i agree that many songs are written for a listener to enjoy them as they wish, and therefore i enjoy reading what others percieve a meaning of a song to be. when lyrics are vague it leaves for a greater range of interpretation. our personal influences and experiences are what we draw from when deciphering another's open-ended lyrics. therefore...
ive often appreciated Chris Simpson's lyrics for thier often "crossing the line" toward scriptural and christian perspectives. this song i feel is also in that thought line. trumpets of course being that final sound that will at any time be heard to call believers home with our savior (1corinthians 15:52) which is also a topic he has alluded to in previous songs ('my fineral party' - The Gloria Record)
the reference to a jungle could suggest the crazyness of the world, or tour, or perhaps an antithesis of the wilderness as it is spoken of in scripture, but its difficult for me to explain this one directly, and perhaps im way off from any original intent of his with that thonught.
but i moreso thing of the jungle and the first few lines speaking of tour and sleeping on floors and doing what it takes to travel as a band...where technically every day is "work" or playing a show (odd cause he used to describe evey show as an attempt to inspire the audience, as ive reaad a few times how he would be dissapointed if he felt the show was uninspiring, another topic he's sung about)
the chours, as it may be called, i 'hear' suggesting that there is a counting of the day, waiting in anticipation for that trumpet sound, whart a glorious day it will be! and "Yeah it looks like we're alive
But it looks like we're all eyes" with the word BUT being most important suggesting a change of direction in thought... saying 'well, we are alive, BUT we're all eyes' meaning NO EARS and it will be the ears that hear the trumpet! we can get so caught up in the world, which draws us in with eyes, lust, and entertainment, but it is our ears that are used to truly learn of another or of anything of much credit in this world, nosomuch the eyes., it is the ears. more importantly it will be the ears, not eyes that will hear the trumpet. when one is all eyes and no ears, you have lost focus... ironically. lost focus on the purposes of life. the trumpets are NEAR as chris says... near, meaning at any moment. like he wrote and sung in 'my funeral party' saying "this could be the day i go........" i hope it is, i hope it is today. Chris has again inspired me with his words. and for that i am thankful.
i agree that many songs are written for a listener to enjoy them as they wish, and therefore i enjoy reading what others percieve a meaning of a song to be. when lyrics are vague it leaves for a greater range of interpretation. our personal influences and experiences are what we draw from when deciphering another's open-ended lyrics. therefore...
ive often appreciated Chris Simpson's lyrics for thier often "crossing the line" toward scriptural and christian perspectives. this song i feel is also in that thought line. trumpets of course being that final sound that will at any time be heard to call believers home with our savior (1corinthians 15:52) which is also a topic he has alluded to in previous songs ('my fineral party' - The Gloria Record) the reference to a jungle could suggest the crazyness of the world, or tour, or perhaps an antithesis of the wilderness as it is spoken of in scripture, but its difficult for me to explain this one directly, and perhaps im way off from any original intent of his with that thonught. but i moreso thing of the jungle and the first few lines speaking of tour and sleeping on floors and doing what it takes to travel as a band...where technically every day is "work" or playing a show (odd cause he used to describe evey show as an attempt to inspire the audience, as ive reaad a few times how he would be dissapointed if he felt the show was uninspiring, another topic he's sung about)
the chours, as it may be called, i 'hear' suggesting that there is a counting of the day, waiting in anticipation for that trumpet sound, whart a glorious day it will be! and "Yeah it looks like we're alive But it looks like we're all eyes" with the word BUT being most important suggesting a change of direction in thought... saying 'well, we are alive, BUT we're all eyes' meaning NO EARS and it will be the ears that hear the trumpet! we can get so caught up in the world, which draws us in with eyes, lust, and entertainment, but it is our ears that are used to truly learn of another or of anything of much credit in this world, nosomuch the eyes., it is the ears. more importantly it will be the ears, not eyes that will hear the trumpet. when one is all eyes and no ears, you have lost focus... ironically. lost focus on the purposes of life. the trumpets are NEAR as chris says... near, meaning at any moment. like he wrote and sung in 'my funeral party' saying "this could be the day i go........" i hope it is, i hope it is today. Chris has again inspired me with his words. and for that i am thankful.