Song of the week: Somewhere Only We Know

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know

By Keane

Song of the Week: Homeward Bound

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In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red.
When the summer’s ceased its gleaming,
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure’s lost its meaning,
I’ll be homeward bound in time.

Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I’ll return to you somehow.

If you find it’s me you're missing, if you’re hoping I’ll return.
To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning, and in the road I’ll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end.
And the path I’ll be retracing when I’m homeward bound again.

Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I’ll return to you somehow.

In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing, I’ll be homeward bound again.

-Music and Lyrics by Marta Keen
Lyrics found at Brutaly Honest

Song of the Week: The Wanderer

I've been stuck on a late-in-his-career Johnny Cash phase the last few weeks...
This one's about a man's search for God in a post-apocalyptic world

This is my favorite line of the whole song:
...I stopped outside a church house
where the citizens like to sit
they say they want the kingdom
but they don't want God in it...

Before anyone starts ragging on me I have to tell you that as a born-again believer I have the right to hold my fellow believer's feet (including mine) to the fire...we are way too guilty of doing just what the line says.

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- U2 with Johnny Cash
(U2/Bono)

I went out walking through the streets paved with gold
lifted some stones
saw the skin and bones
of a city without a soul
I went out walking under an atomic sky
where the ground won't turn
and the rain it burns
like the tears when I said goodbye

Yeah I went with nothing
nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went drifting through the capitals of tin
where men can't walk
or freely talk
and sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
where the citizens like to sit
they say they want the kingdom
but they don't want God in it

I went out with nothing
nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went out walking
down that winding road
where no one's trusting no one
and conscience...a too heavy load
I went out riding, down that ol'eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
looking for my own name

I went with nothing
but the thought you'd be there, too
Looking for you

I went out there in search of experience
to taste and to touch and to feel's as much
as a man can before he repents

I went out searching, looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who could sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking with a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yea I went out for the papers
told her I'd be back by noon

Yeah I left with nothing
but the thought you'd be there too
looking for you...
Yeah I left with nothing
nothing but the thought of you...
I went wandering

Song of the Week: Hurt

By Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way