fenderdave

You ever read a poem or listen to a song, and wondered what they were really thinking about when they wrote the words on a piece of paper? Sometimes I read things or hear things and simply say "what the fuck?". I love to see words so uniquely put together that the reader can interpret it anyway they want. Check out these lyrics. I'm still trying to figure out what he's truely talking about.

Well there's something missin'
But they won't drag the river
God sends his children
Out into the streets
You can dig all you want
There's no buried hatchets
Just bones on the table
Burnholes in the seat and
I feel weary in the weight of these days

I've been down with the dogs
I've been low with toads
And I have walked down the road
The old hermit won't go

I've felt the holy
In infinite spaces
And I read the names
While they all hid their faces

And I feel weary in the weight of these days
And I'm feeling weary in the weight of these days

Will you meet me someday past the sunset
We'll shine like chrome with
Snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset
Known by the known, the dreamers of dream
And stitch by stitch, we work to tear the seam

One hand on the sky
One on the third rail
Your mind can't be free
When your soul is in jail
So long live the the chains
Set thy iron free
Long live the king
When he's dead like me

But I feel weary in the weight of these days
Well I feel weary in the weight of these days

Behind the doors
Eyes of stone
Listen to the voices
That won't leave you alone
Climb up the vine
That goes straight to your mind
Get lost on the jungle
Of your own space and time

Well I feel lucky in the weight of these days
Well I feel lucky in the weight of these days

Will you meet me someday past the sunset
We'll shine like chrome with
Snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset
Known by the known, the dreamers of dream
And stitch by stitch, we work to tear the seam

Chris Robinson "Someday Past the Sunset"

What do you think?