Saturday, April 19, 2008

Song of the Week

this is the lead singers thoughts on the song...

I'm not a theologian or a philosopher. I don't claim to know exactly how redemption works - I only know that it does work and that I want it to be working in my life. Sometimes people make the mistake of reading into lyrics. I honestly don't know a lot of the answers to these questions. There are three men that have inspired the lyrics to this album more then anyone else: David (my namesake, king, psalmist, failure), Jon Foreman and Clive Staples Lewis. There is a creature in one of C.S. Lewis' books that has these layers of scales that must be torn off in order to realize the intended life beneath the surface. Sometimes I feel like I need some scales torn off. Here is a bit from his essay 'The Weight of Glory' that describes the longing of my heart in 'Break': "in some sense, as dark to the intellect as it is unendurable to the feelings, we can be both banished from the presence of him who is present everywhere and erased from the knowledge of him who knows all. We can be left utterly and absolutely outside --repelled, exiled, estranged, finally and unspeakably ignored. On the other hand, we can be called in, welcomed, received, acknowledged. We walk every day on the razor edge between these two incredible possibilities. Apparently, then, our lifelong nostalgia, our longing to be reunited with something in the universe from which we now feel cut off, to be on the inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside, is no mere neurotic fancy, but the truest index of our real situation. And to be at last summoned inside would be both glory and honor beyond all our merits and also the healing of that old ache." (C.S. Lewis)



Break
Remedy Drive
Rip Open the Skies

you call me out I don’t hear a sound
you call me up but I’m on the ground
and I don’t want to be left outside
when you come to take your bride
you said you’d come to take your bride

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

under seven thunders one man fails
under seven layers of skin and scales
if i could touch the hem then i'd be made new
when the grass is wet with dew
i think the grass is wet with dew

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

i don’t want to banished-left outside
expelled repelled ignored denied- outside
castle walls stand so tall
i’ve heard a call but i’m on the fallen side outside

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

[http://www.remedydrive.com/music.htm]

4 comments:

Melanie said...

WHOO! GO DOUBLE REMEDY DRIVE SONG OF THE WEEK POSTS!

[lissa] said...

hahaha i take it you posted a remedy drive song too?

.m..a..d..d..y. said...

REMEDY DRIVE!!!!! i was like, who is so important to have thoughts on the song???

THEN IT WAS DAVE!

[lissa] said...

DAVE! no, not you, the other dave, but hey, while you're here... you wanna sign this? haha

[welcome.]

navigating around the school hallways and seeing the people walk by, i look into their faces. i notice their hair color, whether they wear glasses, what color eyes they have, who they walk with... its corny, but i try to look past all of that, too. once and awhile its nice for someone as shy as me to pass another person in the hall, a complete stranger no less, who dares to make eye contact and sends my heart into flutters. i can't help thinking, "that person saw me." but its not really the act of "seeing" itself, its more the act of "searching," that means most to me. i feel lost. i feel disposable; a picture frame that gets a scratch across the glass and is thrown away, just to be replaced. i don't really have a problem with that, i don't feel like i need to be pitied or ... that i need to seek attention. its the replacement that bothers me. i want to offer something that no one else can, i just haven't found that thing yet. this is just the ramblings of a high school no one who likes to watch rather then do. i like to think of myself as rather quiet, yet excitable and fun to be around. but there's always that underlying feeling of unease and awkwardness, that i've only been able to overcome a few times in my life. i don't want to change who i am. i don't want others to pretend to see in me what they don't. i want people to see the bad side of me, and spend the time searching for the good. i look for the best in others, and often times face the flaws in myself. welcome to my public diary...