Musical Music V

Musical Music is back! It's been a while.

A couple of days ago I found some old CDs in a box in the basement, including a few gems from college. I pulled out Toad the Wet Sprocket's Coil, and I can't stop listening to it-- specifically, to this song.

I'm pretty sure that the members of TTWS are Buddhist, which is a road I once made a vague attempt to travel, but Jesus is all over this song. In fact, he's over there, right now, listening with a can of PBR and dancing the chicken.

Beyond checking any sort of theological box, it's just exactly the right song for me right now, when I'm on exactly the right road (though with an blurry final destination) and things are opening up, and scary, and exhilarating. This is a time requiring a lot of petition and a lot of trust and a very hefty helping of a refiner's fire and a fuller's soap, which is from Malachi but is also yet another gem from this article.

But here-- give it a listen, won't you? It's a lyrical wonder, and if nothing else, it'll take you straight back to 1997.



Take your cautionary tales
take your incremental gain
and all the sycophantic games
and throw 'em all away

Burn your TV in your yard
and gather 'round it with your friends
and warm your hands upon the fire
and start again

Take the story you've been sold
the lies that justify the pain
the guilt the weighs upon your soul
and throw 'em all away

Tear up the calendar you bought
and throw the pieces to the sky
confetti falling down like rain
like a parade to usher in your life
take the dreams that should've died
the ones that kept you lying awake
when you should've been all right
and throw 'em all away

With the time I waste on the life I never had
I could've turned myself into a better man

There ain't nothing you can buy
there is nothing you can save
to fill the hole inside your heart
so throw it all away
won't fill the hole inside your heart

Help me to empty out this house
The wool I've gathered all these days
and thought I couldn't do without
and throw it all away