Bartholomew
For anyone who cares what I listen to when I fly fish- below are the lyrics to “Bartholomew” by The Silent Comedy.
“Oh my God
Please help me, knee deep in the river tryin’ to get clean
He says wash your hands, get out the stains
But you best believe, boy, there’s hell to pay
Yeah you best believe, boy, there’s hell to pay, sayin’
Come on
Oh my God
Please help me, waist deep in the river, can you hear my plea?
He says, son, you come like a beggar in the streets
You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth
You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth, sayin’
I rambled with the worst of them
Fell in love with a harlequin
Saw the darkest hearts of men
And I saw myself starin’ back again
And I saw myself starin’ back again
Oh my god
Please help me, neck deep in the river screamin’ for relief
He says, it’s mine to give, but it’s yours to choose
You’re gonna sink or swim, you’re gonna learn the truth
No matter what you do you’re gonna learn the truth sayin’
Ate the bread that once was stone
Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone
Bowed down to get the kings overthrown
And I’m all alone and the fire grows
And I’m all alone and the fire grows
La la la la la la la la la la la
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Sing sweet charity (La la la la la la la la la la la)
Take what’s left of me (La la la la la la la la la la la)
A new beginning or is this the end? (La la la la la la la la la la la)
Sing sweet Seraphim (La la la la la la la la la la la)
Take me back again (La la la la la la la la la la la)
or watch me make the messes of men (La la la la la la la la la la la)”
Blogging today brought to you at 10,000 feet AGL (above ground level).
See you on the high ground,
AirborneAngler
Home Waters
Home waters says or implies a lot. When I interpret the term it says to me- this is where I grew up, this is where I was born. However looking deeper into the meaning I ask, so what? What does that mean?
It means to me more than a physical association between your house and and the closest river, creek, or stream. Home waters are where we learn part of our life lessons- part of where we learn who we are. It’s an emotional connection too. It’s where we get the phrase home is where the heart is and why people say the water is in their blood.
I’m lucky enough to call the Texas Hill Country rivers my home waters. They are not the closest body of water to me and where I live. But it’s a special place that has my heart where solitude and reflection combine to sanctuary. A hidden place where I can speak to God as he intended.
Plus, the fishing is great.
See you on the high ground,
AirborneAngler
Today’s topic of Home Waters is prompted by the Everyday in May challenge. For more info click here. For all AirborneAngler Everyday in May posts click here.
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