Wake for young souls lyrics5/28/2023 ![]() ![]() However, I think many Christians suffer from a different (but similar) problem in our culture: a lack of a coherent order. Now, most Christians would not confess to living in a state of meaninglessness. The song made me think of something I recently read in Rod Dreher’s new book The Benedict Option, which focuses on Christian living in a post-Christian nation. This is especially true, I think, if people lack clear purpose and meaning in their lives. The point of the song gets at what I believe is an important truth: our lives often turn into sad patterns that are difficult to escape. (And, of course, there are additional ways to cope or distract ourselves that are more common to modern man: texting, workaholism, Twitter, internet porn, day-trading, etc.) Health professionals say it’s quite common to cope with feelings of meaningless like the people in Rafferty’s song-late nights, booze, one-night stands. is the ‘crisis of meaning.’” Some mental health professionals have linked this crisis to the surge of mental illness in our society. It has been more than a decade since Pope John Paul II observed that “ne of the most significant aspects of our current situation. And though the song is 40 years old now, I have a hunch it resonates even more now than it did then. I think part of the reason the song was such a success is because the lyrics touched on something a little deeper than most rock tunes, something that resonated with audiences. “Baker Street” peaked at #3 in the UK and held the #2 spot in the U.S. The relationship is probably dysfunctional, but they are struggling to change. They find comfort in booze, chemicals, and (occasionally) each other. I’ve never heard “Baker Street” explained, but my take on the song is this: It’s about two lonely people in a city. It’s not your typical rock/pop song about finding or losing love. The lyrics-in contrast to the seductive sax and upbeat strings and keyboard-are rather dark. ‘Cause he’s rolling, he’s the rolling stone He’s gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands He’s got this dream about buying some land ![]() He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face Way down the street there’s a light in his place Just one more year and then you’d be happy It’s got so many people, but it’s got no soul But at some point-I don’t know when-I began to pay attention to the song’s lyrics. ![]() Most people, of course, remember “Baker Street” for its wailing saxophone, and my friend was no different. “I never paid much attention to the lyrics.” When my friend mentioned that he loved the song, I agreed and noted the song’s powerful lyrics. Lord until the sun goes down, 'till it goes down.I was recently in a bar having dinner with a friend when Gerry Rafferty’s hit 1978 song “Baker Street” came on. It's all night pourin', pourin', pourin', Ran into a rainstorm, I ducked back into Novato. That's why if you please, I am on my bendin knees, Heard a voice al callin', Lord you was commin' after me. I had a feelin' I was fallin', fallin', fallin', Try to see what's goin' down, try to read between the lines That's why if you please, I am on my bendin' knees,īertha don't you come around here anymore.ĭressed myself in green, I went down unto the sea. Run around the corner, corner, Lord run smack in to a tree. I had a run in, run around, and run down. I was all night running, running, Lord I wonder if you care, I had a hard run, runnin' from your window. I told Althea I'm a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor.Īlthea told me, okay, that's fine, so now I'm trying to catch her.Ĭan't talk to you without talking to me, we're guilty of the same old thing.īeen talking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring. This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot. There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy. When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me. Loose with the truth, baby, it's your fire, but baby don't get burned. Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme.Īin't nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned. You may meet the fate on Ophelia, sleeping and penchence to dream. You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face. You may be Saturday's child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace. I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.Īlthea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim. I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.Īlthea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection. ![]()
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