Come out come out
No use in hiding
Come now come now
Can you not see?
There's no place here
What were you expecting
Not room for both
Just room for me
So you will lay your arms down
Yes I will call this home
Away away
You have been banished
Your land is gone
And given me
And here I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home
What's this you say
You feel a right to remain
Then stay and I will bury you
What's that you say
Your father's spirit still lives in this place
I will silence you
Here's the hitch
Your horse is leaving
Don't miss your boat
It's leaving now
And as you go I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home
I have no time to justify to you
Fool you're blind, move aside for me
All I can say to you my new neighbor
Is you must move on or I will bury you
Now as I rest my feet by this fire
Those hands once warmed here
I have retired them
I can breathe my own air
I can sleep more soundly
Upon these poor souls
I'll build heaven and call it home
'Cause you're all dead now
I live with my justice
I live with my greedy need
I live with no mercy
I live with my frenzied feeding
I live with my hatred
I live with my jealousy
I live with the notion
That I don't need anyone but me
Don't drink the water
Don't drink the water
There's blood in the water
Don't drink the water
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Joint HOB/Integrity "Word to the Church" (video and transcript)
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"Don't drink the water."
Don't drink the Communion wine.
That's not Christ's blood.
And a good part of the Anglican Communion won't drink what TEC pours.
What a powerful set of lyrics.
As a musician and composer, I never presume a song's meaning simply because of the apparent meaning of 95% of it.
The song certainly leads in a direction of the need for creating space for one's own (perceived to be righteous) space for one's own identity, for one's own being, and not to be trampled upon by any other (for what are perceived to be self-righteous reasons).
King of the Hill by virtue of making it to the top; no room for any others.
And then the final 5% of the song (which really - once you shake off the enormous power of the first part of the song - is nearly one third of it).
...no room for any others...Until one realizes the need for "the other" -- a realization that happens when you discover you didn't need anybody else to bring about your own demolition. Among other things, diachrome fellowship brings restorative, parameters to the ultimately destructive end of the Self left to itself. And the message of the song: don't go there. Don't drink that water. It is mixed with blood. Your own.
And you thought that by brute personal force of the Self that you could change the world.
rob+ - you probably have a unique appreciation for these words, being in the midst of the displacement and scorched earth antics out West. Bless you... and I hope that God's gift of music in your life sustains you and refreshes you as you endure.
Three interpretations:
* The white man moving into America, displacing Native Americans.
*The antichrist agendites moving into the Church.
*The tide of Islam overtaking the West.
And as I pray for the Native Americans in the Rosebud war against suicide, for CCP, GAFCON and Lambeth, I find myself praying the same prayers.
Ephesians 6:12
Georgia - yes, the song was written about the destruction of indigenous cultures... but how it resonates with other stuff!
I frequently meditate on Eph. 6:10-20 before intercessory prayer. That is a very good reminder you posted. This is serious and dangerous warfare and we must use the equipment God provides, not our own.
God bless you, Fr. Tim! I'm praying for you and your family.
May the abundant grace of Jesus Christ, and the hope that we have in HIM alone, sustain you all.
There's something eerie about seeing this video clip of the Dave Matthews Band a short time after the saxophonist for the band died.
David Handy+
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