Stealing the words of others.

Have you ever noticed that those those that don't seem to have much to say always seem to have the microphone (mic)? Whereas it is rare that those that have so much to say are allowed to hold the mic, that is why when it does happen they move the world. Really, think about those who have the mic, think about what they could say...but don't. Think about those who have moved the world, those few that have something say and demand the mic...Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Albert Einstein, what ever prophet calls to your heart.



Strange isn't it? Good ole' Bob wrote this song in 1962 (dan correct me if I am wrong). 43 years to improve! Still how many of us can still close our eyes and relate it to the way we feel today? How many of us quietly wait for the answers on the wind? Don't know if it says a lot about Bob or not so much about us...

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Bob Dylan Blowin' In the Wind


This is one of those songs that I wish you could hear, assuming you have not heard it. It is one of those songs that drown you in your own thoughts, hopes, and memories. One of those songs that even when played in the background, makes you close your eyes and dream...

Caught like a deer in my own headlights
Frozen on this road tonight
Shifting in this icy wind
Dead of winter, dead of night
Not much time to make it right
I know where that lonesome sound begins
Howlin' down the Cumberland
Just a creature in the dark
Longing for one blessed spark
To burn the sky and hear the night
With love reborn by morning light
But nature doesn't heed the call
Nature just commands that's all
Now my love's a cutting wind
Howlin' down the Cumberland

John Hiatt Howlin' Down the Cumberland

Note: For those of you paying attention I am not biased towards artists that do not use the letter "g"

There are certain songs that put me back in my place. Make me remember things that get washed aways in the storm of life...

I have been unfaithful
I have been unworthy
I have been unrighteous
And I have been unmerciful
I have been unreachable
I have been unteachable
I have been unwilling
And I've been undesirable
And sometimes I have been unwise
I've been undone by what I'm unsure of
But because of you
And all that you went through
I know that I have never been unloved
I have been unbroken
I have been unmended
I have been uneasy
And I've been unapprochable
I've been unemotional
I've been unexceptional
I've been undecided
And I have been unqualified
Unaware - I have been unfair
I've been unfit for blessings from above
But even I can see
The sacrifice You made for me
To show that I have never been unloved

Michael W. Smith Never Been Unloved


Some artists know how to express life in their music...

Remember sitting on the doorstep
Lord with tears in my eyes
Already had my bags packed
Kissed my mama goodbye
Had my heart set on someone
That I didn’t even know
So tell me why it still hurts me so

Cold afternoons
Lord mamas off to work
Just home from school
Feeling lonesome as I should
Getting wise to the streets
Keeping to my own
Just awake one day
Find I was grown

We’re only young once
Only get one chance
Seeing life through the eyes through the innocent

Yes sir, take it slow
No need for haste
Cause’ the time you’ll miss
Is the time you waste

So now I’m grown
For the first time in my life
You know I feel at home
In my heart and in my mind
Don’t think I would take every minute back
Just couldn’t bring myself to live like that

We’re only young once
Only get one chance
Seeing life through the eyes through the innocent

Yes sir, take it slow
No need for haste
Cause’ the time you’ll miss
Is the time you waste

Steve Earl Time You Waste