Song parody of
Galilee
by McKenzie Jasper
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Now we're talking in our sleep
The people look like trees
With their arms around their knees
Behind their eyes
Fantasizing of their dreams
Of a life that they could reach
If only grief could be deceived
At present, we see indistinctly as in a mirror
Staring into the abyss of conscioiusness
Wishing for it to be a little bit clearer
And reveal itself
The chaotic, cacophonous
F-f-f-fear of the distance that plagues us
Now I'm a
Blind fool half asleep
While the children learn to pray
And the women start to weep
Because they see
The time
The coming of the day
When the wolves walk out the woods
Waking sheep from out their sleep
When they begin to scatter
Wondering what was the matter
With their sleep and their dreams
Lying shattered in the grass
Or rather disappeared
Into the clear, thin air
Then they will gather
Then they will gather
All around in the pasture
To the sound so unfamiliar
Yet familiar
A mysterious voice sadder
Yet happier, more joyous than any noise
They'd ever heard before
At present, we are sheep seeing indistinctly as in a mirror
Staring into the abyss of consciousness
Wishing for it to be a little bit clearer
And reveal itself
The chaotic, cacophonous
F-f-f-fear of the distance that plagues us
Do sheeps even dream?
In the end the metaphysics are cryptic
If only we could settle to be still and just listen
To the voice of the Mystic
But then, just then
That
Second the watchman will come walking out to say
That the Mystic is dead
This chapter in our conceit has ended
But wait
Not yet
Maybe it's through His very Death
The sheep will be redeemed!
After all, the tomb was left empty
Stop holding on to me, Mary
Peter's threefold denial by the charcoal fire
Was answered by another scene
With another fire on the sea
Of Galilee
What if the whole world stopped to slow down
Took a deep breath, meditated, looked around
Appreciated
The splendor that is to be found
In Creation's sacred manifold
Christened by the Holy Ghost?
Now we're talking in our sleep
The people look like trees
With their arms around their knees
Behind their eyes
Fantasizing of their dreams
Of a life that they could reach
If only grief could be deceived
At present, we see indistinctly as in a mirror
Staring into the abyss of conscioiusness
Wishing for it to be a little bit clearer
And reveal itself
The chaotic, cacophonous
F-f-f-fear of the distance that plagues us
Now I'm a
Blind fool half asleep
While the children learn to pray
And the women start to weep
Because they see
The time
The coming of the day
When the wolves walk out the woods
Waking sheep from out their sleep
When they begin to scatter
Wondering what was the matter
With their sleep and their dreams
Lying shattered in the grass
Or rather disappeared
Into the clear, thin air
Then they will gather
Then they will gather
All around in the pasture
To the sound so unfamiliar
Yet familiar
A mysterious voice sadder
Yet happier, more joyous than any noise
They'd ever heard before
At present, we are sheep seeing indistinctly as in a mirror
Staring into the abyss of consciousness
Wishing for it to be a little bit clearer
And reveal itself
The chaotic, cacophonous
F-f-f-fear of the distance that plagues us
Do sheeps even dream?
In the end the metaphysics are cryptic
If only we could settle to be still and just listen
To the voice of the Mystic
But then, just then
That
Second the watchman will come walking out to say
That the Mystic is dead
This chapter in our conceit has ended
But wait
Not yet
Maybe it's through His very Death
The sheep will be redeemed!
After all, the tomb was left empty
Stop holding on to me, Mary
Peter's threefold denial by the charcoal fire
Was answered by another scene
With another fire on the sea
Of Galilee
What if the whole world stopped to slow down
Took a deep breath, meditated, looked around
Appreciated
The splendor that is to be found
In Creation's sacred manifold
Christened by the Holy Ghost?