On the wings of a great white bird You fell in love from heaven to earth On the wings of a dove You led me in to the river and then Into the desert without no end On the wings of a dove
And I know the time will come Once again you will receive your son On the wings of a dove
In the city where the robbers lie Turn the tables, watch the money fly On the wings of a dove Captivating, in a word Softly spoken, always heard On the wings of a dove
I know the time will come Once again you will receive your son On the wings of a dove
I would never cause nobody to sin I would never start a fight You’ll never find me lost in the middle of town in the middle of the night.
I’m out there under the stars, in the tents and fields In the dark of the valley where God’s people really know how to kneel
Listen to the sound of water falling down On the feet of the one on the edge of the road Many pass right by and never even know
I would never run away from here I will always come around Give me a place at the table and I’ll sit right down
I’m at home with the wholesome folk The kind who take me in Break your bread with the ones who’d never leave you in the wind
Listen to the sound of water falling down From the Sun, from the one with his head in the clouds The unsung voice is calling out so loud
There’s a home for the hopeless here A place to lay it down Why go anywhere else when I can stand on holy ground?
I was thinking a lot about The Salvation Army when I wrote this song. They’re out there in the tents and fields. Break your bread with the ones who’d never leave you in the wind.
The great cave was dark and cold, but at the place of the seer’s teaching the air glowed with warmth and an uncommon light.
“The real weight of your vows is carried in your obedience to the law of love.”
The lovers felt a deep stirring of concurrence. It is easy to agree. The ancient oracle continued.
“Learn the languages of love. Speak them well. Stand by your promises.”
Two hearts made promises. Two hearts beat sincere in their affections. And as the centuries rolled on, a billion more hearts did the same. Many sought the prophet’s wisdom and never once lost their way. Some slipped on their illuminated states and found the path once more. All found truth, whether centered on the road or wandering distant woods.
“And if the flames go cold, stoke the fire and add more fuel. Let your love burn hot again.”
all that really matters
is the essence of love we call desire
Since the grapevine symbolizes abundance and life, the yellowed fruits and barren branches of the vine in this video’s setting show a love that faded through the passing years.
With care and craving, we tend love and vines unto abundance once again.
SOURCE: The Continuum Encyclopedia of Symbols (2000)
my life is a train i been movin’ up and down these cars again can’t find my home within these crowded cars
A friend of a friend once said “life is nothing but an unending series of disappointments.” If there’s any truth to that, it’s that life is also an unending series of new strengths, hopes, and opportunities.
This is a journey-of-life song, spoken from the heart of one who, along the road, struggles to decide whether to transform life’s disappointments into forward facing energy, or whether it can be done at all. The unresolved questions are a backdrop to our resolve to push forward at any cost, with eternal strength sufficient to fuel to fight.
These lyrics of introspective poetry are included below this embedded video:
Here we have a tune from 2008, written with an intentional peculiarity. Maybe you’ll pick up on it in the embedded video below. (If not, a clue on the lyric page below the video will help you out. Fun riddle!
Herewith we look into life and love on the road: with a metaphor about eternal life in Eternal Love.
take it where you want it to be let it move you on breathe your fear away and be free breathe your heart into me
If you know me well enough to know my secrets, you know songwriting is one of the top three activities I most love doing. I’ve got about 40 songs completed with another 50-60 in the pipeline of creativity. Most are from the prolific period of 2004-2011. One dates to 1991, and a few are much newer (2016-2017). Years for each are on the lyric sheets.
I didn’t learn how to play guitar until 2001. I’m forever grateful to my friends Cindy L. and Nathaniel D., both of whom invested their knowledge into my future. Much enjoyment comes from writing songs that can encourage or reframe the perspective of others.
When I record songs for the Like a Road blog, I prefer to keep it simple, with just an iPhone and no editing of the video or audio. I’m more of a live music player than a studio musician, so there you have it. I’m not all that pleased with any “home studio” demo.
They say you can walk 10,000 miles in the morning If you got the right shoes They say you can walk 10,000 miles in the evening If you got them blues
I’m learning how to do multitrack recording, and this is my first (flawed) attempt, using a song I know very well, having played it probably 10,000 times! For this one I played and sang for the video track, then recorded an accompaniment guitar and a djembe on one additional track each.
If you are not embarrassed by the first version of your product, you’ve launched too late.
– Reid Hoffman
Lyrics and imagery for the first verse inspired by the BP/Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. “Air was cool, like my machines were” references the collapse of the fishing industry throughout the Gulf coast. The oil spill blowout occurred in the Macondo Prospect, releasing 4.9 million barrels of crude into the open sea. At the time, there was significant concern that the spill would never be contained, exacerbated by the several failed efforts to cap the well.
The music and most of the lyrics for this one date back to 2005.
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