Well, I met the seventh son
He came for everyone
The day he heard the lighting in the field
I heard him clear his throat
A fork within the road
That night the Tallahatchie took the wheel
I've been throwing knives
To see just where they land
Now my world is in your hands
Send in the congregation
Open your eyes, step in the light
A jukebox generation
Just as you were
The voice upon the stage
Is the heart inside a cage
And they're singing like a bluebird in the round
There's mystery in this wood
And ghosts within these roots
That are tangled deep beneath this southern ground
I've been going through life
Making foolish plans
Now my world is in your hands
Send in the congregation
Open your eyes, step in the light
A jukebox generation
Just as you were
And you need blind faith
No false hope
Do you have blind faith?
No false hope
Where is your blind faith?
No false hope
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Step into the light
Open your eyes, step into the light
The sound becomes
Congregation
A congregation
A congregation, yeah
And they're singing like a bluebird in the round
He came for everyone
The day he heard the lighting in the field
I heard him clear his throat
A fork within the road
That night the Tallahatchie took the wheel
I've been throwing knives
To see just where they land
Now my world is in your hands
Send in the congregation
Open your eyes, step in the light
A jukebox generation
Just as you were
The voice upon the stage
Is the heart inside a cage
And they're singing like a bluebird in the round
There's mystery in this wood
And ghosts within these roots
That are tangled deep beneath this southern ground
I've been going through life
Making foolish plans
Now my world is in your hands
Send in the congregation
Open your eyes, step in the light
A jukebox generation
Just as you were
And you need blind faith
No false hope
Do you have blind faith?
No false hope
Where is your blind faith?
No false hope
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Step into the light
Open your eyes, step into the light
The sound becomes
Congregation
A congregation
A congregation, yeah
And they're singing like a bluebird in the round
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Congregation Lyrics as written by Dave Grohl Christopher Shiflett
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That being said, Sonic Highways is a mysterious album, and the general atmosphere feels kind of mystique to me. I am particularly fascinated by these lines in this song:
"There’s mystery in this wood
And ghosts within these roots
That are tangled deep beneath this southern ground..."
Grohl tends to create storylines from nothing by observing particular facts of life or places he has been, and the reference to the Talahatchie River must definitely refer to some southern scenario.
I really like to think this song is about one of these cults or sects that thrive nowadays, some sort of initiation rite "open your eyes, step in the light...", "you need blind faith, no false hope". And definitely the leader of this cult "The voice upon the stage is a heart inside a cage".
Perhaps the song is about a new member overwhelmed by the strange and newly found experience of believing in something "and they're singing like a bluebird in the round", most of any cult or religious organization has choirs.
This most probably fictional character is idealizing the heart of the preacher, the elements of their temple, the words they speak, everything that's unknown to him.
The only element of the song I can't seem to figure out though is the "Jukebox Generation".