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This Beautiful Mystery

by Terry Scott Taylor

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Chris Thornton
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Chris Thornton Because it is Terry Taylor who belongs in the rock and roll hall of fame.
dezeeuwpatrick
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dezeeuwpatrick Whenever we have a snow/ice storm and I live in my truck for 3 days and 3 nights I pick an album and immerse myself. Deep listening. Radiohead In Rainbows, Sufjan Steven’s Illinois, Wilco’s albums, Sigur Ros have all made the storms. So has Terry Scott Taylor’s Magnus Opus. I heard there was a secret chord….
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daniellionheart First (aside), I love the album art. And the music delivers in that unique way only Terry Taylor can deliver. It's fascinating, wonderful, and everything all of us longtime fans have been anticipating.
Richard Sloan
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Richard Sloan Love this song about the power of creation, the movement of the Spirit, and that all shall be well echoing Julian of Norwich Favorite track: Worried Waters.
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relayer1 This definitely ranks up there with Knowledge and Innocence as some of your best songs ever. Favorite songs: Be that as it may, Worried waters, A great good is coming, and Cloud of Witnesses. I love the more personal lyrics. This would be a good one to go out on for sure.
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leefoo26 Terry has ALWAYS put out quality music. This is no exception!
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1.
Let the moonlight pour into the room, Hushed voices carry ’cross the pond I may hear the knock On the door behind me, locked Where inside I am a child still hard at play Be that as it may Let the boat set sail across the page, Weather the storms, find a peaceful shore I’ll live with the taps On the window at my back, The friends I’ve lost, and words I didn’t say Be that as it may And through thick walls built out of mist I see the girl I never kissed Every open door I ever missed And the many times I lost my way Be that as it may Let the ink flow like a river’s course, Through the vale of death to a serene sea Gentle as a prayer, Ferocious as a dare To run the race on hobbled feet of clay Be that as it may Be that as it may Be that as it may Be that as it may
2.
(For my Grand-daughters, Eva and Mia, my “signs and wonders”) The prophets and the oracles are silent The holy books are closed, Like everybody’s heart and soul The well is dry, no miracles expected It all remains the same, And will until the world goes up in flames But your love tells me what will be, It tears the veil asunder And in the grace of your sweet lovely face I see Signs and wonders The night despairs, the day is unforgiving Prayers die on the wind; There are no angels left to gather them And we’re all in a war that’s neverending No help is on the way And wisdom says “There’s nothing left to say” But your love’s like a waking dream Beyond the rain and thunder It breaks the seal, the light reveals these coming things Signs and wonders And in your eyes healing’s begun, Blessed days are without number And with your touch, I see the world that is to come Through signs and wonders Signs and wonders Signs and wonders Signs and wonders Signs and wonders
3.
The Meek 04:33
You cannot hear my silence Through the roar of your screed You dream of bended knees on the floor You wanna watch them bleed There seems to be no entry point To the world of your good graces, Except to strap ourselves to the chair Of your electric pages Who are the last, who are the first? Who will inherit the earth? The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek Laughs all around; they’re so weak The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek The vote is in: their future’s bleak Campaigning for your own existence, The need to be seen Love takes effort, hatred comes easy, Just throw it up on your screen Enthralled to your own momentum, A feast on the power Of self-righteous indignation Watch the idiots cower Who are the blessed, who are the cursed? Who will inherit the earth? The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek, These fools that turn the other cheek The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek, Their kind are easy to defeat You’re like a history book I’ve closed And put back on the shelf It’s not likely I’ll read you again Unless you’re someone else Gone is my mental squint That tried to form a different picture It’s clear now, you’re a loaded gun And an itchy trigger finger Who are the best, who are the worst? Who will inherit the earth? The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek What’s this foreign language that they speak? The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek A two-thousand-plus-year losing streak The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek
4.
