[Vintage54]

                               Sitting on my own ass.

                      I'm not sitting on the rock of ages
                      I'm sitting on my own ass
                      Whenever the feast of the passover comes
                      I just let it pass
                      I'm still thirsty from drinking the wine
                      Still hungry from the Eucharist
                      But iv'e not stopped believing
                      I believe you don't exist

                      You parted the sea for moses
                      Hey! didn't ya
                      Were you on vacation
                      When the trains rolled to Treblinka

                      Took a pilgrimage to mecca
                      Couldn't find anybody home
                      I traced your steps in Jerusalem
                      Couldn't feel you under the dome
                      I put on my catholic head
                      Fell asleep on the streets of Rome
                      Walked to the church at the end of my street
                      Then i walked back home alone

                      You parted the sea for Moses
                      Hey! didn't you
                      Were you on vacation
                      When the trains rolled to Treblinka?

                      Sister Rose, how does it feel
                      To be the wife, of a wooden man
                      Every day, you come to kneel
                      But the marriage, is just a sham
                      I'm just, an old caretaker
                      For someone, who's not home
                      Go find yourself a real man
                      One thats made, of flesh and bone

                     I'm tired of all the searching
                     I'm tired of the mystery
                     I'm tired of trying to find you
                     So make it easy, come find me
                     You can't say iv'e not been trying
                     You know iv'e tried, harder than most
                     Maybe your'e the Father, maybe your'e the Son
                     Or maybe, your'e an Holy ghost

                     You parted the sea for Moses
                     Hey! didn't you
                     Were you on vacation
                     When the trains rolled to Treblinka?






                     
                 

[hardtwistmusic]

No one can claim you lack courage.  This one really will excite some controversy - at least it would in The USA.   

It's a crying shame that such opinions take courage to express.  EVERYONE benefits when all sides of an argument are heard without fear.  I applaud this lyric without entirely agreeing with it.  (I seldom ENTIRELY agree with ANYTHING.) 

No nits from me.  I think it's an important perspective very well presented. 

[MarS]

Hey Vintage54,

I really liked:

I'm just, an old caretaker
For someone, who's not home

I'm tired of trying to find you
So make it easy, come find me"

And I loved the full stop

[lillypilly]

Damn Vintage

This to my mind is great, just such a good write, I applaud this lyric and I agree with it

" I'm tired of trying to find you
so make it easy, come find me"

[Arkwright]

As a 'devout atheist', anything that challenges the myth of God is already on to a winner with me.

Subject matter aside, this is an inspired piece of writing. It's difficult to pick out any outstanding lines because they're ALL so good, but my favourite is probably:

Sister Rose, how does it feel
To be the wife, of a wooden man
Every day, you come to kneel
But the marriage, is just a sham

Well done Vintage, knocked it out of the park with this one.

[tomcrocus]

Hello vintage,
                    i've been a member of the forum for 4 months now and this
is the first time i've read anything that might be considered "a bit controversial",
depending on your beliefs,brave lyrics but great lyrics and that's from someone
who's a firm BELIEVER,the last verse is a knockout.What type of mood were you in when
you wrote this one,were you having a drink or two?,if you don't mind me asking,
                                                                                                              Tom.

[Vintage54]

         Thanks everybody, for the positive feedback. Tom, to answer your question, yes i was on the bottle. Strange how this came about. Lights low, cans on my ears, listening to a new songwriter that i'd just come across. One line jumped out at me, can't even say which, and the song came fast. The song i was listening to, had absolutely nothing to do with my own. That happens a lot with me, inspiration comes from who knows where. As i say, it came pretty fast. The sister Rose segment was weird. I imagined i was a wooden cross, looking down, and speaking to sister rose, an old caretaker. Not sure if it belonged at the time, seemed like something seperate. But as i said, things happened fast, so i decided to stick it in there, and hoped it would connect. Been wrestling with belief all my life. Right now, ninety nine percent atheist, one percent nagging doubt. That ninety nine could shrink though, especially on my dying bed.

                            Thanks again
                                     Vintage54

             And going back for a bottle of the same.

[Paulski]

Hey Vintage

Nice work again and the chorus is right on the money - "hey where were you"?
You could change it up a bit each time - so "Treblinka" for the first (that's a hard word to sing BTW) then maybe "the ships sailed out of Syria" (oops sorry that's my song). I'm sure you get my meaning.

Now, as a guy who usually writes to a hook, I was a bit disappointed to not find one here and that title, hmmm that's not going to get you radio play IMO - but maybe you don't care about that..

Either way it's a solid piece of writing - we all need a swig out of that bottle you're swaddling 
Paul