Black Bird

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

-Blackbird by The Beatles

Both my girls heard this song not long out of the womb. Abigail and I would sit in the rocking chair in her nursery and I would sing to her or hum the tune and it always seemed to calm her down. Charlotte heard it as well, sitting on the couch through many a long night nursing.
I hope they will remember it when they get older. I know I will always remember those times with them.

just a song

So I'm driving in my car, thinking about people, past and present, who have influenced my life. I have some freshly loaded music on my i pod and decide to plug it in and listen while making my way to the grocery store. The lyrics posted below are from the song that prompted this blog, and I know it's not totally legal to cite it this way, but hopefully everyone will understand and not turn me in (har har).

Broken

You can close your eyes

And see a picture perfect life

Inside of your mind

Dreaming only of the days ahead

Wanted and wished for more than now

Or the days behind

You waste your time

The picture makes a promise

The flesh lets it be broken

You can never think

You can't even stop yourself

Before the words have been spoken

And you've already said

You would give everything

And something for nothing

Everybody thinks you're joking

You want to be the one

Made over be your own

Before and after

And the supermarket

Beauty in a bottle queen

Who'll one day grace a check-out counter

magazine front cover

Though the fine print reads

The picture makes a promise

The flesh lets it be broken

When your life is never what you wanted

Not even halfway normal

Just tarnished and soiled

when in your reach

A framed and frozen moment

So far from perfection

Not truth or transcendence

Will set you free

Still you don't believe

-song and lyrics by Tracy Chapman; Broken; Let it Rain; c2002

What is truth? Why do we seek truth outside ourselves, never able to face the truth within?