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So. Yeah. Listening to the "10,000 Days" album.
A.
Fucking.
Lot.
So. Janete sees this song (the title track) as sarcastic, but I think that Maynard is genuinely speaking. His mother was religious, he was not.
It sort of reminds me of my grandmother (my mother's mother), because she was all "Jesus loves me" and whatnot.
And I'm clearly not. I'm a happy little Pagan. BUT! I believe she went to her heaven. And I believe that I *will* see her in the hereafter. Because I believe in energy. If that is in her heaven, or if our energy is just together, so be it.
She has her wings.
Anyrate, on with the song quoting. It's between 5 and 6 minutes in the song. It's my favorite minute of the song. It's an 11 minute song, so yes, I can have a favorite minute.
My grandmother wasn't paralyzed for 27 years, like Judith, but she was paralyzed. She was bedridden. We love her. We didn't want to see her in pain. Her passing was bittersweet. We didn't want that to be happening to her, the pain, the embarassment, the suffering, Dear Christ. That shit makes you question why "God" does that to people. To GOOD people.
But then ya gotta go all ying and yang with the shit. Without suffering we can not know how potent joy is and all that.
Doesn't make things suck any less.
I find that religion finds us, or at least the religion titles, at the most awkward of times.
I find myself saying "oh my God" very often. Occassionally "oh my Goddess", but whatever.
When something awful happens, I automatically "pray" and send energy out.
She was unconditional in her beliefs, even though he knew the "right" way. She was there to prove otherwise.
I'm not saying Maynard's found Jesus (or HeyZeus if you will *winks* to those who remember the April fool's joke), but I think he's accepted that everyone's got different beliefs and that they're just as powerful as the next person's.
This song makes me think way too much.
I always get goosebumps. 11 minutes of goosebumps.
"Wings for Marie" is almost as bad. It's like the prequel of "10,000 Days"
What does one do to be loved by such a wonderful person? How do you comprehend their loss? To be the son/daughter, mother/father, wife/husband, sister/brother, etc. to someone who makes SUCH an impression on ONE soul.
One person who so believes in you. Prays for you.
When my dad's mother died, my ex boyfriend's grandmother (De's grandmother, Bokka) did this whole Catholic mass card thing, which I still have. I wasn't raised Catholic, and my grandmother was much more science than religion, but Bokka is a hardcore Catholic. It meant a lot in HER eyes to do this thing for me, and because it meant so much to her, well.
It made me cry.
I don't know why I'm typing this out. I don't know where this came from. I should prolly cut this, but I want people to at least skim this.
Should you see your Maker's face tonight,
Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him:
I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one.
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home.
A.
Fucking.
Lot.
So. Janete sees this song (the title track) as sarcastic, but I think that Maynard is genuinely speaking. His mother was religious, he was not.
It sort of reminds me of my grandmother (my mother's mother), because she was all "Jesus loves me" and whatnot.
And I'm clearly not. I'm a happy little Pagan. BUT! I believe she went to her heaven. And I believe that I *will* see her in the hereafter. Because I believe in energy. If that is in her heaven, or if our energy is just together, so be it.
She has her wings.
Anyrate, on with the song quoting. It's between 5 and 6 minutes in the song. It's my favorite minute of the song. It's an 11 minute song, so yes, I can have a favorite minute.
High as a wave, but our eyes are upon the ground.
You are the light and the way, they'll only read about.
I only pray, God knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough, you're going home.
You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I have come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my, give me my wings!"
My grandmother wasn't paralyzed for 27 years, like Judith, but she was paralyzed. She was bedridden. We love her. We didn't want to see her in pain. Her passing was bittersweet. We didn't want that to be happening to her, the pain, the embarassment, the suffering, Dear Christ. That shit makes you question why "God" does that to people. To GOOD people.
But then ya gotta go all ying and yang with the shit. Without suffering we can not know how potent joy is and all that.
Doesn't make things suck any less.
I find that religion finds us, or at least the religion titles, at the most awkward of times.
I find myself saying "oh my God" very often. Occassionally "oh my Goddess", but whatever.
When something awful happens, I automatically "pray" and send energy out.
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,
Burden of proof tossed upon the believers.
You were the witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.
She was unconditional in her beliefs, even though he knew the "right" way. She was there to prove otherwise.
I'm not saying Maynard's found Jesus (or HeyZeus if you will *winks* to those who remember the April fool's joke), but I think he's accepted that everyone's got different beliefs and that they're just as powerful as the next person's.
This song makes me think way too much.
I always get goosebumps. 11 minutes of goosebumps.
"Wings for Marie" is almost as bad. It's like the prequel of "10,000 Days"
Vacant, broken
Fell at the hands of this moment so that I wouldn't see
It was you who prayed for me so
What have I done
To be a son to an angel?
What have I done
To be worthy?
What does one do to be loved by such a wonderful person? How do you comprehend their loss? To be the son/daughter, mother/father, wife/husband, sister/brother, etc. to someone who makes SUCH an impression on ONE soul.
One person who so believes in you. Prays for you.
When my dad's mother died, my ex boyfriend's grandmother (De's grandmother, Bokka) did this whole Catholic mass card thing, which I still have. I wasn't raised Catholic, and my grandmother was much more science than religion, but Bokka is a hardcore Catholic. It meant a lot in HER eyes to do this thing for me, and because it meant so much to her, well.
It made me cry.
I don't know why I'm typing this out. I don't know where this came from. I should prolly cut this, but I want people to at least skim this.
Should you see your Maker's face tonight,
Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him:
I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one.
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home.
