Clearing webs from the hovel
a blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I've been digging too deep, I always do.
I see my face on the surface
I look a lot like narcissus
A dark abyss of an emptiness
Standing on the edge of a drowning blue.
I look behind my ears for the green
Even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
Gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands, not just my head
I think myself into jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
I had a lot of good intentions
Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension,
Started seeing the road to hell and just where it starts.
But my life is more than a vision
The sweetest part is acting after making a decision
I started seeing the whole as a sum of its parts.
My life is part of the global life
I'd found myself becoming more immobile
When I'd think a little girl in the world can't do anything.
A distant nation my community
A street person my responsibility
If I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring.
A simple message presented in lyrics that flow so well and resonate so much. Couple that with a hell-of-a-hook melody and there you have it...just another Indigo Girls masterpiece!
Hey Myles Jarvis I seriously doubt that you could turn Emily straight and Amy would have you for lunch and kick your ass for even suggesting such a thing!
Ah, the song that made me a fan.
I first heard this when driving home from work, listening to BBC radio's 'Roundtable', a review programme originally begun by Emperor Rosko (remember him? - now my age is showing).
Got home and bored the proverbials off my wife enthusing about the song. Anyway, went out the next day, bought the album and fell in love with the Indigo Girls, as did the missus.
A lot of good stuff from the girls since then, but this is still one of our favourites.
I'm a manly Jarhead Marine and I've digged theses girls since my MSU days of 92'
Food for the spirit. Thought about many references my two times in the Stan. There hasn't been many 'artists' who impress me. Hot, dazzling? Sexy. It's shit. It's a can of tuna on the shelf. I dig these girls.