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I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
You're close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
You're close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
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The meaning of the song is fairly straightforward. In each verse, the narrator is in an encounter with his "Forgiver," but at each encounter, the narrator is too preoccupied with "your wonderous stories." The Jesus figure opens the pearly gates for him, sends his spirit flying away into the heavens, and each time the narrator just thinks 'I hope I can get home in time for those wonderous stories!'
This is either a tongue-in-cheek little piece of hyperbole about some VERY good stories; or perhaps it is an indictment of people who turn away from spiritual 'truths' in favor of entertaining stories (perhaps in a simple 'skipping Church in favor of watching TV' sense, or in a more pointed 'skipping an actual relationship with God in favor of sticking with your comfortable church with its familiar stories' - though if this is an indicment of organized/impersonal religion, it is done more artfully and beautifully than the similarly themed progressive work on Jethro Tull's Aqualung, which often verges on the pompous and self-righteous).
In any case, a magical song.
@paraclete This makes sense of it for me. Thank you!
@paraclete This makes sense of it for me. Thank you!