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Rush on Wednesday

One of my favorite blogs in authored by Mark Love. Each Sunday, Mark writes “Dylan on Sunday” a reflection on the music of Bob Dylan. I kinda think that’s a fun idea. One problem: I don’t like Bob Dylan. I’m okay with you liking him, his just a little nasal for me (begin throwing stones now!). Anyway, to mimic Mark (Mark, I was trying to figure out how to use the term “mimetic impress” here, but couldn’t), I thought I’d occasional share reflections on some of my favorite bands, singers, musicians, etc…

One of the bands that genuinely shaped my thinking as an adolescent was Rush (OK, I take back what I said about nasal singers). As I grow older, I’m shocked at how Rush lyrics actually shaped how I see the world. I was  HUGE Rush fan in high school and college, regardless of their agnostic worldview. I always found them thoughtful, deliberate, forward-looking and peace-embracing. One of there more thoughtful recent songs is “Workin’ Them Angels” from the Slings and Arrows CD.  I think all of us would agree that our actions, over time, have caused our angels to clock in a few more hours in order to watch over us.

Workin’ Them Angels

Driving away to the east, and into the past
History receeds in my rear-view mirror
Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road
Memory humming at the heart of a factory town

All my life
I’ve been workin’ them angels overtime
Riding and driving and living
So close to the edge
Workin’ them angels – Overtime

Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city
Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly
Taking the high road to the wounded city
Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture

All this time
I’ve been workin’ them angels overtime
Riding and diving and flying
Just over the edge
Workin’ them angels – Overtime

Driving down the razor’s edge ‘tween the past and the future
Turn up the music and smile
Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times
Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter
Memories beating at the heart of an African village

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