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Lyric Analysis

You Found Me

I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where've you been?" He said, "Ask anything."

Where were you, when everything was falling apart.
All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang
And all I needed was a call that never came
To the corner of 1st and Amistad

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

But in the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who's ever known
Who I am, who I'm not and who I wanna to be
No way to know how long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

The early morning, the city breaks
And I've been calling for years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve taking all I want

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor,
Where were you? Where were you?
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

Why'd you have to wait, to find me, to find me?

- The Fray

When I first heard this song, the first few verses stung my ears and I thought to myself, "Well isn't that a pretty picture?" I can't imagine God standing on a dirty street corner lighting one up. Just merely the idea, in and of itself, seemed sacrilegious.

Not long after I'd convinced myself that I didn't really care too much for the song, I learned the story behind the lyrics. Apparently the song is based on some recent tragedies that had befallen the band's lead singer. As we often do, he questioned God, which triggered a dream about a confrontation between himself and God. In this case, God appeared to him as just some Joe bag o' donuts standing on a street corner, smoking a cigarette, and thus we have a # 1 hit.

I had heard on the radio that some people had their panties in a wad because they too, as I once had, believed that the song was sacrilgious, and then it dawned on me that the situation doesn't really seem out of character for God at all. He seems like the type of person who would just be standing on a street corner - some bum. And that's not taking away from His glory at all. It's our test.

Would we be able to recognize Him if He appeared to us in such ordinary circumstances. I suppose to some people it would seem extremely out of the ordinary because we always picture God shrouded in glory and loveliness. Yet we forget that He came to this world and took on human flesh, and He is not foreign to such things as filth.

The other thing that really stood out to me about this song is how this person goes about questioning God. You've heard it said, "Who are we to question God?" but don't we do it? Yes we really have no right to question the Ruler of the Universe, the Alpha and the Omega, but we do it anyway. It's our human nature.

Yet this person is not questioning God in a quiet and feeble manner. He's coming to God and saying, "How dare you!" Of course this too makes people uneasy, but you are either a liar or have the faith of gibraltar if you can say that have never stepped up to God in anger. And I think that is what I like about this song so much. It is so real! I have been mad at God before, I have blamed Him for the mishaps in my life, and I have certainly felt abandoned by Him. There have been countless times where I wondered if God even existed because I felt He was so far from me.

It's just too bad that it's not as simple as a phone call.

Diamonds Are A Baseball Players Best Friend!

Women aren't the only ones who can appreciate a beautiful diamond ring when they see one. On April 8th, the Philadelphia Phillies, World Series Champs, were awarded their Championship rings, and let me tell you, they're quite beautiful.

103 diamonds set in 14 Karat white gold, makes these babies simply sparkle. And don't be fooled to think that these rings are anything but huge. The players can barely close their fingers into a fist when they're wearing them! But for all the hard work they went through last season, they deserve every last one of those 103 diamonds. Wear em' with pride boys!

Turn The Other Cheek

When people preach that whole turn the other cheek song and dance, they forgot to mention that you're setting yourself up for a good swift kick in the ass! We're talking about a totally different type of cheek here folks!

It seems there is a fine line between "turning the other cheek" and being gullible. I myself, being guilty of the latter on multiple occasions, recently set myself up for one of those turn the other cheek situations except it was as if I painted a bullseye on my rear, and bent over giving the party in question the full advantage.

Mom always says, "You have a mouth - use it!", after which she reminds me of all the times during my youth when I had mouthed-off to her. Yet for some reason, when it really counts, such as defending my honour, I tend to shy away from the opportunity.

I call it an opportunity because that's exactly what it is. How many times have we been in a situation where we choked on our own silence, only to minutes later think of the perfect response? But the moment has passed, and so too the opportunity, and now your ironclad comment seems all too flaccid.

I've never really been one for confrontation and perhaps therein lies the root of all my problems. I'd prefer for things to go smoothly without any bumps in the road. Thus I'm a doormat. I let people walk all over me, taking and leaving the good and the bad as they please, and the only thing I have to show for it all is a sore rear.