Lyrics: Written by Terry John Bozzio, Warren Cuccurullo • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songs Music Publishing
Do you hear me
Do you care
Do you hear me
Do you care
What are words for when no one listens anymore
What are words for when no one listens
What are words for when no one listens it’s no use talkin’ at all
I might as well go up and talk to a wall
’cause all the words are having no effect at all
It’s a funny thing
am I all alone
The questions posed in this song, as well as my appreciation for the band Missing Persons (their eighties sound AND Dale Bozzio) are not lost on me.
As one who ventured from writing contentedly for an audience of NONE for most of her life, I resonate with the words and theme in this song, have pondered the questions again and again. Ironically, these words were released publicly in 1982. Some artists are ahead of their time.
What are words for, when no one seems to listen anymore? It’s as if we are all numb. Fragmented we are, by the grazing style of news ingested in bite size pieces, sending up “popcorn” prayers instead of lengthy petitions and praises, communicating in carefully coiffed conversations and too often listening is a commodity lost.
“Do you hear me?”
“Do you care?”
“My lips are moving and the sound’s coming out
The words are audible but I have my doubts
That you realize what has been said
You look at me as if you’re in a daze
It’s like the feeling at the end of the page
When you realize you don’t know what you just read.”
We, as a people, have more ways of communicating today than ever before. And we have even more complicated ways for isolating and building walls…
“Something has to happen to change the direction
What little filters through is giving you the wrong impression
It’s a sorry state I say to myself”
It could bring a person down…if they allow it.
But what are OUR words for?
We who sit and stare at screens, typing madly, fueled by caffeine and a Holy Fire we sometimes doubt…the question becomes, what are OUR words for?
We as writers and truth lovers, who feel called to step out by faith into an unseen realm, holding out the Word of Hope to a lost and dying generation…to those who are scouring the internet dropping their nets, searching desperately for on tiny grain of hope.
What are OUR words for?
“Media overload bombarding you with action
It’s getting near impossible to cause distraction
Someone answer me before I pull out the plug”
We who long for answers and justice, despite the madness closing in on us. Who wonder, does anybody see me? Hear me? Read these words?
“It’s a funny thing
am I all alone?”
Ultimately, we are all seeking for something…
To be seen, heard, to know we are not alone.
Do you feel alone on your journey? Is this phase of your life feeling like you are taking the long way home (of course you know that made me jump right into Supertramp: Take the Long Way Home, right?)
More than anything, I want to hold out words of Hope.
Words of Truth.
Words of Grace.
Words that matter.
I want to share what my soul knows and believes…
I see you,
And there is a God who is unseen, yet who sees all and says in His Word, He sees you , He cares. Though you cannot see Him, you can believe.
This is what my words are for, to affirm the Truth …that was and is and is to come.
This is my story…this is my song. Writing Redeemed, all the day long.
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Grace for the journey, friends. Sometimes I write to stay alive, how about you?
Writing Redeemed @ Enthusiastically, Dawn
5 thoughts on “What Are Words For?”
I was JUST thinking about this band the other day!
Love what you said here, “…it’s not about getting all the words right.”
We all want to be heard. Truly heard.
Thanks, Sandi. I overplayed that cassette. lol. Yes, cassette. Had to think about what I actually played it on, and realized it was a cassette.
I totally understand your blog today. People talk, write etc. but do we hear or remember what we read? Most of the time no. You asked “how do you feel” ? Honestly,…like I am taking a very loooooonnng road. journey “home”. I am a Baby Boomer Believer but I also feel ” lost, numb, hopeless for our planet, distain at mankind for his inhumanity, sickened by some of human kinds heartless abuse to animals and children. I want to go live in ” Mayberry USA” 🙂 Why cant we all just love one another and get along. That is my feed back for today,….this official “Stay in your Pajama’s Day” 🙂
Oh, and I do so totally resonate with how you say it… ” lost, numb, hopeless for our planet, disdain at mankind for his inhumanity, sickened by some of human kinds heartless abuse to animals and children. ”
It’s complicated…but ya know…. I suppose God wants us to long for that unseen Kingdom instead of Mayberry…because Mayberry is fiction and also, if it existed in real life, there would be a Bates Hotel there, ya know? I get it and agree, but let’s fuel our hope in that kingdom to come, if we squint hard we might catch a glimpse here and there to keep us going…and there ain’t NO BATES MOTEL…or hotel, whatever, there! Hugs, my frined…and I am still in my jammies (modified as I had to run an errand or two!).
Our words matter and I will keep writing them even if no one listens. (Or reads) bkz words led me to my Savior! Great post my kindred word filled friend!
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