Lazarus

This is one of my train-songs. It's kind of in motion all the time, the kind of song that goes well with moving forward at a fast pace, especially alongside some beautiful scenery. And I only listen to it in the summer. It contains sand and heat and warm sunlight and the smell of asphalt and grass, so it feels... wrong... to listen to it at any other time.

There's lots of things to interpret in this one, especially if you consider the title, but I choose not to. Yes, it's full of little nods to the bible (and I do love songs that make real stories out of biblical stories, giving the people voices of their own, seeing things from different sides), but that isn't the main reason why I love Lazarus. So I won't say anything else. Except this: I long to lie on the grass and listen to this while looking at the clouds.

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as the cheerless town pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
and then a voice inside my head breaks the analoue
and says:

"follow me down to the valley below
you know
moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"

I survived against the will of my twisted folk
but in the deafness of my world, the silence broke
and said:

"follow me down to the valley below
you know
moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"

my David, don't you worry
this cold world is not for you
so rest your head upon me
I have the strength to carry you

ghosts of the twenties rising
golden summers, just holding you

"follow me down to the valley below
you know
moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
come to us, Lazarus
it's time for you to go"