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When the night shows
The signals grow on radios
All the strange things
They come and go as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
There’s no point in direction we cannot even choose a side.
I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nail sunk in the cloud,
The rain was warm and soaked the crowd.
(chorus)
Lord, here comes the flood
We’ll say good-bye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry.
When the flood calls
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You’re a thousand minds, within a flash
Don’t be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there’s only you and me
And if we break before the dawn,
They’ll use up what we used to be.
The above is a song by Peter Gabriel. It was based on a dream he had where people were exposed to their thoughts being laid bare for all to see (interpret). In other words, everyone would know if you were authentic or not.
Sounds like a cure for all the actors we have in corporate America. Hey, these folks might appreciate the liberation of a flood. The liberation from portraying someone or something they are not.
If you plan on building something (life, work, family, etc.), then I would suggest you get the habit of making people know where you stand…win or lose. Check-out Seth Godin’s post "Authentic." It’s a great story of someone who inspired by being who he really was.
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