wilt | one song on the "election anxiety mix" that is worth not skipping
(even though people love to hate Dave Matthews Band)
Don’t Drink The Water - Live at Central Park (2003)
Come out, come out, no use in hiding
Come now, come now, can you not see?
There's no place here, what were you expecting?
No room for both, just room for me
So you will lay your arms down
Yes I will call this home
Away, away you have been banished
Your land is gone and given me
And here I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home
What's that you say?
You feel the right to remain?
Then stay and I will bury you
What's that you say?
Your father's spirit still lives in this place,
Well I will silence you
Here's the hitch, your horse is leaving,
Don't miss your boat, it's leaving now
And as you go I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home
I have no time to justify to you
Fool you're blind, move aside for me
All I can say to you, my new neighbor
Is you must move on or I will bury you
[chanting]
Now as I rest my feet by this fire
Those hands once warmed here
But I have retired them
I can breathe my own air
And I can sleep more soundly
Upon these poor souls
I'll build heaven and call it home
'Cause you're all dead now.
And I live with my justice
And I live with my greedy need
Oh I live with no mercy
And I live with my frenzied feeding
And I live with my hatred
And I live with my jealousy
Oh I live with the notion
That I don't need anyone but me
Don't drink the water
Don't drink the water
Blood in the water
Don't drink the water
Don't drink the water
Don't drink the water
There's blood in the water
Don't drink the water
Blood in the water
You'll all be dead
Dave talks about the song here.
two more things on my mind today:
Words in memory of Oscar Romero of El Salvador (adapted)
It helps, now and then, to step back and take a long view.
The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts, it is even beyond our vision.
This is what we are about. We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations that will need further development.
We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything,
and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that.
This enables us to do something,
and to do it very well. It may be incomplete,
but it is a beginning, a step along the way,
an opportunity for grace to enter and do the rest.
We may never see the end results, but that is the difference
between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders; we are the many, not the messiah.
We are prophets of a future not our own.
We are builders of a future not our own.