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Words

January 4, 2008

I’ve been struck lately by the power of words, and those who possess the weighty gift that wields them well. We were doing some collaboration for our upcoming Sunday gatherings last night, awestruck at Psalm 8 (and considering Marcus Borg’s insightful comments about ‘dust creatures’), and a more contemporary psalm by BT. Writers who somehow simultaneously elevate and humble creatures like us. Breathtaking.

As well, The Girlie and I have been filling the air with the everybodyfields (she’s a big fan), and we’ve been struck by the power found in the first lines of some favorite songs:

When I was a boy back in Tennessee
I was told I was too young to understand
But I can remember just like yesterday
Watching Daddy’s head sink deep down in his hands

Mama, there’s a boy outside
He’s come to take me away
That old Pontiac
Looks like a Cadillac, today…

I was sick by the time we hit Virginia
I had tombstones down both sides of my face
Driving all night home from Boston
I was so tired of being awake

Pairlee was a bastard child
Born in East Tennessee
Mama left her one day
Grand-daddy took her away…

How could you turn away from such imagery, such honesty, such emotion? How is it that people can be so gifted to use ordinary words– words we wade through every day– to say something so true, so evocative? I’m lost in wonder at this subtle power.

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  1. P3T3RK3Y5 says:

    its been incredible working with you on this upcoming series mike, in particular your inspiration and expertise with words is way way over my head – yet i am so moved by what i dont understand.

    if the series comes off half as good as what i’ve gotten out of it already just thinking and talking about it – it will kick ass.

    i was searching around a bit, and found that entire remix interview referenced at lyric that you linked to.

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I’ve been struck lately by the power of words, and those who possess the weighty gift that wields them well. We were doing some collaboration for our Sunday gatherings last night, awestruck at Psalm 8 (and considering Marcus Borg’s comments about ‘dust creatures’), and a more contemporary psalm by BT. Writers who somehow simultaneously elevate and humble creatures like us. Breathtaking.

As well, The Girlie and I have been filling the air with the everybodyfields (she’s a big fan), and we’ve been struck by the power found in a few first lines of some favorite songs:

When I was a boy back in Tennessee
I was told I was too young to understand
But I can still remember just like yesterday
Watching Daddy’s head sink deep down in his hands…

Momma, there’s a boy outside
He’s come to take me away
And that old Pontiac
Looks like a Cadillac, today/to me…

I was sick by the time we hit Virginia
I had tombstones underneath both of my eyes
driving all night home from Boston
I was so tired of being awake…

Pairlee was a bastard child
born in East Tennessee
Mama left her one day
Grand-dad took her away…

How could you turn away from such imagery, such honesty, such emotion? How is it that people can be so gifted to use ordinary words– words we wade through every day– to say something so true, so evocative? I’m lost in wonder at this subtle power.

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