synaesthesia

somebody played this song for me on Saturday, and i've been sorta thinking about it for couple of days...

SMELL THE COLOUR 9

I would take no for an answer
Just to know I heard You speak
And I'm wonderin' why I've never
Seen the signs they claim to see
Are the special revelations
Meant for everbody but me?
Maybe I don't truly know You
Or maybe I just simply believe

'Cause I can sniff, I can see
I can count up pretty high
But these faculties aren't getting me
any close to the sky
But my heart of faith keeps poundin'
So I know I'm doin' fine
But sometimes finding You
Is just like trying to
Smell the color nine

Now I've never 'felt the presence'
But I know You're always near
And I've never 'heard the calling'
But somehow You've lead me right here
So I'm not looking for burning bushes
Or some divine graffiti to appear
I'm just begging You for some wisdom
And believing You're putting some here

'Cause I can sniff, I can see
I can count up pretty high
But these faculties aren't getting me
any close to the sky
But my heart of faith keeps poundin'
So I know I'm doin' fine
But sometimes finding You
Is just like trying to
Smell the color nine


Smell the color nine?
But nine's not a color
And even if it were you can't smell a color
That's my point exactly

Rachel asked a question about why we're Christians, and i think that this what a lot of christians (and people who are still exploring faith) think about alot.

anyway - to work...

(my dad always used to sing a little song on the way out to work in the morning to the tune of a Snow White song - which is a way funnier mental picture if you've met my dad ;) - "i owe, i owe, its off to work i go, na na na na na na na na na na na, i owe, i owe i owe i owe, etc)

lol.
carie