The Stable Song
Whispers of Redemption: After August's Melodic Reflections
Lyrics
Remember when our songs were just like prayers?
Recalling a time when their songs held deep significance, akin to prayers.
Like gospel hymns that you called in the air.
Comparing the songs to gospel hymns that were proclaimed aloud.
Come down come down sweet reverence,
Invoking a plea for reverence and respect.
Unto my simple house and ring… and ring.
Welcoming this reverence into a humble abode.
Ring like silver, ring like gold.
Describing the resonance of ringing akin to precious metals.
Ring out those ghosts on the ohio.
Expressing a desire to dispel haunting memories or spirits.
Ring like clear day wedding bells.
Comparing the ringing to the clear sound of wedding bells on a bright day.
Were we the belly of the beast or the sword that fell… we’ll never tell.
Contemplating whether they were victims or agents of a destructive force.
Come to me clear and cold on some sea.
Calling for a clear and cold presence on a vast sea.
Watch the world spinning waves… like some machine.
Observing the world's movements resembling a mechanical process.
Now I’ve been crazy couldn’t you tell?
Admitting to moments of madness or erratic behavior.
I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell.
Symbolically expressing failure despite aiming high.
Now I’m covered up in straw, belly up on the table.
Metaphorically feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Well I sang and drank, and passed in the stable.
Recalling a time of singing, drinking, and collapsing in a stable.
That tall grass grows high and brown,
Describing the growth of tall grass as the environment deteriorates.
Well I dragged you straight in the muddy ground.
Symbolizing pulling someone into a difficult situation.
And you sent me back to where I roam,
Being sent back to a place of wandering despite protests.
Well I cursed and I cried, but now I know… now I know.
Acceptance of the situation despite initial resistance.
And I ran back to that hollow again.
Returning to a familiar yet empty place.
The moon was just a sliver back then.
Recollection of a past with minimal illumination (the moon).
And I ached for my heart like some tin man.
Yearning for emotions akin to a character devoid of heart.
When it came oh it beat and it boiled and it rang… it’s ringing.
Expressing the resurgence of intense emotions.
Ring like crazy, ring like hell.
Desiring a tumultuous, intense ringing.
Turn me back into that wild haired gale.
Wishing to revert to a passionate, untamed state.
Ring like silver, ring like gold.
Comparing the ringing to valuable elements, seeking transformation.
Turn these diamonds straight back into coal.
Requesting a reversal from valuable to ordinary, from diamonds to coal.
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