I have always enjoyed spending time with friends analyzing the meaning(s) within the beautiful poetry of your lyrics. It's fun to learn and share the varied and unsuspected ways that friends will interpret precisely the same words!

A special fondness for this lyric:

Five intelligent minds huddled in a fancy restaurant
All that brain power bent on...
"What shall I?"

I don't know why, but I immediately thought the five mindful poeple were wondering "what shall I do with my life?" / "what shall I do for a unified worldview?" / "what shall I do to protect from the impending storm?" "what shall I do spread the warning?" Basically, "what shall I" do that will have impact? that will be of import?

I was so amused when a friend explained their vastly different interpretation: the mindpower, known to be in a restaurant, was bent on the question "what shall I order?"

Such a clear meaning and I had never seen it! (I still believe that this lyric was crafted intentionally to allow such a delightful ambiguity. I may be wrong, but only you could tell me that.)

Ever since, I have always asked my friends for their interpretation. Surprisingly, it divides almost evenly: about half leap to the 'big question' and about half see clearly a table preparing to order.

A moving song in so many respects, unsettling and reassuring, though: I thank you for it.

As someone I know said about this post: 'Very deep and moving. It really confirms again how we're all connected - how our energies and choices can be so far reaching!'

someone put down in a London subway,
a newspaper picked up in.......................................... Biloxi

i hope this works.

x

One of my favorite songs. It keeps meaning something different.

i've loved this song for many years... beautiful how these observations are woven together. I feel as if I've been invited inside your journal pages; always enjoying the view.

When so-called "traditional people" employ a shaman, what's at stake is the social integrity of the band, not just the health of an individual in it. Sympathetic shaking, dancing, moaning, crying, sweating, etc. might be called into play. Visionary states of ecstasy and nightmarish hallucination, what is referred to as astral travel, shape-shifting into animals, or other alternative states and therapies can actually break a fever when "the only way out" is "through" and so I say thank the gods for one Jane Siberry and her half-eagle self. Lord knows our world of non-traditionals needs this!

I love you, Jane Siberry. Truly. Madly. Deeply. You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. You are a genius and have been blessed with enormous talent and possibly the most beautiful voice in the world. God bless you a thousand times. Marry me.

ps 'm not a psycho. i know you probably wont marry me, but i figured it couldn't hurt to ask.

Thanks, Jane, for the swirl in my morning coffee. So much to think alongside my walk to work.

As they say in my profession: that'll preach...