I sure hope you are having a wonderful Saturday. This is a song that I finished writing on Thursday about a trip I took to Kentucky, and it probably is about other stuff too. Let me know what you think, and expect a Subversion of the Day coming soon based on the trip. Blessings.
I was raised to worship Jesus in cathedrals made of stone.
Skin and skeleton weren’t tabernacle cause they chained my flesh and bone.
Now you know I ain’t like the foxes, cause I ain’t got a home,
And I decided to cut my losses and let the dead bury their own.
It all started like a spark but wound up like a flood.
There were words and thoughts trapped in my heart
And coursing through my blood.
So as soon as I looked westward, naturally that’s where I steered.
I had to drain my corpse of the poison, I had to get my head clear.
Oh dear God can you help me?
I’m a wanted/unwanted man.
Should I build a house on rock or sand?
Precious Lord, please take my hand.
Take my hand, lead me on, help me stand, take my hand.
Well I drug this bike all over the Bluegrass and Appalachia.
It’s only eight hundred fifty cc’s. You know I hope that don’t displace you.
I met angels of wind, I seen messengers of fire.
The latter helped to get the thing lit, but the former took the flames up higher.
When I got back it was at sundown, or maybe it had already set.
I was shaking from the beating, I was shaking with regret.
I heard and felt the Weight of my mistakes, and maybe it will pass.
Or maybe that place burned down long ago and I was sleeping with the ash.