Month of Music Day 9 Chris Rice Smell the Color 9 Smell the Color 9 I would take no for an answer, Just to know I heard you speak, And I'm wondering why I've never, Seen the signs they claim they see, A lotta special revelations, Meant for everybody but me, Maybe I don't truly know You, or maybe I just simply believe... [Chorus:] Cause I can sniff, I can see, and I can count up pretty high; but these faculties aren't getting me any closer to the sky, but my heart of faith keeps poundin' so I know I'm doin' fine but sometimes findin you is just like tryin to smell the color nine. Smell the color nine... Now I've never felt the presence, But I know You're always near, And I've never heard the calling, But somehow You've led me right here, So I'm not lookin' for burnin' bushes, Or some Divine graffiti to appear, I'm just beggin You for Your wisdom, And I believe You're puttin' some here... [Chorus:] Cause I can sniff, I can see, and I can count up pretty high; but these faculties aren't getting me any closer to the sky, but my heart of faith keeps poundin' so I know I'm doin' fine but sometimes findin you is just like tryin to smell the color nine. Smell the color nine... (ah's and do's) [Chorus: x2] Cause I can sniff, I can see, and I can count up pretty high; but these faculties aren't getting me any closer to the sky, but my heart of faith keeps poundin' so I know I'm doin' fine but sometimes findin you is just like tryin to smell the color nine. Smell the color nine... Nine's not a color... and if even if it were you can't smell a color,no that's my point exactly. do do do do do do do (lather, rinse, repeat)

My Take:

Remember when I said "I dig songs that make me think?" I meant it. And without thinking about which number song this was, I completely at random, stuck it at 9. But, isn't that something to think about? Odd coincidences that are timed so perfectly that it's amazing that they happened at all? Ever meet the one true love of your life - in the perfect place, and the perfect time? It isn't like God's out there with a butane lighter and a bunch of shrubbery, going around giving people all the answers. It's more like Zippo. Just kidding. The last verse gets this song included. Especially that part about "that's my point exactly." How often do we go trying to make sense of God, without trying to discern the reasons God has. It's like trying to figure out women. Fellas, you with me? Admit it ladie...ya'll are tough to figure out. And imagine how infinitely more difficult when you're trying to figure out what a Diety is thinking. And, as I've learned through the years, God can't be bought off with chocolate or back-rubs. It's tough for me to actually add anything to this song, because it says what it says so well. All I can do is really parrot what Chris Rice is saying, and get some jabs in at women.

status: published
author: John Stansbury
cms: wordpress
custom:
  podPressPostSpecific: 'a:6:{s:15:"itunes:subtitle";s:15:"##PostExcerpt##";s:14:"itunes:summary";s:15:"##PostExcerpt##";s:15:"itunes:keywords";s:17:"##WordPressCats##";s:13:"itunes:author";s:10:"##Global##";s:15:"itunes:explicit";s:7:"Default";s:12:"itunes:block";s:7:"Default";}'
  _utw_tags_0: 'a:2:{i:0;O:8:"stdClass":1:{s:3:"tag";s:4:"meme";}i:1;O:8:"stdClass":1:{s:3:"tag";s:5:"music";}}'
  similarterms: color smell heart chorus faith poundin sniff count high pretty doin faculties findin fine song figure tryin closer women tough