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the 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 the 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 good's a single windchime, 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 G-d,
the mistakes were mine
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 the 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 good's a single windchime, 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 G-d,
the mistakes were mine
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"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.
possibly "the airs so unsettling outside"
and the guys name is "Samson". Read the book of Judges chapters 13-16.
desert dune
I had a rusty spade Felt like a mighty sword
The stones thrown at your window tap in syncopation
the 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
the 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
It's "has been circling like a record around the spindle of my mind"
"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
"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