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You gathered yourself
You lived through hell, and then
You counted yourself among the blessed
Who made it out alive again
You don't know, you don't know just what it meant
You don't care, you don't care just how they felt
They don't know, no they don't know what it's about
But you, you, you, you, you...made it out
So don't cry anymore
No don't you cry
So gather yourself
You'll go through hell again
And maybe someday you'll count yourself among the blessed
Who made it out alive again
You don't know, you don't
know just what it's for
But oh God, you've been through this before
And when all you have is doubt
I said you, you, you, you, you... will make it out |
Blessed
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There's a long, long road
But it leads me to your door
There's a wide and raging sea
But it leads me back to your shore
"This song clicked for me many years ago while sitting on my back
porch, heat and humidity smothering me, mosquitoes dining on my
flesh, cicadas competing with me in the volume of our respective
songs. I had something I needed to get off my chest in the worst
way, and at that moment, I remember feeling as though I wasn't
confident I could do it. I wouldn't necessarily call it the dreaded
writer's block, as I don't believe in that (at least not for myself)
but I definitely had some trepidation approaching this piece, not
sure I could say what I needed to say in the manner it needed to be
said. My biggest goal in writing this piece was to take it beyond
myself, provide comfort for others who might hear the song. I had no
idea it would be somewhat prophetic....Years after the piece was
finished, I finally bought it to my band and said, "here's a 'new'
one." They wondered why I had waited to long to bring it to them. I
am not sure why. But one of our debut performances of this piece was
at a Hurricane Katrina Relief benefit concert in Columbia, MO.
Several people approached me about 'Blessed' and said it sounded as
though I had written it specifically about the tragedy of the
hurricanes, and written it as a message to the survivors. I hadn't,
but looking back over the lyrics, it did eerily enough seem to speak
to the situation. Since then, I've had the opportunity to utilize it
in a more concrete manner to help survivors of the hurricanes in
Mississippi and Louisiana, by working with the Total Experience
Gospel choir out of Seattle, WA. They added some amazing gospel
vocals to the original track and we sold the sing to help raise
money for the devastated areas, and ALL the proceeds went directly
to survivors for tangible materials and supplies. Pastor Patrinell
Wright (the amazing female vocalist you hear at the end of the track
- if you have a copy of the hurricane relief edition of the song,
that is) said, when she heard the song for the first time while we
were discussing the possibility of collaborating: "how did Hilary
know?" I didn't.....but perhaps that is the beauty of it all.
The end of the piece is frequently commented upon, and I am often
asked about it. The long violin solo and militaristic drum
accompaniment was my concept/version of "dirge" (or funeral
procession, a song for the dead). I wanted it to be beautiful, but
also haunting. A mixture of the idea of trial and triumph, tragedy
and hope, and death and rebirth."
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