I Finish it More Closely (Indigo Girls)

(looking at the doctor and the mountains simultaneously, to save time)

Language: Portuguese

The first time I heard the real version of this song, I was in Woodway Baptist Church, in Waco, Texas, which is not the sort of place where you'd expect to hear it, as there is some Doubting going on. I would normally explain the discrepancy by noting that the person leading the college-age Sunday School class in question was a philosophy grad student, except that one of my good friends from school has subsequently gone on to be a philosophy grad student. He may or may not like the song, but he'd never try to claim that anything important or philosophically meaningful could be learned from it.

It's possible, I suppose, that teaching Sunday School in a Baptist church is what happens when philosophy grad students go bad. Though I think my friend may have done that too, at some point.

In any case. It's no "Hey Jesus," but it's a pleasant little song, and some nice things happened in the Babelfishing of it.

-Jessi

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I am trying to say something: on my life, who is
between white color and black introspection? Perhaps she gives the
better things that you've done: to me, and always for me.
My life must help me, seriously: to make less examination of
everything is only the afterlife, yeah.

He is insatiable. Hunger that has a good blackout
is hard of hearing, and lightness has a call that
involves fear. I mine blankets around myself as
security. I sailed until I sank my ship:
I'm down in, tracking its coasts.

I was the doctor; I was the mountains
that looked at the children. I drank of the sources.
I'm more than a reply to these questions here,
that point me in a bending line.
I look to my source, less for some definitive, more than . . .
(I look to my source, more or less.)
I'm next to the fine; I'm
next. I'm next to the fine.

I was to see the doctor of philosophy next,
with a poster of low Rasputin. One beard for his knee, and
that never married. See a film in the b-classroom, or if
he could see through my performance, then that classified me.
I said, "I spent four more years prostrate: to the raised mind,
I was free when I started my paper."

I was the doctor; I was the mountains
that looked at the children. I drank of the sources.
I'm more than a reply to these questions here,
that point me in a bending line.
I look to my source, less for some definitive, more than . . .
(I look to my source, more or less.)
I'm next to the fine; I'm
next. I'm next to the fine.

3 A.M.: I stopped at the bar for
a bottle to look into. A friend, or solace,
woke me up, and one headache (possibly)
met my head. With one above a plate of
times, I was more cloudy. The two nights before had been
in clarity, and I was looking for it.

I was the doctor, I was the mountains
that looked at the children. I drank of the sources.
We go to the doctor, yeah, we go to the mountains.
We look at the children, I drink our sources.
Yeah we go to the cross, we work out the Bible,
we over-read in the revival, and we are on the lookout for ourselves.
Are we more than a reply to these here questions,
that point me in a bending line?
I look a little to my source for some definitive:
(I look to my source, more or less.)
I am next to the fine,
I am next to the fine,
I am next to the fine.