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Right outside this lazy summer home
you ain't got time to call your soul a critic no.
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home,
wond'rin' where the nut-thatch winters,
wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
and night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,
sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,
sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
you ain't got time to call your soul a critic no.
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home,
wond'rin' where the nut-thatch winters,
wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
and night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,
sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,
sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
Lyrics submitted by itsmyownmind
Track duration: 05:17
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Now we are the stewards.
"There comes a redeemer and he slowly to fades away."
This hints at the way certain prophets are born who are more highly evolved than the rest of us. They live and attempt to drag the rest of us up out of the mud, or "clay." Yet, these people are still ephemeral. They die and leave behind ideas and followers "follows behind them a wagon that's loaded with clay." These followers are potentially transformed "shaped" by the teachings of the prophet, yet they still remain a work in progress. Only by lifetimes of work can we hope to continue evolving towards our potential.
Yet, in the end, despite the gains we as individuals make, we will die. Hopefully our efforts in life make a difference and we progress. The allusions to death in the song are a gentle reminder that we have no time to waste.
Robert Hunter intentionally used symbolic images in his lyrics so that they could be interpreted on many different levels. Eyes reminds us that even our individual interpretations of the song rely on the individual "Eyes" (really all levels of perception) that we use to perceive the song in the moment. There is also an implication in the song that there are natural cycles to creative energy and that we should be accepting and sharing of each other's perceptions of reality, aka, their "countries" and "homes". I also think the song is intended to be reassuring in a way, a reminder that we CAN manifest what we believe, that we CAN achieve our dreams.
Fantastic lyrics though, the work of a true poet.
This is also the song that turned me into a deadhead. As someone born and raised in the hood on R&B and Hip Hop, no small task. :)
But of course this song also typifies one of the key thing s i love about music. How it speaks to the soul. Especially when improvisation comes into play when they're just jammin'. So maybe not such a huge leap for me to go from Jazz- to hip hop - to saSonic Youth (masters of the Jam and improv themselves) to The Dead etc etc.
This song is instant energy boost, chicken soup for the soul, Popeye's shot of spinach in the nick of time. Once in college i saw a stranger on campus looking particularly bummed. I handed my walkmen to him (dating myself here, Im 33 now) and he was shocked to discover that it was playing the Dead... and in particular the '75 American Music Hall version of Eyes. He was instantly cheered. We remain homies to this day....
verse 2 - "there comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away. follows a wagon behind him thats loaded with clay" try to amagine building. building your life or even building your home (clay to build). then, the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, then decay. that (again, to me) is a metephor for life. the seeds of life. we all start out as a seed. then we grow, then we decay/die. and the last part "the night comes so quiet, close on the heals of the day" is similar to the ripple metaphor about night/day = life/death. our death comes so quiet on the heels of our lives. hopefully, peacefully.
verse 3 - a much easier verse to decipher. we live our lfe the way we see it/create it. we share the world (our homes, our horses) but more often, we're alone in ourselves/our minds.
check out the eyes of the world
The world is what you make of it and the perception you take on things.. It's your choice of how to look at things.. why not make them positive??