Steve,
I had no idea Harry Chapin was involved with helping others so much. The world needs more people with kind and caring hearts helping others. And I had no idea of the circumstances of his death, thank you for sharing these insights with us, regarding a man who could not just " let it be ".
I do know that his song " Taxi " was one of my favorites.
love and light, always
Desiree
Thank you Steve for your long reply, in your Harry Chapin thread, in answer to my question.
When I posted about this song, " Let it Be " I was not suggesting that when there are others in need of help that one should ignore this plea for help and just 'let things be'.
My focus on this song, was a basic one - I was just focusing on the phrase " let it be " in regards to what is going on with me. When I feel that I am receiving a message I concentrate on the message and not the messenger.
I appreciate you sharing your interpretation of " let it be " .
love and light, always
Desiree
Thanks for your thoughts they have made me look at my own life in relief. Also you are right sometimes a song can speak to us in a personal way. It does not mean that we necessarily relate to the messenger.
i know the feeling Desiree. To some things we should: Let It Be. We must also watch what we dream/ask for>>>>Taxi
It was raining hard in 'Frisco,
I needed one more fare to make my night.
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down,
She got in at the light.
Oh, where you going to, my lady blue,
It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain.
She just looked out the window, and said
"Sixteen Parkside Lane".
Something about her was familiar
I could swear I'd seen her face before,
But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken"
And she didn't say anything more.
It took a while, but she looked in the mirror,
And she glanced at the license for my name.
A smile seemed to come to her slowly,
It was a sad smile, just the same.
And she said, "How are you Harry?"
I said, "How are you Sue?
Through the too many miles
and the too little smiles
I still remember you."
It was somewhere in a fairy tale,
I used to take her home in my car.
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge,
The lesson hadn't gone too far.
You see, she was gonna be an actress,
And I was gonna learn to fly.
She took off to find the footlights,
And I took off to find the sky.
Oh, I've got something inside me,
To drive a princess blind.
There's a wild man, wizard,
He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind.
Oh, I've got something inside me,
Not what my life's about,
Cause I've been letting my outside tide me,
Over 'till my time, runs out.
Baby's so high that she's skying,
Yes she's flying, afraid to fall.
I'll tell you why baby's crying,
Cause she's dying, aren't we all.
There was not much more for us to talk about,
Whatever we had once was gone.
So I turned my cab into the driveway,
Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns.
And she said we must get together,
But I knew it'd never be arranged.
And she handed me twenty dollars,
For a two fifty fare, she said
"Harry, keep the change."
Well another man might have been angry,
And another man might have been hurt,
But another man never would have let her go...
I stashed the bill in my shirt.
And she walked away in silence,
It's strange, how you never know,
But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for,
Such a long, long time ago.
You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly.
She took off to find the footlights,
And I took off for the sky.
And here, she's acting happy,
Inside her handsome home.
And me, I'm flying in my taxi,
Taking tips, and getting stoned,
I go flying so high, when I'm stoned.