Songs that you feel are "spiritual"

Mumford & Sons - After The Storm

"...And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair..."


Sufjan Stevens - For the Widows in Paradise

"...If you had a part of me, will you take your time?
Even if I come back, even if I die
Is there some idea to replace my life?
Like a father to impress
Like a mother's mourning dress
If you ever make a mess, I'll do anything for you..."
 
Saw Journey & Steve-Miller Band tonight so I got several recs:

Wheel in the Sky Keeps on Turning
Don't Stop Believing
Faithfully
Abracadabra
Time Keeps on Slipping
 

"The devil and his had me down,
In love with the dark side I'd found.
Dabble in all the way down
Up to my neck soon to drown.

But you changed that all for me."


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Yes! Sansa Stark at a monster truck rally - does it get more spiritual?

'When you fall asleep with your head upon my shoulder.
When you're in my arms but you've gone somewhere deeper.

Are you going to age with grace?
Are you going to age without mistakes?
Are you going to age with grace,
Or only to wake and hide your face?

When oblivion is calling out your name,
You always take it further than I ever can'
 
"The devil and his had me down,
In love with the dark side I'd found.
Dabble in all the way down
Up to my neck soon to drown.

But you changed that all for me."
Yeah, Tool, my favorite! :)
Most people think of them as a dark metal band, but many of their songs are profoundly spiritual. They are into a lot of esoteric topics, the occult, UFOs, mythology and symbolism, Jung, etc. Not to mention that they are all outstanding musicians, with complex songs written in unusual time signatures.

My personal favorite song of all time is Lateralus, which is a good expression of my general view toward life :

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm,
to feel connected, enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired,
to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
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I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going, going...
 

"One to the people who suffer for their needs
And one to the rebels who'll rock in to their beats
And one to the healer who fights our disease
And one to the lorax who speaks for the trees...

...Life is too short to make just one decision
Music is too large for just one station
Love is too big for just one nation
And God is too big for just one religion..."
 
Gabriel said in an interview:
When I wrote this song [Here Comes The Flood] I had an obsession with short-wave radio and I was always amazed at the way in which the radio signals would become stronger as daylight faded. I felt as if psychic energy levels would also increase in the night. I had had an apocalyptic dream in which the psychic barriers which normally prevent us from seeing into each others' thoughts had been completely eroded producing a mental flood. Those that had been used to having their innermost thoughts exposed would handle this torrent and those inclined to concealment would drown in it.

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.

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye 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.
 



"Eyes to see...what the others see not
Ears to hear...the voice of the elders guides
Eyes to see...and the blind; they wither away
You fools! These eyes are never for you"
 
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