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ACT 3
LET GO!
SHADRACH, MESHACH, ABEDNEGO
HANANIAH, MISHAEL, AZARIAH
Come on, Magic. Letâs go to the train station.
Itâs our turn to greet people. Others have gone
to schoolyards, to office parties, any and all
ports of call where someone might be found
standing alone against a wall.
You know, when the great train of freedom comes,
they say no one will be left behind. No one.
Not the least of sparrows. Donât give up, get ready.
Prepare ourselves, get ready. Here we go, get ready.
Maybe it was to learn how to love
Maybe it was to learn how to leave
Maybe it was for the games we played
Maybe it was to learn how to choose
Maybe it was to learn how to lose
Maybe it was for the love we made
Love is everything they said it would be
Love made sweet and sad the same
But love forgot to make me too blind to see
Youâre chickening out, arenât you?
Youâre chickening out or ... is it me?
And as I came around the corner of the building, I saw
embedded in the wall, I saw a shell and I saw a pearl
and I saw a superheroâs cape and I saw a sword and
I saw the mighty word M - A - G - I - C. Which of course
spells âYES!â YES? I didnât mean to say YES! The
universe did a martial arts move on me and tripped
me up on my own energy.
But since Iâd said yes,
I found myself being led blindfolded through a
backyard in Oakland, California towards a chicken hut
and I braced for the fatal squawk.
And inside that chicken hut, that dark tent, they cut
the clothes from my body: my expensive black leather
jacket from New York; my expensive black jeans
from Paris, 10
lycra, perfect fit, long sought after;
and finally gone was my expensive thong. But I was
so desperate to lose the heaviness that had dogged
my trail since I had been a young girl that it finally
outweighed the âothernessâ. And they sprinkled me
with some kind of magic water and incanted words in
a language Iâd never heard before. And I donât know if
the water or the words worked. I just know that I will
never, ever forget their kindness.
Let Go! Let Go!
Oh Mama, with what shall I keep warm?!
LET GO OF KEEPING WARM
TO WHICH MESHACH DREAMS BACK
CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD.
AND SHE CAME AROUND THE CORNER OF THE
BUILDING AND SHE SAW A BENCH. AND SHE LOOKED
UP AT THE SUN AND IT WAS HOT. AND SHE FELT THE
WIND AND IT WAS STRONG. AND SHE TOOK OFF HER
CLOAK AND LAID IT ON THE BENCH.
- Album:
- Ulysses’ Purse
- Meshach Dreams Back
- With What Shall I Keep Warm?
- Shushan the Palace (Hymns of Earth) Christmas
- Hush
- Teenager
- When I Was a Boy
- Bound By the Beauty
- The Walking
- The Speckless Sky
- No Borders Here
- Jane Siberry
- Miscellaneous
- Maria
- Concert for St. Stephens
- Love Is Everything: The Jane Siberry Anthology
- Summer in the Yukon
- A Collection 1984-1989
- Lips: Music for Saying It
- Jane 101