David Heavenor: Music
THE BREAKTHROUGH
(David Heavenor)
(Heavenor PRS/MCPS)
Album: Winter's Children
Written after visiting Assisi in Italy on a holiday to Spello with friends. We visited a church where they had set up an electric candelabra with a cable leading back to a coin box and timer mounted on a pedestal where you could slot your lire in. More money = more light shining up to God. Outside in the square the streets were full of religious kitsch. I’ve always wondered why so called ‘spiritual’ organisations seemed so addicted to mammon and mortal remains.
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THE BREAKTHROUGH
That same pale gloom, that same cold hour
The same reliance on earthly powers
So don't attempt
No don't attempt
To make a breakthrough
Don't attempt to reach for the rarest things
This world can show to you
No holy child with arms outstretched to bless
No sweet release having all your faults confessed
So don't attempt
No don't attempt
To make a breakthrough
No don't attempt to reach for the rarest things
This world can show to you.
Stretching out the cerecloth
To etch my dreams in calico
Setting out the candles
Each time they’ve failed I know
No nightingale with hovering wings
No artist's touch to speak of hidden things
So don't attempt
No don't attempt
To make a breakthrough
Don't attempt to reach for the rarest things
This world can show to you.
No beckoning shape across the fields of flame
No still small voice calling out your name
So don't attempt
No don't attempt
To make a breakthrough
Don't attempt to reach for the rarest things
This world can show to you.