Sift one cup folk, one cup R&B, one cup blues, one tablespoon jazz. Mix in spirit of Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen, and Greg Brown. Add to taste: dry humor, faith against odds, bloody heartbreak. Bake 5o-some years in hard knocks oven. Add spark of Goddess. Serve with acoustic guitar and baritone vocals.
Story behind the song
This is a spiritual song about...well, it's about the mystery
Lyrics
Sing Me
You see me here, you hear the sound,
The words, the tune, the song goes round.
But Im just the prop, the master strings me.
Behind the mask I feel the power
That sings me.
Sing me, sing me
I feel the power that sings me.
Feet fly, arms wave, I spin, you glide.
Alone, together, we take the ride.
But who controls? Who starts the trance? We
Feel the tug of hidden strings
That dance me.
Dance me, dance me
The bouncing strings That dance me.
The crack, the swish, the swerve, the strike,
Touched by grace to be like Mike.
Its all I want, one miracle a day. Be
In the zone where the one true game
Can play me.
Play me, play me
The one true game can play me.
You hear me say that I love you,
And yes, theres love, I guess thats true.
Like a kid in war, love turns me, shoves me.
I cant pretend I know the force
That loves me.
Love me, love me
I feel the force That loves me.
Who lives my life? I cant explain.
I feel the joy, I feel the pain.
I push, Im pulled. I hurt, forgive me.
The curtain parts for Gods own fool
Who lives me.
Live me, live me
Its Gods own fool who lives me.
Copyright 2002, Bruce McKinney
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