Lyrics for Lent 2.0

I don’t know what your preferred flavor of music is or how eclectic your music and art taste may be. My music and art taste goes through times of expansion and contraction, as so much of life does, but I keep coming back to music that stirs a possibility, not an answer, for the koan I was given by the Master at a Buddhist temple in Arlington, TX back in 1986. Religion Majors at TCU were encouraged to take the “Mysticism” course. It was a semester of study about how the world’s religions incorporate, ignore, or tolerate the mystics of their tradition. It was, for me, a being opening experience.

The parables that Jesus told are going with me and music, I’m taking some music with me, on the journey to Jerusalem this year for Lent. Today’s lyrics for Lent.

“Wish You Were Here”
Pink Floyd, September 1975

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Sid they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.