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Sunday Song Lyric:
Ed Kowalczyk was inspired to write "Heaven" by his experience as a new parent. Although today is Mother's Day, not Father's Day, I thought the song was sufficiently appropriate to post (certainly more so, sentiment-wise, than the last song I posted on a Mother's Day). Besides, Redheadlaw7 and I are seeing Live tonight at the House of Blues, and they usually put on a good show.

With that introduction, here are the lyrics to Live's "Heaven" off of their 2003 album "Birds of Pray":
You don't need no friends
Get back your faith again
You have the power to believe
Another dissident
Take back your evidence
It has no power to deceive

I'll believe it when I see it for myself

I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset and I perceive

I sit with them all night
Everything they say is right
But in the morning they were wrong
I'll be right by your side
Come hell or water high
Down any road you choose to roam

I'll believe it when I see it for myself

I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset and I perceive, yeah

Darling, I believe, Oh Lord
Sometimes it's hard to breathe, Lord
At the bottom of the sea, yeah yeah

I'll believe it when I see it for myself

I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset and I perceive
I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset
I can see the sunset
I can see the sunset
I don't need no one
I don't need no one, oh
I don't need no one
I don't need no one
To tell me about heaven
I believe
I believe it, yeah
E (mail):
(Actually, the title is Birds of Pray. Issa pun.)
5.14.2006 1:10pm
Steven Horwitz (mail) (www):
Excellent choice Jonathan. Great band, great album. In fact, their best since Throwing Copper. They do indeed put on a good show. Hope you enjoy!
5.14.2006 8:37pm
Bottomfish (mail):
At the risk of being disliked, I must say that this may be a great song, but it is not a poem.
5.15.2006 6:30am
Jonathan H. Adler (mail) (www):
E - Good catch. My bad. Tis fixed now.

Bottomfish - It's "Sunday Song Lyric," not "Sunday Poem."

Steven - Thanks. It was a very good show, consisting of a two-hour set of 20 or so songs. It evoked memories of the first time I saw them in 1994. The half-dozen new songs from the forthcoming album sounded strong, and they played a real mix of older stuff, including "Mirror Song," and "White, Discussion."
5.15.2006 10:15am
Hoosier:
I must admit that I'm a mossback. But I prefer this, and get all misty at the last four lines as well:

A Cradle Song

The angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.

-- William Butler Yeats


My baby is four months old, and I can't think of this without thining of her. My boys are a few years older, and already seem to "have grown."

Yeats became a dad lateer in life, but wrote some beautiful thoughts on fatherhood when he got 'round to it.
5.15.2006 12:45pm
AK (mail):
Gotta love Sunday Morning Copyright Infringement!

But it's on a blog, so, like ยง106 doesn't apply, man! Fair use! Fair use!
5.15.2006 2:22pm
Bottomfish (mail):
Well, Cradle Song" is a poem and a song.
5.15.2006 7:54pm