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News from the shores of Babylon

February 29, 2012

True confession?  Even on the best of days, I usually feel like I’m wearing the wrong clothes, breathing the wrong air, walking on the wrong dirt.  I half expect people to eye me suspiciously and say “you ain’t from around here, are ya?”

I’ve learned to navigate the terrain here fairly well, but I am constantly aware of my otherly-ness.  This world rarely feels like home.  It’s more like a war zone.  If you don’t believe me, just go read or watch the news.  There’s nothing “home” about that mess.

Doesn’t stop me from looking for it, though. Doesn’t stop me from hoping.

I could have written this song.  I didn’t, which is why Jon Foreman is getting the royalties and I’m not, but as usual it’s as if he had a microphone in my head, listening to my thoughts, and then went and set them to music.  He’s made entire CDs filled with the things I think.   Now you know.

I’ll post the lyrics below, since there aren’t any in the song video.

 

 

Feeling like a refugee
Like it don’t belong to me
The colors flash across the sky

This air feels strange to me
Feeling like a tragedy
Take a deep breath and close my eyes
One last time

Storms on the wasteland
Dark clouds on the plains again
We were born into the fight

But I’m not sentimental
This skin and bones is a rental
And no one makes it out alive

Until I die I’ll sing these songs
On the shores of Babylon
Still looking for a home
In a world where I belong

Where the weak are finally strong
Where the righteous right the wrongs
Still looking for a home
In a world where I belong

Feels like we’re just waiting, waiting
While our hearts are just breaking, breaking
Feels like we’re fighting against the tide

I wanna see the earth shaking
I wanna see a generation
Finally waking up inside

Until I die I’ll sing these songs
On the shores of Babylon
Still looking for a home
In a world where I belong

Where the weak are finally strong
Where the righteous right the wrongs
Still looking for a home
In a world where I belong

In a world where I belong

This body’s not my own
This world is not my own
But I can still hear the sound
Of my heart beating out
So let’s go boys, play it loud

On the final day I die
I want to hold my head up high
I want to tell you that I tried
To live it like a song

And when I reach the other side
I want to look you in the eye
And know that I’ve arrived
In a world where I belong

Where I belong

I still believe we can live forever
You and I we begin forever now
Forever now
Forever
I still believe in us together
You and I we’re here together now
Together now
Together now
Forever now
Forever now

 

 

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  1. February 29, 2012 10:54 am

    “By the rivers of Babylon,there we sat down, yea we wept when we remembered Zion.
    We hung our harps, upon the willows in the midst of it.
    For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song.
    And those who plundered us requested mirth,
    Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
    How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?”

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