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Post mid-life crisis folk. A beautiful, haunting, disturbing song and recording from Bill Kelly's 2006 cd, Bread on the Waters.
A seraph (/ˈsɛr.əf/; pl. seraphs or seraphim /ˈsɛr.ə.fɪm/; Hebrew: שְׂרָפִים śərāfîm, singular שָׂרָף śārāf; Latin: seraphi[m], singular seraph[us]; Greek: σεραφείμ) is a type of celestial or heavenly being in the Abrahamic religions.
Literally "burning ones", the word seraph is normally a synonym for serpents when used in the Hebrew Bible. A seminal passage in the Book of Isaiah (Isaiah 6:1-8) used the term to describe fiery six-winged beings that fly around God's throne crying "holy, holy, holy". This throne scene, with its triple invocation of holiness (a formula that came to be known as the Trisagion), profoundly influenced subsequent theology, literature and art. Its influence is frequently seen in works depicting angels, heaven and apotheosis. Seraphs are mentioned as celestial beings in an influential Hellenistic work, the Book of Enoch, and the Book of Revelation. Tradition places seraphs in the fifth rank of ten in the Jewish angelic hierarchy and the highest rank in the Christian angelic hierarchy.
lyrics
Seraphima by Bill Kelly
She sits at the picnic with nothing to say
And it looks like she’s made out of paper mache
Painted on eyebrows that melt in the rain
On the little lost girl who lives down the lane
Where cowboys and Indians are playing on beat up old cars
With short cuts and bad seeds that only grow weeds in your heart
Seraphima the band’s gonna start
And you got all that free time on your dance card
Seraphima buckle your shoe
Honey, are those boys bothering you?
It gets dark so early and it’s cold on the clay
A five o’clock whistle is blowing away
And the leaves still look pretty where he’s holding her down
And a stop light is blinking in the center of town
Blue eyes that glow like a pair of old TVs
Trying to find a channel to someplace where she’d rather be
There’s blood on her ankle and cum on her lace
And dear Father Hanley is petting her face
Run along Seraphima it’s starting to snow
Buckle your shoe. No one must know
Time passes by like the cars that roll down her lane
And a scar turns purple when ever it’s about to rain
credits
released September 1, 2007
Bill Kelly: vocal, acoustic guitar, mandola
Larry Campbell:, pedal steel, fiddle
John Ginty: piano
Lincoln Schleifer: bass, producer
Denny McDermott: Drums
John Korba: harmony vocals
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