magic and loss

When you pass through the fire

you pass through humble

You pass through a maze of self doubt

When you pass through humble

the lights can blind you

Some people never figure that out.

You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt

You pass through the ever present past

and its best not to wait for the luck to save you

Pass through the fire to the light.

As you pass through the fire

your right hand waving

there are things you have to throw out

That caustic dread in your head

will never help you out.

You have to be very strong

'cause you start from zero

over and over again

As the smoke clears

there's an all consuming fire

lying straight ahead.

They say no one person can do it all

but you want to in your head

But you can't be Joyce

So what is left instead

You're stuck with yourself

and a rage that can hurt you

You have to start at the beginning again.

And just this moment

This wonderful fire starts up again.

When you pass through humble

when you pass through sickly

when you pass through

I'm better than you all

When you pass through anger and self deprecation

and have the strength to acknowledge it all

When the past makes you laugh

and you can savour the magic

that let you survive your own war

You find the fire is passion

and there's a door up ahead, not a wall.

As you pass through the fire

as you pass through the fire

trying to remember its name

when you pass through the fire licking at your lips

you cannot remain the same

And if the building's burning move towards that door

but don't put the flames out

There's a bit of magic in everything

and some loss to even things out

.......some loss to even things out

Lou Reed

I think Lou Reed was painted with the lyrical poetic brush similar to the one God used on Leonard Cohen. I think God left behind the paint brushes for them to be used as the implements for capturing their creative song spirits so visually and viscerally. While I'm thinking about this....another songwriting alleyway observer fits in with these two....gravel voice and all. Mr. Waits.

Now thats a trinity!