woensdag 26 januari 2011

Back Door Man by Sarah MacLachlan. It touches me.


This beautiful song, de sound of the voice of Sarah MacLachlan, the poem.....it  fits me like a glove.
I wonder if she sings it to me, but then, that's what happens with songs and feelings, they're just  there, right time, right place. I want to share it with you because I know many of you feel the same. You may cry, get angry or sad. And when you've finnished listening, you may put your daily smile back on.  You can tell me life is as wonderful as it should be, but we will both know: Smetimes it just isn't!

You open your eyes, look around

You feel the earth it wanders -
Out, from under your feet - the ground
Is not firm but soft and weak - like skin
Under the touch, cannot stop to falter
Now, the damage is done the certainties gone
The spirits altered

And now the angry morning
Gives the early signs of warning
You must face alone the plans you make
Decisions they will try to break

Our hands are tied on the table
Maybe you can try at the back door man
While the helpless line up on the doorsteps
'Cause it's all they can do to try to get through
All of your life you've lived in a world as pure
As Eden's sixth day - now all you've been allowed
Is taken away - they will not let you be so proud

And you have felt the fear growing inside
Protest follows far and wide - they'll see how long
It will take 'till you fall - from so much denied
Your soul - it aches relentless from the fear
That they will never guess - so unfair that

They can make you feel so small
And the fear you know is real

song and lyrics by Sarah MacLachlan 1991
©Gavi Mensch
Mother Earth

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