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Song 2 | Things and Thoughts of Time |
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© October 25, 2007, Roy Stucky
The clock that blinks upon my shelf
Demands I pay attention's toll.
Commuter cars arrest my self
And drive it down a daily hole.
The concrete's bedding seven seas.
A million heads on highways roll.
I need a hand to steady me
If I'm to ever touch my soul.
Hey minstrel man come weave emotion spells.
Hey poet can you dress us with that cloth?
Can art provide a glimpse where glory dwells
And help us bear the pain of such a loss?
In moments we remember
To lift our eyes above the line -
Among the things and thoughts of Time.
Among the things and thoughts of Time.
The Spirit calls across the chasm riven by my sin.
The glory shines beneath the door but I can't enter in.
Musician blow a note that lifts me high above this place.
Hey singer when we reach the feast then please won't you say grace?
Hey minstrel man come weave emotion spells.
Hey poet can you dress us with that cloth?
Can art provide a glimpse where glory dwells
And help us bear the pain of such a loss?
In moments we remember
To lift our eyes above the line -
Among the things and thoughts of Time.
Among the things and thoughts of Time.
Things and thoughts of Time.
Things and thoughts of Time.
| Description | Quotes | Music | Video | Equipment | History | Notes | Comments | BUY |
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Song 2 | Things and Thoughts of Time |
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Works | Series 1-Quest To Be Whole | Album 8-Compatriot |