Parent's Pews

Although I was never the most supplicant Pastor's Kid, I'm still having some itinerant PK feels after missing my parents last service before retiring because I'm currently living in the Holy Land.

Here it can be so tempting
to ascribe meaning
to everything.

A bird flying over the wall,
A dead dog
in the olive grove.

He turned water into wine,
But He could never
be mine.

I can see all the sights,
Hear the pilgrims
cry like babes.

I can stand where He stood,
Look out on the
same views.

I can drink from His well,
I can sit in my
parent's pews.

But I can't turn water into wine,
can I still be someone's mine?

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posted by Corduroy (6 comments total)

This is really lovely, the descending (double?) bass line gives me chills. It's easy to conflate sounding simple with being direct and apparently effortless. Well done.
posted by multivalent at 4:51 PM on February 10, 2017

On a second listen, no bass - just you? Even better!
posted by multivalent at 4:54 PM on February 10, 2017

There's something so longing about a 9th chord, never mind when those two in particular are played in succession. Dunno why that made my knees buckle. I've liked other songs of yours generally more – but that G9 > A9 > D line, with the rhythm and along with the aforementioned bass line introducing it, that's a really transcendent sound.
posted by not_on_display at 10:11 PM on February 10, 2017

Lovely.
posted by chococat at 10:27 PM on February 10, 2017

Thanks for the nice comments, everyone! It means a lot to me. Yes, it's just one guitar and voice track recorded in the kitchen.
posted by Corduroy at 11:32 PM on February 10, 2017

Honestly, this tune has startling emotional depth, especially when you know the backstory to it.
posted by umbú at 6:56 PM on February 12, 2017