15/12/2025
Picture Credit: Solsbury Hill trig. Looking down over Bath, by Iain Macaulay, CC BY-SA 2.0 (Wikipedia) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OO2PuGz-H8&list=RD_OO2PuGz-H8&start_radio=1
Just working on numerous things today and listening to spotify, Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill made its way to my ears. Always makes me stop and catch my breath due to the Shamanic nature of the song - enjoy
[Verse 1]
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light,
Wind was blowing, time stood still, Eagle flew out of the night,
He was something to observe came in close, I heard a voice,
Standing stretching every nerve, I had to listen, had no choice.
I did not believe the information just had to trust imagination.
My heart going boom, boom, boom.
"Son," he said, "Grab your things, I've come to take you home" - Hey, back home
To keep in silence I resigned my friends would think I was a nut,
Turning water into wine, open doors would soon be shut,
So I went from day to day though my life was in a rut,
'Til I thought of what I'd say, which connection I should cut.
When illusion spin her net I'm never where I want to be,
And liberty she pirouette when I think that I am free,
Watched by empty silhouettes who close their eyes but still can see,
No one taught them etiquette - I will show another me.
Today I don't need a replacement,
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant,
My heart going boom, boom, boom,
"Hey," I said, "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home"