I am hungry for it Crying out for it ‘Cos I can only go so far Be more than amazed with it I want to bathe in it Fall into the Morning Star I’m on the outside of the world I’m on the wrong side of the door I want to wear the brightness of the sun Drink deep the glory And thirst no more I wanna dance (inside your beauty) I wanna laugh (inside your splendor) I wanna pass through the passing shadows of the world Into the very One I love I am broken for it I am dying for it Beyond these hints of coming things More than awe and wonder, I want to breathe the thunder Feel latter rain flow through my veins I’m on the outside looking in Through a glass too dark to see behind it all Left with a longing to embrace The shapes and shadows on the wall I wanna dance (inside your beauty) I wanna laugh (inside your splendor) I wanna pass through the passing shadows of the world Into the very One I love I’m on the outside of the world I’m on the wrong side of the door I want to wear the brightness of the sun, Drink deep the glory And thirst no more I wanna dance (inside your beauty) I wanna laugh (inside your splendor) I wanna pass the through the passing shadows of the world Into the very One I love Into the very One I love...
5.
It’s another door slammed and bolted It’s one more window locked You were on your way back home and now you’re not With my fingers I form a steeple In such a way when I open my hands there’s no one home Then I call your number Just to hear your message on the phone Maybe next month Maybe next year Oh my oh my it’s been a long long time I plan, God laughs I plan, God laughs Here’s another faded photo In the year before things changed I took hard that betrayal Of an old friend, now estranged How could I be so mistaken Why couldn’t I see in all that time I’d been walking a wire? Or that I’d be one of many who Got torched in his scorched-earth fire? I thought by now He’d come around All would be forgiven ‘cos Love would break us down I planned, God laughed I planned, God laughed The day’s as restless as a land-locked sailor Anxious to move on from old history His baggage is ready and stacked Against the wall with a yellowing map And he’s dreaming of the whispering sea “You’ll dig a hole to China,” Said my younger days, “And die before you get old, Go out in a glorious blaze” I won’t be aloof like my father, Rest his soul, or like my mother Worried about too many things Pull myself up by my boot-straps, Be an optimistic dancer in the rain Maybe next week, Sometime this year These things don’t happen over night God plans, I laugh God plans, I laugh God plans, I laugh God plans, I laugh...
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I’m singing Maybe just to myself Though I wrote this For you and no one else When my lips move Your head turns In the opposite direction My heart beats On the radar Flying under your detection So how can I make it clear? Shout it out, Or whisper in your ear? How can you sing along To a deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear)? Shadows moving In between the lines Figures dancing Through the chords and rhymes I pour the drinks and Set the table Resigned to starve for Your attention The strings swell, They play the soundtrack To your knack for indecision So how do I spell it out With love strong enough To assuage your doubt? And how can you sing along To a deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear)? If you find This page on a dusty shelf When I’m gone, It’s yours and for no one else Take a moment To drink in The sweet wine of Love and mercy Down in the cellar of These old pages Behind a door marked “For The Thirsty” Meanwhile, a mystery And maybe not really up to me To get you to sing along To a deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear)
7.
I’m alive again Called out of nothing Awake and breathing Called into being A day to offer you Maybe something you can’t hear Any other way And maybe worth believing Time is running out of time And time will tell All will be well And the Spirit moves Over the heart’s worried waters Divides day and night Over the heart’s worried waters Crying “Let there be light!” Over the heart’s worried waters We’re alive again Called out of nothing The dark receding A new world revealing Possibilities A Mystery to embrace Footprints and fingerprints To where love is leading Time is running out of time And time will tell All will be well And the Spirit moves Over the heart’s worried waters Divides day and night Over the heart’s worried waters Crying “Let there be light!” Over the heart’s worried waters Who climbs the sacred hill? Whose hands and feet were offered? Who brings the wind to still? Who walks on worried waters? Who calls his sons and daughters Over the heart’s worried waters? And the Spirit moves Over the heart’s worried waters Divides day and night Over the heart’s worried waters Crying “Let there be light!” Over the heart’s worried waters Over the heart’s worried waters “It is good!” (“It is good!”) I’m alive again (“It is good!”) I’m alive again Called out of nothing
8.
