Heard this song today. It rang true to me somehow.
When I think of heaven
(Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of flying down into a sea of
pens and feathers and all other
instruments of faith and sex and God
in the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying, I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King
I said mama, mama, mama
Why am I so alone?
I can't go outside
I'm scared I might not make it home
I'm alive, but I'm sinking in
If there's anyone home at your place
Why don't you invite me in?
Don't try to bleed me
I've been there before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been lying
I've been sinking
And I am the Rain King
Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again
When I think of heaven
(Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God in
The belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to bleed me
I've been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been dying
I been drinking and I am the Rain King
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"Rain King" as written by Adam/bryson Duritz
I've identified with that song for quite a while, too. I didn't even have all the words right, but my mistakes echoed even more true to me when I thought it said "I'm alone in the service of the Queen. I'm alone...."
ReplyDeleteThere's another Counting Crows song called "Marjorie's Dreaming of Horses." I don't know that one as well, but I get the impression she's "Tryin' to be a good girl / Give 'em what they want" while dreaming of winning big at the racetrack so she can escape.
No wonder my little bro was so into Counting Crows in their heyday. They're better writers than I realized!