Tuesday, December 22, 2009

my favorite memory from my freshman year roommate:

The Christmas Song by Dave Matthews: blaring out of my speakers as my car winds through Southeast Indiana and Southwest Ohio. *sigh*

She was his girl; he was her boyfriend
She be his wife; take him as her husband
A surprise on the way, any day, any day
One healthy little giggling, dribbling baby boy
The wise men came three made their way
To shower him with love, while he lay in the hay
Shower him with love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around

Not very much of his childhood was known
Kept his mother Mary worried Always out on his own
He met another Mary, who for a reasonable fee,
Less than Reputable as known to be
His heart was full of love love love
Love love love
Love, love is all around

When Jesus Christ was nailed to the his tree,
Said "oh, Daddy-o I can see how it all soon will be.
I came to she'd a little light on this darkening scene,
Instead I fear I spill the blood of my children all around"
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around

So I'm told, so the story goes,
The people he knew were less than golden hearted:
Gamblers and robbers,
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
Like you and me, like you and me.

Rumors insisited he soon would be
For his deviations, taken into custody
by the authorities less informed than he.
Drinkers and jokers, All soul searchers
Searching for love love love
Love love love
Love, love is all around

Preparations were made for a celebration day.
He said, "Eat this bread and think of it as me.
Drink this wine and dream it will be
The blood of our children all around."
The blood of our children's all around,
The blood of our children all around.

Father up above, why with all this hatred do you fill Me up with love?
Fill me love love love
Love love love
Love, love
And the blood of our children all around.

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