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The Story Of Isaac
Roy Buchanan Lyrics


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Well, the door it opened slowly,
My father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
And his blue eyes they were shining
And his voice was very cold.
He said, "I've had a vision
And you know I'm strong and holy,
I must do what I've been told."
So we started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
And his axe was made of burning gold.

Well, the trees they got much smaller,
Yes, the lake a lady's mirror
When we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over,
Broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
But it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
He looked once behind his shoulder,
I guess he knew I would not hide.

You who build these altars now
To sacrifice our children,
You must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
Your hatchets blunt and bloody,
You were not there before.
When I lay upon a mountain
And my father's hand was trembling
With the beauty, I mean the beauty of the word.

And if you call me brother now,
Forgive me but I must inquire,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I'll kill you if I can.
And mercy, mercy on our uniform,
Man of peace, man of war,
The peacock spreads his deadly fan.

Overall Meaning

The Story of Isaac is a song that explores the story of Abraham and Isaac in the Bible, where God had commanded Abraham to sacrifice his only son Isaac as a test of his loyalty. The song opens with the singer reminiscing about a moment in his childhood, when his father had received a divine vision and was compelled to undertake a sacrifice similar to the one in the Bible. The singer must follow his father up to a mountain, where his father builds an altar to carry out the sacrifice. The singer's father, however, hesitates and decides against killing his son.


The message behind the song challenges the listener to reexamine the practice of faith and sacrifice, and to question whether such acts are truly holy if they involve sacrificing one's own child. By drawing parallels between the sacrifice of Isaac and the altars built to sacrifice children, the song suggests that such practices have no place in modern society. The singer also offers forgiveness to those who may have participated in such practices in the past, but warns that he will act in self-defense should the situation call for it.


Overall, The Story of Isaac is a poignant and thought-provoking song that encourages listeners to consider the distinction between religious obedience and moral duty.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, the door it opened slowly,
The door opened slowly and my father entered the room.


My father he came in,
My father entered the room.


I was nine years old.
I was nine years old at the time.


And he stood so tall above me,
He stood over me, his figure taller.


And his blue eyes they were shining
His eyes, blue with light, shone down at me.


And his voice was very cold.
His voice was emotionless and frigid.


He said, "I've had a vision
He spoke about a vision he had.


And you know I'm strong and holy,
He considered himself strong and pure.


I must do what I've been told."
He felt he had to fulfill what he was told to do.


So we started up the mountain,
We started making our way up the mountain.


I was running, he was walking,
I was running while he walked slowly behind.


And his axe was made of burning gold.
His axe was made of glowing gold metal.


Well, the trees they got much smaller,
As we climbed higher, the trees grew smaller.


Yes, the lake a lady's mirror
The lake was still like a reflective mirror.


When we stopped to drink some wine.
We stopped to have a drink of wine.


Then he threw the bottle over,
He threw the bottle and it shattered on the ground.


Broke a minute later
The bottle broke a moment later.


And he put his hand on mine.
He placed his hand over mine.


Thought I saw an eagle
I thought I saw an eagle in flight.


But it might have been a vulture,
It was possible that what I saw was actually a vulture.


I never could decide.
I was never certain what exactly I saw.


Then my father built an altar,
My father crafted an altar.


He looked once behind his shoulder,
He glanced briefly over his shoulder.


I guess he knew I would not hide.
He likely understood that I wouldn't hide.


You who build these altars now
Those who make altars now


To sacrifice our children,
Who kill their own children on these altars


You must not do it anymore.
You need to stop the practice of sacrificing children.


A scheme is not a vision
An intricate plan is not a sign from a divine being


And you never have been tempted
You never experienced a temptation either from God or the Devil.


By a demon or a god.
Nor have you even had contact with these entities.


You who stand above them now,
Those who judge the ones lower than them presently


Your hatchets blunt and bloody,
Their tools used to kill are dull and soaked with blood.


You were not there before.
They weren't present before in the way they are now.


When I lay upon a mountain
When I was lying on the mountain's ground.


And my father's hand was trembling
My father's hand shook slightly.


With the beauty, I mean the beauty of the word.
He was moved by the beauty in the words spoken to him.


And if you call me brother now,
If you refer to me as your brother now


Forgive me but I must inquire,
Allow me to ask this question after asking for forgiveness.


"Just according to whose plan?"
Whose plan is being followed exactly?


When it all comes down to dust
When everything ends in destruction


I will kill you if I must,
I will kill you if it's necessary.


I will help you if I can.
I will help you if I am able to.


When it all comes down to dust
When everything ends in destruction


I will help you if I must,
I will give you aid if it's what's required.


I'll kill you if I can.
If it's in my capability, I'll put an end to you.


And mercy, mercy on our uniform,
May mercy be shown to us and our clothing,


Man of peace, man of war,
We must live in peace and also provide protection.


The peacock spreads his deadly fan.
Like how the peacock displays its threatening feathers.




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