I was thinking of this song today...bits and pieces of it coming to me like dust on a sunbeam. I kept trying to google what I remembered of it, and nothing came up. I thought I had blogged it, but couldn't find that either. Then I remembered the line, "soft like the woman, with the fight of a thousand men" and was able to find the song. I am reposting, as it seems only Lorraine caught it last time :)
♫Lay me down on
shores of the whitest sand
soft like that woman
with the fight of a thousand men
and if you hold the key
would you set me free?
if you hold the key
would you set me free?
I'm screaming to God
‘would you come and save
what you've either forgot
or you're strengthening
I've finally paid the toll
and it's all open road
just trying to find a home
take me home'
Violet iris
and lilies in bloom for spring
enticing—the silence
a song that we all can sing
and if you hold the key
would you set me free?
if you hold the key
would you set me free?
I'm screaming to God
‘would you come and save
what you've either forgot
or you're strengthening
I've finally paid the toll
and it's all open road
just trying to find a home
take me home'
We're tired and changing
heartbeats are fading
our days are numbered
the clocks, they keep ticking
I've been deserted,
my feelings perverted
by a pissed off and ripped off machine cycle circus
when we look in the mirror
it shatters with shame
our faces are bloody
and sour with disdain
I have seen what you are
and I have seen who I am
and we are desperate, we're desperate, we're desperate
for home…
home….
lay me down on
shores of the whitest sand
soft like that woman
with the fight of a thousand men.♫
(I LOVE this song. Matthew Mayfield began as part of the band Moses Mayfield, and he hits me somewhere most artists can't reach.)
when i say take me
now...home...now
it is not a suicidal reckoning
of an irreconcilable sorrow
though surely there have been
those
endured for this...
strengthening
rather an unquenchable desire
for open road
unearthly
teal moonlit path across
terracotta seas, impossibly glassy
my open road
has always been water
and there is a place
i might walk it
home
.
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