Delving into the spiritual musings of Matisyahu, this song reflects the human experience of imperfection and the journey toward self-realization. The lyrics explore themes of struggle, vulnerability, and redemption, portraying mankind as inherently flawed yet capable of profound transformation. The imagery of "fallen pieces" and "lost sparks" 🕯️ symbolizes the fracturing of the soul and the quest for divine connection, while references to Jerusalem and biblical elements ground the narrative in a spiritual context. Water metaphors suggest purification and growth, hinting at renewal through faith and introspection. Ultimately, Matisyahu conveys a message of perseverance, highlighting the resilience of the human spirit even in the face of adversity and existential wandering, as epitomized by the recurring motif of homelessness 🏘️. Through this, he emphasizes the continual strive for enlightenment and inner peace.
Late Night in Zion
Lyrics
We're the reflection of imperfection,
We come from the infinite place of limatation.
Rejoice in these days, make our corrections,
We're the completion.
Lights out,
I'm down for the count,
I can't get up, and
Meanwhile the enemy schemes to spoil your stuff,
And the legs of the king are taggled up in a rut,
Fallen pieces, lost sparks, hearts cut.
We're not alone in the madness,
If we're here, the so are you,
Deepest caverns underground,
We've been taken for the truth,
Scraped my knees on the hurdles, face down in a puddle.
Only one will get us out of this mess,
The one that put us here.
I got a spear driven through my ear,
Can't you hear the sound, crystal clear, crystals crashing chandliers.
Long for brooks of water like a deer.
A man is just a man,
Full of faults and weakness,
4 am, jerusalem all alone and speechless.
And night time, no bodies home, roam streets in darkness.
I feel I'm just a man, flesh and bones, homeless.
A man is just a man,
Full of faults and weakness,
4 am, jerusalem all alone and speechless.
And night time, no bodies home, roam streets in darkness.
I feel I'm just a man, flesh and bones, homeless.
Planting seeds, they won't sink in.
I'm dried up, like the desert earth, how do these seeds give birth.
Water me down, liquify, so that I may not be cursed.
From one into a billion disperse.
Wisdom rains like water from the heavens to below.
Crush my earth, seeds grow, gardens starts to grow.
You know you gotta rise, although you like to flow.
You can't keep staring out the window.
Earth, water, wind, fire we stay low while getting higher.
Spark in night, a fight, tireously.
While yidden lighten loads.
Fly alive, weep, wail, change, grounded out inside.
Energized by my last thought as children pass me by.
Rise, to the occassion.
Keep these hearts all blazin.
Build your life on a river of wax.
Melt into space, we've been here since the beginning, not going away.
Not going away.....
A man is just a man,
Full of faults and weakness,
4 am, jerusalem all alone and speechless.
And night time, no bodies home, roam streets in darkness.
I feel I'm just a man, flesh and bones, homeless.
Writer(s): AARON DUGAN, MATTHEW MILLER
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
What is the Meaning of Late Night in Zion
?
End of content
That's all we got for #