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.:One More Time:.


This song is one of my favourites. It has an introduction that sets the mood, some good imagery, and a message that isn't too ridiculously hidden. It's even got some mystery to it in the "two words" :) The only major flaw would be slightly repetetive language use in the verses, though I don't think it detracts from the song.

So what is it actually about? This is my song about God and everything I believe he/she/it to be. The woman on the beach is a purely spiritual manifestation, and the reference to "ancient holes" is supposed to be the part where everyone remembers Christianity and clues in I'm talking about religion. However, it is safe to say my beliefs do not especially follow any established religion. How'd we get here? I trust quantum physics over Creationism. Why are we here? To love, to help, and to find happiness. What's guiding us? This is the part you'll find in the song, especially through the hand metaphor. Whether it has a physical being or not, I believe that some force of some kind is influenced by our actions and causes consequences that reflect on them. Very close to Karma. I also believe that this force has an immense capability for love, though only has the ability to express this love in very specific ways. I think nature is an expression of spiritual/karmic/religious forces. It is entirely too beautiful not to be. I think reincarnation, should it actually happen, is an expression of meaning and consequence in life. And yes, I believe that this force I speak of is powerful, but hardly omnipotent. Control of nature is control of context. Control of context is control of time, place, perception, and choice. Look up "pathetic fallacy" (I mean this half jokingly).

The one piece of contrast you'll find in this song is the chorus, referring to tears for "my old friend". The emotional content of this comes from Jason. If this is what I believe, then why do good die young (and innocently)? This I cannot understand, save for the possibility his 'soul' was needed in another role on this planet. If that is the case, so be it, I mourn.


i ran to the water
to find crystal waves that
chased me to the shore
--
i remembered dreams of soft brown hair
floating like feathers in the wind
over time's beautiful face

she watched me while she kneeled on the sand
as i tried to escape her eyes
and waves crashed over her old white dress
when she placed her hands in mine

with a whisper she opened my eyes
as i tried to guard my thoughts
and with one breath she knew my mind
as i gave in to her touch

with just two words she set my mind at ease
as i fell down from my feet
and her eyes told me that like the sea
she had always been watching over me

i've got my head between my knees again
remembering my old friend
i've got my head between my knees again
one more time for my old friend

in an instant she gave me the night and stars
as i shook she gave me strength
and her fingers reached deep through my heart
as i began to learn her ways

she pulled my cheek against her face
as i trembled for her love
and she knew that now i knew her grace
as the oceans i had been dreaming of

with one soft touch she released her hold
as i finally found her hands
and each was pierced with ancient holes
and now i understand
now i understand
now i understand

i've got my head between my knees again
remembering my old friend
i've got my head between my knees again
one more time for my old friend

i ran from the water
to find her loving gaze had
followed me once again
and for the sake of yesterday
i watch the storms from the sand
as i have never let go of grace
or her soft white hands

i've got my head between my knees again
remembering my old friend
i've got my head between my knees again
one more time for my old friend




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