(Theme song from My Left Behind) The lamb of God’s now an action figure With one pierced hand he pulls the trigger, As he texts his thoughts on Skype and Twitter He’s big and bad With six-pack abs, Barbed wire tat, Reversed ball cap, With his bill in back He’s a real go-getter! Here’s the end of times as horror story Where the troops reclaim lost territory All is brawn, and guts, and glory Stealth released We will not cease To kill for peace We’ll slay the Beast Increase our blood-soaked inventory Soldiers to the Range Rovers Lasers, tanks, and bulldozers! Slay anti-Christ as we go forth We’re The High Tech Tribulation Force! In the grandstands cheer the chosen few With not a lot of things to do But enjoy the perks and the perfect view Thrill to science fiction coming true We’re big and bad With six-pack abs Playing taps by the grave of the golden rule It’s soldiers to the Range Rovers, Lasers, tanks, and bulldozers! It’s Armageddon, sans remorse We’re the High Tech Tribulation Force The “meek and mild” is an action figure With an itchy trigger finger It’s an “It is finished” with a gun A bloody war already won Forget the “sinners friend,” The “Gentle One” This is what the Lamb of God’s become! And welcome anarchists and Zionists Receive the blessing of this violence! Christian soldiers stay the course! We’re The High Tech Tribulation Force! We’re The High Tech Tribulation Force! The Lamb of God is now an action figure He says “I’ll be back,” like Schwarzenegger
9.
I’ve left behind all my speculations Won’t try my hand at writing end time prose I won’t thrill you with deaths in the millions Or take comfort in the blood that may flow We’re already in a great tribulation We’re all suffering to some degree We are fallen and crawling to the same finish line Yes, these are the last days These are the last days These are the last days For you And me The late great planet earth is still spinning Armageddon’s on the back burner now We’ve named anti-Christ’s who have come and gone Still not wise to the what when and how Yes, we could go up in smoke tomorrow Whatever end is a mystery It’s said we are dying the day we are born Yes, these are the last days These are the last days These are the last days For you And me There’s no arsenal in my basement; No guns or ammo or bombs I’ll stock up on love for the haters Draw on love when the weapons get drawn My heart is The Valley of Megiddo I am my own worst enemy I’m not concerned about some strange and vague future Yes, these are the last days These are the last days These are the last days For you And me These are the last days These are the last days These are the last days For you And for me For you And me For you And me
10.
Barbarians camped inside the gates Careening clown cars, all without brakes The father of lies in slinky drag arrives To take charge of all the venomous snakes iPhones: iStones turned to bread The starving multitudes are easily fed Down at the mall more “blah blah blah” Feeds that beautiful face on that empty head In our waning days We gotta trust in a Lover In our waning days To help us go on loving others Laugh out loud about the boring crowds; Those bed-sheeted saints sitting up on clouds It’s the same kind of joke that’s a hope that floats Down the river Styx, one big party boat Little tin gods with a jones for praise The priests of creation with a world to save How proud some are of their right kind of car, Driving around in a locked and gilded cage In our waning days We gotta trust in a lover (a Lover who will not let go) In our waning days To help us go on loving others (a Lover who will bring us home) Grandstanding hauteur in a professor’s suit A blowhard with a tiny horn and little toot More enlightened than Christ, with ready advice For any sycophant who finds him astute Homesick wanderers craving rest Clinging to hope as long as they have breath Hearts in waiting, anticipating The arrival of someone who never left In our waning days We gotta trust in a lover (a Lover who will not let go) In our waning days To help us go on loving others (a Lover who will bring us home) In our waning days We gotta trust in a lover (a Lover who will not let go) In our waning days To help us go on loving others (a Lover who will bring us home) In our waning days (We need a Lover who will not let go) In our waning days (We need a Lover who will bring us home) In our waning days (We need a Lover who will not let go) In our waning days (We need a Lover who will bring us home) In our waning days We need a Lover We need a Lover
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Deep Calling 05:28
We wanted Resurrection Without death All the answers Without doubt Brilliant light Without the darkness All conclusions Without process Holy ground Tongues of fire Tameless breath Fans the flame We feel the ache of Sweet desire And hear the Name Without a name (I Am I Am I Am I Am...) The dove descends The wild wind blows The fire falls The water flows Suffering begins this sojourn Wakes us from our sleep The dove descends... Deep calling Deep calling Deep calling Into deep Thought we could dig a well With a needle Become martyrs Without sacrifice Wage and win a bloodless war Read the lines but not the spaces A veil is torn Love’s blood is spilled A desert’s drenched in Latter rain A mountain moves A sea is stilled We speak the Name Without a name (I Am I Am I Am I Am...) The dove descends The wild wind blows The fire falls The water flows Suffering begins this sojourn Wakes us from our sleep The dove descends... Deep calling Deep calling Deep calling Into deep Suffering begins this sojourn Wakes us from our sleep The dove descends The wild wind blows The fire falls The water flows Suffering begins this sojourn Wakes us from our sleep The dove descends The wild wind blows The fire falls The water flows Deep calling Deep calling Deep calling Into deep
12.
