Blessed
Blessed Echoes: A Melodic Tale of Finding Magic in Small Moments
Lyrics
I saw you play last night
I attended your performance last night
And the room and I hung on your every word
The room and I were captivated by every word you spoke
And you burned off that rain
You dispelled the rain metaphorically, bringing brightness
Burned off the smallness of my town
You removed the limitations of my small town
And October seemed to pale beside you
You overshadowed October with your presence
Held on with one hand to that bar
I clung to the bar with one hand during your performance
Now I hate to speak of magic
I hesitate to describe it as magic
But what other words do I have to tell you?
No other words adequately convey the experience
For the record I knew
I was aware and understood
As for my "Diamonds & Rust"
Referencing the song "Diamonds & Rust" by Joan Baez
Well I don't feel damned no I feel blessed
I don't feel damned; instead, I feel blessed
Yeah I feel blessed
Emphasizing the feeling of being blessed
If these strings they can recall
If these musical strings can remember
Than I pray that they will show me
Hoping they show the connection between us
Pressed into the hollow of your fingers
Imagery of fingers pressed into the hollow space
And the hollow of my throat
Symbolizing intimacy with the touch of the throat
If you spend your days doing what you love
If you pursue your passion, love comes naturally
Than love it seems comes easily
Expressing the ease of love when doing what one loves
Now I feel blessed, yeah I feel blessed
Feeling blessed as a result
And the girls hung on your arm
Women were attracted to you
And they pulled out all their charm
They displayed their charm
And you shook each and every hand
You greeted everyone with a handshake
And then were gone
Afterward, you disappeared or moved on
It's like your blessed
A sense of being blessed or fortunate
Oh it's like your blessed
Reinforcing the feeling of being blessed
These songs they came my way
Songs came into my life
At a time in which I questioned
During a time of doubt about the value of our actions
The value of what we do
Questioning the significance amid challenges
Between impending war and unpaid bills
Between war and financial struggles
Mine was the privilege of confusion
Experiencing the privilege of confusion
As for this humming in my chest
A humming sensation in the chest
Only the singing could still
Only singing can soothe or silence it
It's like you're blessed, oh it's like you're blessed
Reiterating the sense of being blessed
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