This piece, Aladdin's Lamp, by the great Al Jarreau went deep the first time I heard it many moons ago. It brought to the surface the existential angst I felt at the time and somehow by the end of the song, I felt liberated. Great music is indeed a healing force...
(To hear the recorded version (w/ background chorus), check here)
Just beside the door
The bold and certain hand
That turned the dragons trembled
He touched the Holy Lamp
and faintly saw his feet
And just beside the door,
His pure uncertain tears
The burden fell so tender
And in the darkest night a
Rose grew by his feet
Stand beside me now,
I've been in your place
And you've been in mine
And the only difference
is our space and time
And the only light is
somehow in the lamp
That's at your feet
Why can't you see?
But ain't it high,
ain't it holy...when you see?
And it's just times when
I'm weary worries me
Don't you know how Aladdin's
Lamp guards the night
Ten thousand candles beam
The silver stream you're searching for
Oh, friend, the words are true
I want to offer them to you.....
OneLove
:::MME:::
