This, the title track and first song of the album, certainly introduces and perhaps even fully articulates the theme that runs throughout—longing for the rediscovery and emergence of the soul-child within. For me, that process has required a lot of letting go of things I thought were “gospel,” things I thought were true about my-self but were really just pieces of my protective armor, all designed to keep me from feel-ing. However, guided by my dreams and the inner work I've done with them by way of Archetypal Dreamwork, many of those lies and the pride that bolstered them have fallen by the wayside, and more and more of late I get to hear the voice of my child inside--speaking, singing, sometimes even kicking up my heels and rejoicing!
Bob, 2014
lyrics
Child Inside Be Heard
What if everything I thought was gospel
Proved a mere concoction of absurd
Would I kick my heels up, would I drink from His cup
Would I let my child inside be heard
As a kid, an elementary singer
Used to mount the stage and let it rip
Holy Oklahoma, I was right there in the moment
Six-gun cowboy shooting from the hip
Seems though I was long-gone by eleven
Made a pact and stuck to it, by gar
Never more to sing on stage, so much for the playbill page
Rather sit in judgment from afar
What if everything I thought was gospel
Proved a mere concoction of absurd
Would I kick my heels up, would I drink from His cup
Would I let my child inside be heard
In a dream, the master at my shoulder
Walks me round the campus with a smile
Tells me I’m a leader, that I was always meant to be there
Says that he’s been waiting for awhile
In my head the voices spurn his welcome
Leader, schmeader, this must be a ruse
All you do is follow, and it’s a bitter pill to swallow
But that’s the way it is for timid fools
What if everything I thought was gospel
Proved a mere concoction of absurd
Would I kick my heels up, would I drink from His cup
Would I let my child inside be heard
I’ve been called a drifter and a loner
Kept my distance, let nobody in
Way back I was jilted, my passion flower wilted
And never would it ere bloom again
So fear, it seems, is what I was afraid of
Fear of being open and alive
Fear of feeling pain and hurt, a heart beneath this flannel shirt
So much for my pride
What if everything I thought was gospel
Proved a mere concoction of absurd
Would I kick my heels up, would I drink from His cup
Would I let my child inside be heard
Lead vocals: Bob Murray
Harmony vocals: Jeremiah McLane, Jim Goss, Getty Payson
Acoustic guitar: Bob Murray
Keyboard: Jim Goss
Accordion: Jeremiah McLane
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