Thursday, May 25, 2006

Thursday Lyric: Gandhi/Buddha

Wheeler is a joy to see in concert, energetic and devastatingly funny in between her sweet/funny/sad/powerful songs. We pulled this CD off the "bought but not listened to" pile and neither of us is sure when we bought it (best guess: last summer).... but it was worth it. We've heard her do this song in concert; it's goofy, but it's also deeply true, and also one of the only basically correct invocations of karma and rebirth I've ever heard in anglophone songwriting.

Gandhi/Buddha
Words And Music By Cheryl Wheeler

Feel this wind blow, scatter all these leaves like paper rain.
Feel these days roll back into our winter lives again.
The tangle at the garden fence is brown and dry.
You call me out and point to your November sky.

Chorus:
I must've been Gandhi or Buddha or someone like that,
I must've saved lives by the hundreds everywhere I went.
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
I must've done something great to get to have you.
When the cold comes and you are by your fire and fast asleep,
I'll turn a light on, to watch the snow outside fall soft and deep.
And when the winter morning shines all white and blue,
We'll watch the dogs run through the fields like children do.
Chorus
I suppose stranger things have come to pass,
Many's the forest I can't see.
I was so down and lost and fading fast.
How did you find your way to me?
Chorus

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