With my feet on the ground, I feel the tensions, too, and when I heard this song, all of the unshed tears held back like the floods behind the sandbagged levees four years ago broke through, and I cried, not just for us humans who insist on hiding from truth, but for all of Earth, hurting, hurting, hurting. . . (Click on the title of this song below to hear the You Tube version.)
WATER LINE, Sage Francis
I just sit there
and let the thoughts flood
And I remind myself it's all right,
it's all good, it's all love,
it's not though,
cuz there's a kink in the armor,
a pot hole I'm sinkin' in,
and while I think of the drama
so I stand up
I start to pace in my living room,
set my eye to the highway
knowing that I’ll play chicken soon
It’s a vanity plate with my name on it
There’s a Davy Crockett hat
with Masonic fat cat under it
A musket rifle spittin’ at my feet,
they want me to dance
in the middle of the street
And I respect my elders,
so I do as I’m told,
but I offset the bell curve
When I do what was sold,
losing control
Guilty feet do have rhythm
they just dance to the wrong theme music
to amuse the villain
Instead of killin’
I’ll spare the raccoon
and start fillin’ sandbags as I stare at the moon
and let the thoughts flood
Blessed are those who are dammed
When the levee broke come in and choked on the steps of a slow dance
A staircase to a hug with no hands
Accountability hung out to dry
on the line of command
We let the thoughts flood,
we remind ourselves
it’s all right, it’s all good, it’s all love
It’s not though,
‘cause there’s a kink in the armor,
a pothole I’m sinkin’ in
I’m sharin’ a drink with my father
It’s a family affair
The vanity we share
The waterline is rising and all we do is stand there
The waterline is rising and all we do is stand there
The waterline is rising and all we do is stand there
The waterline is rising and all we do is stand there
The waterline is rising and all we do is stand there
The waterline is rising and all we do is stand there
