Ebb from Gethsemani (Unabridged) by Joel David Weir
Tracklist
| 1. | Ebb | 2:52 |
Lyrics
May was shattered. When I opened my eyes I was upside down in a ditch outside of Gethsemani Kentucky. Josh Ritter was still playing through the speaker - “I became a thin blue flame Polished on a mountain range And over hills and fields I flew. Wrapped up in a royal blue” that’s what Josh sang - helluva song - kinda spooky though - i coulda slid down that kentucky hill- after an overcorection on a hairpin turn - gravel, gravel, grind grind, impact -
St. Columba, the patron saint of floods, bookbinders, poets among other things - got in some trouble once and decided to self-exile - he set sail from his home in Ireland until he couldn’t see it anymore - walked up on a hill - you can still visit that hill today - its on the Island of Iona in the outer Hebrides in Scotland - and said I can no longer see Ireland - I’ll stop here - actually this is what he said - Delightful to me to be on an island hill, on the crest of a rock, that I might often watch the quiet sea; That I might watch the heavy waves above the bright water, as they chant music to their Father everlastingly. That I might watch it's smooth, bright-bordered shore, no gloomy pastime, that I might hear the cry of the strange birds, a pleasing sound;
That I might hear the murmur of the long waves against the rocks, that I might hear the sound of the sea, like mourning beside a grave; That I might watch the splendid flocks of birds over the well-watered sea, that I might see its mighty whales, the greatest wonder.
That I might watch its ebb and flood in their course, that my name should be--it is a secret that I tell--"he who turned his back upon Ireland;" That I might have a contrite heart as I watch, that I might repent my many sins, hard to tell;
That I might bless the Lord who rules all things, heaven with its splendid host, earth, ebb, and flood…
Credits
Words and Narration by Joel David Weir
Recorded at St. Squirrel Studios
