Solsbury Hill

Peter Gabriel’s classic song Solsbury Hill is my recent obsession. I listen to it over and over. Love the words and lyrics. My entire life I cannot understand lyrics to songs. Ridiculous! But true. I know the Star Spangled Banner, Silent Night, and most of You are my Sunshine. (pause for a chuckle)

Solsbury Hill has been in one of my Yoga āsana class playlists for years now but suddenly caught my attention. I’ve listened to it over and over. My kids are singing it. We’re blasting it in the car. The hubby smiles.

To me, the lyrics speak of an unexpected spiritual experience followed by an attempted to incorporate the experience into life. You can’t go backwards. You can’t pretend it didn’t happen. Who do you tell? Anyone? What will the conversation cost you? How do you move forward? What changes do you make?

I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination…
“Son”, he said, “grab your things, I’ve come to take you home”...

I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom, boom, boom…
“Hey”, I said, “you can keep my things, they’ve come to take me home”

Bottom line, an experience such as this one WAKES YOU UP. You’re awake. aware. and now what?

Kind of like my experience…. now what?  🙂

Om Shanti, friends.

 

Lyrics:

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing, stretching every nerve
Had to listen, had no choice
I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom, boom, boom
“Son”, he said, “grab your things, I’ve come to take you home”

To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
‘Til I thought of what I’ll say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom, boom, boom
“Hey”, he said, “grab your things, I’ve come to take you home”
(Hey, back home)

When illusion spin her net
I’m never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don’t need a replacement
I’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom, boom, boom
“Hey”, I said, “you can keep my things, they’ve come to take me home”

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