There are Powerlines in Our Bloodlines

April 15th 2010

I know that people usually don't read blogs where the blogger posts a long litany of song lyrics. Wait, maybe that is just me. Probably because I have the attention span of a bumblebee. Anyway. Here are some lyrics that are jangling around in my heart right now. Mostly I can't figure out my emotions, and I fluctuate WILDLY from deep, deep despair to bright sunny joy... it is a confusing time. Things are changing rapidly and I don't know what to cling onto, other than to God.... anyway, I hope you enjoy these lyrics, and the song that goes with them. You could even listen and read at the same time if you wanted to.

"The Engine Driver" - The Decemberists

I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I work beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

I'm a country lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have home
Home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones