Sunday, August 14, 2011

Oh So Apropos...

(this is the best version i could find on YouTube, but the album version--or the Awake Tour recording--is SO much better. find it, listen to it, you won't regret it.)


Rising above tension below
Learn from the in-between
Blinded by trust, asleep to the truth
Awakened by disbelief
Somewhere I found strength in my soul
Still you refuse to see

Are you sure I'm not all right?
'Cause lately I've been feeling fine!
Every lifeline leads its own way to the heavens
But I have seen you run in circles, unforgiven
Is there anything in this world that can make you stop?!
Oh, you're a machine!

A world of your own
Hollow inside
Careful when worlds collide
I'm filling my life
With all it can hold
Carry it on with pride

Are you sure I'm not all right?
Cause lately I've been feeling fine!
Every lifeline leads its own way to the heavens
But I have seen you run in circles, unforgiven
Is there anything in this world that can make you stop?!
Oh, you're a machine!

The sun's still above
All the rain that's coming down
And I can feel the clouds drifting away
And now the sky is open wide!

Turn the light on, you will see things
So much clearer
Ohh, but there's no heart
Oh, there's no heart, and I've spent all this time feeling
Something you can't feel at all!
You're a machine!
Oh, you're a machine.


I have loved this song since the first time I heard it, but, like a lot of things, the more of life you experience, the more deeply things like this resonate with you.
I mean, I know I'm not alone in admitting that I've been blinded by trust; I've had my heart bruised and my faith in people shattered.

And the thing is, these experiences add up, little by little, over time, until one day you find yourself wondering why you bother to care at all. It only ends up hurting.

But then...........at least I'm not a machine. 
At least I can feel.  
And if every life makes its own way, I guess I'd rather be bruised up a little than a machine.

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