LyricsWhat can you give me to save my life? I'm sick of living under the knife. My tongue is swollen with desert thirst. I've started thinking, I'm forever cursed. I need the fruit of the vine, crushed down and poured. I need the broken bread, the body of my Lord. I need the water of life so please dunk me down. I need to know for sure that I am glory-bound. Where can you take me to eat my fill; An open table where love is real? Along the journey, I've seen the signs. Graceland is waiting on down the line. I need the fruit of the vine, crushed down and poured. I need the broken bread, the body of my Lord. I need the water of life so please dunk me down. I need to know for sure that I am glory-bound. I need the holy manna fallen from above. I need to be force fed I need a tougher love. Lead me beside still waters, take me to that shore. Take me to greener pastures to live evermore. |
InspirationThis song is primarily inspired by the Psalms, where images of an individual thirsting and hungering in the desert abound. It's also a prophetic statement for an open table where all can be fed in all senses: spiritual, sacramental, and material. Everyone needs the fruit of the vine. Regarding style, since I grew up in California I was exposed at an early age to the music of my Latino friends who I knew at school. Also, my brother was a big fan of Santana. I've grown to love this style of music, and hope to write more in the future.
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Last Updated: Friday March 20, 2009
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