Here’s a paradox, a parable The transcendent, the ethereal A parallel, a variable Meek and mild and terrible In his failure of imagination Putting faith in charts and calculations He was blind to all his limitations While relishing every approbation Where were we when the world was formed The planets spun, the stars were born, Jehovah riding on the storm A cloak of darkness and light adorned This Beautiful Mystery In brick and mortar theology She found shelter from troubling imagery In the literal and the orderly No enigmas in her glossary When we could not grasp love this profound We subdued it with a thorny crown Whipped it into shape and nailed it down Sealed the exit from the burial ground And where were we when the world was formed The planets spun, the stars were born, Jehovah riding on the storm A cloak of darkness and light adorned This Beautiful Mystery This Beautiful Mystery This Beautiful Mystery This Beautiful Mystery….
13.
To G.K. Chesterton) I ran into Chesterton outside the bar one sultry summer day Roly-poly, sweating, he was wrapped in woolen folds of gray St. Francis stood beside him, here’s what they had to say “Everlasting Man, we see that you’ve still got your chest” “Spread the good news,” Francis grinned, then added “Sometimes words are best” “I concur,” laughed G.K., (pipe in hand, he checked the watch pulled from his vest) “Go on about your business so you can finally get some rest” “Prayers and fasting For what we’re asking Since this is not a small request Love the saved, love the damned, Great and small, Like you they’re all The Everlasting Man The Everlasting Man The Everlasting Man The Everlasting Man” I found the man called Thursday in the corner alone, quietly drinking beer Though I knew he wasn’t thirsty since he’s always seated here His skin brushed bright ethereal as he whispered to me loud and clear “Everlasting Man, I see that you’ve still got your chest” Then he spilled his drink and with a wink said, “Let the owner clean this mess While you go about your business since you understand it more or less Run along now son though it’s been fun to have you as my guest Prayers and fasting For what I’m asking Since this is not a small request Love the save, love the damned Like you and me Each one you see is The Everlasting Man The Everlasting Man The Everlasting Man The Everlasting Man I sighed and closed the book in a room filled with the cold of an endless winter’s day Father leaned back in his wingback chair saying “Son, you seem so very far away” His face was crowded with familiar faces, it was no surprise to hear him say “Everlasting Man, I see that you’ve still got your chest And to do what you must do my boy, you will need to leave the nest” Rising to my feet I said, “Father I will do my best Since this is more than business; it truly is a quest” In father’s face I could clearly see The one’s I’d met, this Trinity Where three are one, and one is three And to the saved, and to the damned To the small and the great I Am The Everlasting Man The Everlasting Man The Everlasting Man...
14.
(To Flannery O’Connor) The peacock roosts at dusk, Gradual hops, and then From ground to fence to limb Now the shimmer and the shakes begin In a vanity that ends With the eyes of God watching you The ancient design raised A regal, ultimate array In ecstasy’s display Look, an ordinary face! The same supernatural grace And the eyes of God watching you In the meantime the bull hides In the shadows of the trees He’s sent to gore your side With the grace of your disease The bull is charging now He will thrust and open up your side Embrace him as he violently abides In a rosary of mystery inside the Glint in Flannery’s eyes Like the eyes of God watching you With the black man’s suffering (The peacock roosts at dusk) She tattoos the South’s Christ-haunted skin (Gradual hops and then) She thrusts her peacock-feathered pen (From ground to fence to limb) To strike the bloody page again (Now the shimmer and the shakes begin) She saw this dying for our sin In the eyes of God, Wounded eyes of God, In the eyes of God Watching you…
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A tell-tale heart is softly beating Behind the walls, the floor, the ceiling Of the locked room where we’re kneeling To touch the stain left by your bleeding Which formed this imprint of your head Can these clues be more intriguing When no who-done-it is this misleading? We’ve deduced you can’t be breathing So are we premature in grieving Though it’s very clear that you are dead? So bringing wits and secret ciphers, iPads, quills, pens, and typewriters, The book-world’s prominent insiders Arrive to make our burden lighter And to have a look around That’s when Gaiman, Moore, and King say “We have found a hidden doorway” Then going down a winding staircase, In Lewis Carroll-style, our foray Shortly leads us underground To a shadowy room that is concealing Truths Sir Doyle’s candlelight’s revealing Not dead-ends, canards, or double dealings, Herrings red, or dark deceivings, Folklore, myths, tall-tales, or fables It is the thing we’ve all been seeking, Once diaphanous and fleeting A tell-tale heart still softly beating Wrapped in parchment we are reading, Nailed to a bloody, broken table Wide-eyed, stunned, and barely breathing, Each sleuth silently retreating Without the need to say in leaving “There is enough here for believing That is, of course, assuming we are able” So in the end there’s this, The stunning final twist: All in all We never saw All we are now seeing
16.
