Music

Ben Harper, Jack Johnson

The concert was absolutely amazing. At the end of Jack Johnson’s set I was left with the most contented feeling. His voice is true to the sound on the record… A rare and extraordinary feat for live music. Ben Harper was also so very cool. A legend in the breed.

Best of all were the people I shared the experience with. “I’ll always steal my kisses from you.”

Two songs that were especially touching:

Blessed To Be A Witness

Corcovado parted the sky
And through the darkness
On us he shined
Crucified in stone
Still his blood is my own
Glory behold all my eyes have seen
Have seen

I am blessed
I am blessed to be a witness

Some have flown away
And can’t be with us here today
Like the hills of my home
Some have crumbled and now are gone
Gather around for today won’t come again
Won’t come again

I am blessed
I am blessed to be a witness

So much sorrow and pain
Still I will not live in vain
Like good questions never asked
Is wisdom wasted on the past
Only by the grace of God go I

I am blessed to be a witness

Roses from My Friends
I could have treated you better
But you couldn’t have treated me worse
But he who laughs last
is he who cries first

Sometimes I feel I know strangers
better than I know my friends
Why must a beginning
be the means to an end?

The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends

When the last word has been spoken
and we’ve beared witness to the final setting sun
All that shall remain is a token
of what we’ve said and done

When all we’ve had has been forsaken
And distant church bells no longer ring
That’s the sound of a heart taken
and the story of tears from a king

The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends

This may be the last time I see you
Forgive me for holding you close
This may be the last time I see you
So of this moment I will make the most

This may be the last time I see you
But if you keep me in your heart
together we shall be eternal
If you believe
we shall never part

The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends

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