Killing Me Softly
Have you ever had a song just speak to you or describe where you are in this life so well that it was something you had to sit down and think about? I remember this phenomenon being described in “Killing Me Softly” when I was a schoolgirl. I didn’t fully understand it at the time, but I do now.
Liz Phair, for me, said it best:
Wind And The Mountain
You lose your way
You’ve got to land
You’ve gotta make another plan
But sometimes I am too tiredYou’ve gotta smile
You’ve gotta play
You’ve gotta work another day
But sometimes I am too tiredYou’ve gotta raise your hand
And say I don’t understand
But there are days when I’m too tired
There are days when I’m just too tiredAnd the wind that I’m in
Screams on me
Screams on me
Howls around me
Howls around meAnd I feel like I am a naked man
I’ve got nothing and no one
In a stranger’s land
And the wind will do me inEvery day you’ve gotta run
You’ve got a job
You get it done
But sometimes I am too tiredYou wanna roll in the grass
Kick your shoes off
Have a laugh
But sometimes I am too tiredI wanna raise my hand
And say I don’t understand
But there are days when I’m too tired
There are days when I’m just too tiredAnd the wind kicks in again and says
Lean on me
Lean on me
Rise above me
Rise above meAnd it says sailor
Don’t leave the channel now
Deep blue rollers are breaking across your bow
And the wind will guide you inSo I went up the mountain
But all I saw was another mountain
So I came down the mountain
And I said leave me here Lord
So I went up the mountain
But all I saw was another mountain
So I came down the mountain
And I said leave me here Lord
Leave me in the valley
Let me rest my weary head
Give peace to your survivor
Put all my fears to bedYou lose your way
You’ve got to land
You’ve gotta make another plan
But sometimes I am inspiredYou’re gonna sing another song
You’re gonna right another wrong
And sometimes I am inspiredYou’re gonna raise your hand and say I don’t understand
And there are days when you get an answer
There are days when you find your answer
Liz Phair, Wind and the Mountain, Killing Me Softly, music, scream
December 22nd, 2006 at 2:48 pm
There’s another song of inspiration that you reminded me of.
How to Move a Mountain by Cherie Call
When I was young I heard the stories
about the people who could make the mountains flee.
And every now and then, some one would tell me,
I could do the same if I believed.
So one summer night, I looked out my window,
And I closed my eyes, and listened to the wind blow.
And I tried to move the mountain,
I wished for it to crumble at my feet.
I tried one thing after another,
but I couldn’t shake a leaf.
I never knew the mountian had a lesson it would teach,
Cuz as tall as I got,
I still lived in it’s shadow, watched it tower over me.
Til one summer day, I thought I heard it call me.
So I closed my eyes and changed into my blue jeans,
And I leanred how to move a mountain,
It was harder than I dreamed it would be.
I put one foot down passed the other,
Til the mountain was under me.
And I felt like I could see forever
When the truth hit my senses suddenly
That mountain wasn’t nearly the first one that I’d moved.
God had seen my victory.
Every time I put my weaknesses behind me.
And I closed my eyes and let His mercy find me.
I know how to move a mountain,
I have to fall down on my knees.
Then I get back on my feet
Head on upward, til I make it to the peak
And the mountains under me.
Yeah.