Johnny
Echoes of Wasted Time: Marion Harper's Soulful Journey
Lyrics
I live in a tiny seashell
I exist in a small seashell.
that rests on the seabed
The seashell is positioned on the seabed.
Patiently waiting for spring
Patiently awaiting the arrival of spring.
Abducted by the memories of a wandering soul That left its body resting under the ground Twenty-three years ago
Haunted by memories of a wandering soul that departed 23 years ago, leaving its physical form beneath the ground.
Babe you've got me wasting You've got me wasting
Expressing a sense of wastefulness caused by someone referred to as "babe."
My precious time on you You've got me wasting You've got me wasting
Continuation of the feeling of wasting precious time on the same individual.
My precious
Reiteration of the precious nature of time.
I wrote this in a church
The lyrics were written in a church setting.
Sat on the back pew
Seated at the rear of the church.
I wore white pants you see
Mention of wearing white pants during the church visit.
I normally sit by the street dew
Contrast to the usual practice of sitting near the street dew.
And now I've got two angels staring back at me
Reference to having two angels now watching over the narrator.
Babe you've got me wasting You've got me wasting
Reiteration of feeling wasteful due to the influence of "babe."
My precious time on you You've got me wasting You've got me wasting
Continuation of the theme of wasting time on the same individual.
My precious time
Reiteration of the precious nature of time.
I feel so young but mostly I feel so small
The narrator feels youthful but also small.
You've got your whole life's plan written on the wall
Observation that "babe" has a life plan outlined on a wall.
I hang my wet towels on my bedroom door
The narrator hangs wet towels on their bedroom door.
You've got a meditation room
"Babe" has a meditation room.
I usually go to bed at two
Personal bedtime routine mentioned.
You've got a meditation room
"Babe" also has a meditation room, highlighting differences in lifestyles.
Darling you can probably find me somewhere singing to a broom
The narrator playfully imagines being found singing to a broom.
Babe, you've got me wasting You've got me wasting
Reiteration of feeling wasteful due to the influence of "babe."
My precious time on you Babe, you've got me wasting You've got me wasting
Continuation of the theme of wasting time on the same individual.
My precious time
Final reiteration of the precious nature of time.
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