Post by Moira ap Eiluned on Mar 8, 2012 21:55:10 GMT -8
This is one of my favorite songs; it has such a Changeling feel to it, belief giving rise to magic, and time washing it away...
Lyrics:
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god.
She was once only salt stains and rust,
But faith can work wonders and now that’s her job
Ever patient, she does what she must.
Daily they bring her their candles and prayers –
The skeptic, the hopeful, the proud, with
Strong faith or weak faith or no faith at all
And she does what she can for the crowd,
And she gives them what comfort’s allowed:
Underpass Mary knows time’s against her
When the rain chooses to wash her away
She’ll just dissolve like a marshmallow icon;
Salt stains and rust inspire no-one to pray.
No candles for Mary today.
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god.
She was once simply rust stains and salt.
They saw the shape of her, gave her a name
And she quickened with each gift they brought;
Wishes and candles and whispers and tears
She can’t help them all, but she’ll try
And seasonal weather brings seasonal fears -
When hurricane season comes by
Her faithful keep watch on the sky:
Underpass Mary shoulders her godhood.
Deity costs her all she can pay;
When the rain chooses to reclaim her altar
Salt stains and rust will be washed clean away –
Underpass Mary knows time’s against her
When the rain chooses to wash her away
She’ll just dissolve like a marshmallow icon;
Salt stains and rust inspire no-one to pray.
No candles for Mary today.
No candles for Underpass Mary, today.
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god…
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god…
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god…
(Words and music by and © Talis Kimberley, 2008)
Lyrics:
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god.
She was once only salt stains and rust,
But faith can work wonders and now that’s her job
Ever patient, she does what she must.
Daily they bring her their candles and prayers –
The skeptic, the hopeful, the proud, with
Strong faith or weak faith or no faith at all
And she does what she can for the crowd,
And she gives them what comfort’s allowed:
Underpass Mary knows time’s against her
When the rain chooses to wash her away
She’ll just dissolve like a marshmallow icon;
Salt stains and rust inspire no-one to pray.
No candles for Mary today.
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god.
She was once simply rust stains and salt.
They saw the shape of her, gave her a name
And she quickened with each gift they brought;
Wishes and candles and whispers and tears
She can’t help them all, but she’ll try
And seasonal weather brings seasonal fears -
When hurricane season comes by
Her faithful keep watch on the sky:
Underpass Mary shoulders her godhood.
Deity costs her all she can pay;
When the rain chooses to reclaim her altar
Salt stains and rust will be washed clean away –
Underpass Mary knows time’s against her
When the rain chooses to wash her away
She’ll just dissolve like a marshmallow icon;
Salt stains and rust inspire no-one to pray.
No candles for Mary today.
No candles for Underpass Mary, today.
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god…
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god…
Underpass Mary’s not long been a god…
(Words and music by and © Talis Kimberley, 2008)