(To George MacDonald and his wife Louisa) A great good is coming to you Too big for this world to hold We all know Where this thing is leading The still heart, dying breath, The flesh gone cold We need to know A great good is coming to you Too big for this world to hold And soon Very soon Leaving now A great good is coming to you Too big for this world to hold We all know Where this thing is leading The still heart, dying breath, The flesh gone cold We need to know A great good is coming to you Too big for this world to hold And soon Very soon Leaving now We’d be thankful if you could stay here longer Embrace again with us our suffering and joy And bound to the earth we’ll all be buried under But there’s a ticket to the Most High Country In the pocket of your dust-woven jacket A great good is coming to you Too big for this world to hold We all know Where this thing is leading The still heart, dying breath, The flesh gone cold We need to know A great good is coming to you Too big for this world to hold And soon Very soon Leaving now Go on throw off this messy, struggling existence Put on the garments made of everlasting light Slip past our fears, our sorrows, and your own resistance Beyond those dashed and broken expectations There is a “welcome” for you in the end There is much more here than meets the eye Much more much more much more Your treasure is where your longing heart resides Inside the world’s great dissonant roar Is the stillness of the kingdom come A great good is coming to you Too big for this world to hold We all know Where this thing is leading The still heart, dying breath, The flesh gone cold We need to know A great good is coming to you Too big for this world to hold And soon Very soon Leaving now A great good is coming . . .
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Ave evA! 05:12
(To my Grand-daughter with a love that death cannot conquer) This is not goodbye, life still goes on A book is open and the curtain’s drawn On the dance of spheres in love’s revue And the choir of creation sings this song to you “Ave Eva!” If I should trip and fall down a rabbit hole We might meet again by the lamp post in the snow Or if I go missing in a mystery Things may not be all that they appear to be You’ll find clues in a book called The Golden Key There at the end of the rainbow Or my dear if you hear I was never found, Lost at sea when my old battered ship went down, Remember Water Babies like you and me Can never ever drown Ring the bells! All will be well! And . . . Ave Eva! Wear the light-bright gown of your innocence Ave Eva! And gather up the leaves of remembrance Ave Eva! Then toss them on the back of the Northern Wind They’ll lead you to The Well At The World’s End And a doormat by a door in a willow tree, reading “Ave Eva!” Surprise! You’ve arrived just in time for tea And the door is unlocked with your golden key Inside the tree is a fire in the fireplace, A candle glowing in a window draped in lace, Your favorite books on a bookshelf by the winding stairs, And in the threadbare arms of an old armchair Perhaps you’ll discover that I’m reading there beneath a portrait of your face Ring the bells! All will be well! And . . . Ave Eva! Follow Poppy’s old Mad Hatter’s hat Ave Eva! Dancing on a zephyr’s feral back Ave Eva! To a sailing ship in calm waters moored And a brave, regal mouse with his trusty sword; Mouse and crew will bow and welcome you aboard, All hands on deck in one accord cheering “Ave Eva!” He’ll spread his map and speak of plans for setting sail beyond Lenten Lands Through a mirror is a meadow you will cross until You find a moonlit door in the face of a mossy hill Imagine I’m inside, or maybe running free in a Secret Garden beyond the sea Or busy stringing lights on God’s Christmas tree Where love’s built a castle in a happily (ever after) Eva you will find me ever after Eva you will find me ever after Eva you will find me Ring the bells! All will be well! Ave Eva! (3x)
18.
