, 2006   Link
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    General Commentdesert dune
    Invalid Usernameon September 15, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI had a rusty spade
    *Felt like a mighty sword*

    The stones thrown at your window tap in syncopation
    Fat Kid With Asthmaon September 17, 2006   Link
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    General Commentthe correct lyrics are:
    "i'm a donkey's jaw on a desert dune beside the bush that Moses saw that burned and yet was not consumed"
    "give my tendency to err so on the sentimental side"
    "i had a rusty spade but i'm not the fighting sort"

    the whole cd far met my expectations which were enourmously high, mewithoutYou has done it again
    barrel.of.monkeyson September 26, 2006   Link
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    General Commentthe bird that plucked the Olive Leaf
    has been circling like a record never-ending in my mind
    where the needle's worn the grooves too deep,
    and scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides
    so from any movement in the room -
    if my cat walked by the arm skipped!
    but to my surprise, my interrupting cat improved
    a sound already so severely compromised

    the needle's worn the grooves too deep

    I'm a donkey's jaw on a desert dune
    beside the bush that Moses saw
    that burned and yet was not consumed
    she's the silver coin I lost,
    I'm the sheep who slipped away
    we pray with fingers crossed
    but you listen patiently anyway

    I wrote a little song for you
    with a melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme
    to repeat what you already knew
    as the stones thrown at your window tapped a syncopated time
    you kept a distance out of fear you'd break
    but what's good a single windchime, hanging quite all alone?
    the music our collisions would make
    is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home
    into Home.

    the music our collisions make!

    I had a rusty spade but I'm not the fighting sort
    if I was Samson I'd have found that harlot's blade
    and cut my own hair short!
    then in a market dimly lit I come casually to pay
    you see my coins are counterfeit
    but accept them anyway

    so spare me your goodbyes,
    your waving-handkerchief-good-byes
    given my tendency to err so on the sentimental side
    I'll spare you my goodbyes,
    the truth belongs to G-d,
    the mistakes were mine
    Knife2aGunFighton September 26, 2006   Link
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    General CommentIt's "has been circling like a record around the spindle of my mind"
    havenwood87on January 18, 2007   Link
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    General Comment"we pray with fingers crossed
    but you listen patiently anyway"

    "I come casually to pay
    you see my coins are counterfeit
    but accept them anyway"

    to me just shows how people today that play church.give their life to God spirtually,but dont fully surrender themselves. They know Gods power,and they are still not faithful. But thats just my view
    hippieloveon February 02, 2007   Link
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    General Comment"I wrote a little song for you
    with a melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme
    to repeat what you already knew
    as the stones thrown at your window tapped in syncopation
    you kept a distance out of fear you'd break
    but what's good a single windchime, hanging quite all alone?
    the music our collisions would make
    is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home
    into Home."

    this is the Lyric that made me and my boyfriend who we are today.Two people so focused on God that when they collide can change their life so much into not doing what the world tells us to do,but living life on earth the simple,and pure way it should of been lived.

    "is the sound that turns the road that leads us back home into home"

    the cold house we go home to everyday isnt our home.Gods heart,and Gods earth is our home.Love it
    IwasonceAliveon March 27, 2007   Link

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