From the recording A Triumph, In Its Way
A bit heretical, blunt, and, I hope, just irreverent enough to be funny--with a rocking' groove--because that's one way to face up to one's mortality. Rage, rage against the dying of the light? For sure. And with a little laugh and a tap of the toe.
Matthias Doerksen-Goldwater: Backing Vocals
Mitch Goldwater: The Other Stuff
*"Hobo's Lullaby" by Goebel Reeves --used via License agreement with Fig D. Music Inc, Publisher
Mix Engineer: Will Russel at Electric Wilburland
Mastering: Dana Billings
Lyrics
Take Your Time
That which does, that which does not . . .
Takes its time.
That which does, That which does, that which does not.
That which does not kill me . . .
Takes it time, takes its time
That which does not kill me
Raises hope
Like an orphan child
Who cannot read or feed herself
Or rise from bed to dress,
but thinks she knows from one good meal
the way to conquer death.
That which does not kill me
That which does. That which does not.
That which does not kill me
Raises hope
Like a new messiah
Who rolled away the heavy stone
And strolled the garden path
Like a tourist on his first trip here
He knows will be his last,
Who walks the road
Emmaus bound
Then hops a boxcar outta town
Singing to the steel rail sound
“That which does, that which does, that which does not”
Let’s sing it with him now.
That which does not kill me,”
he sings,
“takes its time, takes its time.”
That which does not kill me
Takes its time.
Listen to the steel rails hummin’
That’s his hobo’s lullaby.