We will Wake from A good dream A good dream We will Then realize It’s a true thing It’s a real dream Watching for, listening for What we don’t yet possess And getting used to settling for The more of something less Where’s the echo that won’t fade away But will increase and swell into The sound of the perfect thing itself So beautiful and true? Where’s the promise fully realized The thing that we’re made for The scent of a rose we’ve never seen The laughter behind the door? We will Wake from A good dream A good dream We will Then realize It’s a true thing A real dream We will Wake from A good dream A good dream We will Then realize It’s a true thing It’s a real dream A real dream A good dream It’s a real dream A real dream...
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To Noël and my Water Babies, E.L.F and Mia Moon) And from my lofty vantage point I came to watch over you I said, “Please sir,” to an angel, “remove your hat so I can get a better view” That’s when someone pulled a lever And the misty curtain was withdrawn On a scene of a little house with tall trees And you laughed and danced across its summer lawn Where are you going in your bright, clean, and innocent dress? The cloud of witnesses says “It’s anybody’s guess” And then you crossed the equator In a broken glass-bottom boat In the bottomless depths of your ocean You knew you had to sink and drown To stay afloat The years are timid and fleeting; Tears of dew on morning grass They took you to Loveland and bad lands You didn’t notice there the faithful Shepherd with his staff Where are you going in your bright, clean, and innocent dress? The cloud of witnesses says “It’s anybody’s guess” And with your babies gone now You’re learning how to let them go Their memories dance across your summer lawn and Like those who came before, You want to know Where are they going in their once clean and innocent dress? The cloud of witnesses says “It’s anybody’s guess” Now you hold a faded photograph of you in your Mother’s lap You sigh as your old hand trembles alongside these words that I once scribbled on the back: Where are you going in your bright, clean, and innocent dress? The cloud of witnesses says “It’s anybody’s guess” And all I can do for you today is my very best
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I’m not searching for proofs now Here down deep in the depths I have come to surrender I’m not holding my breath I won’t search for an exit Or fight the current anymore I’ll refuse any lifeline I won’t reach for the shore The water is living I’m not here for a swim Over its surface, I’ve gone further in Where all that I’m sure of Is I’m drowning in your love Under the Mercy Going under the Mercy The river is flowing Toward places unknown I’ll either survive this Or I’ll sink like a stone I’m resigned to going Along for the ride What’s the use in resisting This irresistible tide? The water is living I’m not here for a swim Over its surface, I’ve gone further in Where all that I’m sure of Is I’m drowning in your love Under the Mercy Under the Mercy Ooooooh... The water is living I’m not here for a swim Over its surface, I’ve gone further in Where all that I’m sure of Is I’m drowning in your love Under the Mercy Going under the Mercy Under the Mercy Under the Mercy I’m going down again (oh, the water is living) Under the Mercy I’m going down again Under the Mercy
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Talitha Kum 05:18
In Aramaic: “Little girl, I say to you, get up!” Seated in the doorway Jack’s jolly ghost appeared Wearing a smoking jacket And a boutonnière He’d passed over on that morning in 1963 Wounded in the heart and head Like Camelot and Kennedy Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”) I am Mob, the rioting mob With chains to bind the free And we cannot be forgiven Our pig-headed blasphemy We will dive into the waters We will drown beneath the sea These wingless swine too fat to fly And navigate eternity Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”) (You are only sleeping; No, you are not dead) Rise, child (“Talitha Kum”) (The days of slumber fleeting on your funereal bed) New arrivals, long departed Through a door now left unguarded This is a mystery Don’t ask me, let it be Soon and very soon Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”) Come touch the garment of The Word made flesh “There is virtue flowing out of me” It’s too late to ask the Sons of Thunder, (the roaring sons of Zebedee) Or the faithful, faithless fishermen below the waves of Galilee The drowned swine floating past them or Jack’s ghost or Kennedy’s Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”) (You are only sleeping; No, you are not dead) Rise, child (“Talitha Kum”) (The days of slumber fleeting on your funereal bed) New arrivals, long departed Through a door now left unguarded This is a mystery Don’t ask me, let it be Soon and very soon Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”) Rise, child (“Talitha Kum”) Rise, child (“Talitha Kum”) Talitha Kum... You are only sleeping No, you are not dead

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