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the clock radio played Hallelujah (song by Leonard Cohen)
while the dawn birds sang
all their songs at once…
before you realize where you are,
uncertain of your name or age,
between the urge to laugh or pray,
resurrection day,
resurrection day,
a child cartwheels on the sidewalk,
as if to say “right-side-up’s one choice!”
as the dream begins to fade,
half-asleep, half-awake,
the moment when you know you’re safe,
resurrection day,
thought all was lost, but it turned out alright,
dying to live or you’re living to die,
runs in a circle, feels like a climb,
some kind of carnival ride..
resurrection day,
the clock radio played Mr. Blue Sky (song by ELO)
all the stoplight horns
proclaim: “the light has changed”
waiting for a bus to come,
taking in the traffic’s hum,
off to work or school or play,
all that was lost has now been revived,
trying to live or you’re living to try,
orbits are birthdays, birthdays are lives
on to the end of the line..
resurrection day,
the clock radio played Chelsea Morning, (song by Joni Mitchell)
yellow curtains clapped to greet the sun’s parade,
plain for every eye to see, here in anno domini
between the urge to leave or stay, resurrection day
somewhere in the afterglow: jubilate domino
between the urge to laugh or pray, resurrection day…
all their songs at once…
before you realize where you are,
uncertain of your name or age,
between the urge to laugh or pray,
resurrection day,
resurrection day,
a child cartwheels on the sidewalk,
as if to say “right-side-up’s one choice!”
as the dream begins to fade,
half-asleep, half-awake,
the moment when you know you’re safe,
resurrection day,
thought all was lost, but it turned out alright,
dying to live or you’re living to die,
runs in a circle, feels like a climb,
some kind of carnival ride..
resurrection day,
the clock radio played Mr. Blue Sky (song by ELO)
all the stoplight horns
proclaim: “the light has changed”
waiting for a bus to come,
taking in the traffic’s hum,
off to work or school or play,
all that was lost has now been revived,
trying to live or you’re living to try,
orbits are birthdays, birthdays are lives
on to the end of the line..
resurrection day,
the clock radio played Chelsea Morning, (song by Joni Mitchell)
yellow curtains clapped to greet the sun’s parade,
plain for every eye to see, here in anno domini
between the urge to leave or stay, resurrection day
somewhere in the afterglow: jubilate domino
between the urge to laugh or pray, resurrection day…
Here's a link to a recording of an early draft of the song (Click ¨Unreorrded #71) https://bradyoder.com/ songs/resurrection-day/

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