330/365 - have we eyes to see?
365 - The 2010 Edition * November 26, 2010
For the Musically Challenged group. Forty-oneCrush's taste in music and mine seem to be a lot alike. I've always liked Collective Soul's music, and when I saw that she had included "The World I Know" by Collective Soul - and why, I wanted to add my interpretation.. One interpretation..
Like all really good music, each listener brings his or her own experiences and memories to the party, and the same song, the same lyrics, will mean something slightly different to each.. There are many 'edges' - and many 'worlds below'..
Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why.
Are we listening
To hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see
That love is gathering?
All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one..
So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself
As the tears roll down
Cause it's the world I know
It's the world I know...
330/365 - have we eyes to see?
365 - The 2010 Edition * November 26, 2010
For the Musically Challenged group. Forty-oneCrush's taste in music and mine seem to be a lot alike. I've always liked Collective Soul's music, and when I saw that she had included "The World I Know" by Collective Soul - and why, I wanted to add my interpretation.. One interpretation..
Like all really good music, each listener brings his or her own experiences and memories to the party, and the same song, the same lyrics, will mean something slightly different to each.. There are many 'edges' - and many 'worlds below'..
Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why.
Are we listening
To hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see
That love is gathering?
All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one..
So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself
As the tears roll down
Cause it's the world I know
It's the world I know...