Resurrection
Spirit of the West Lyrics


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At her funeral I never felt the grave
Never kissed the dead, had a laugh instead
Made a funny girl count nine best friends
Look how they adore her standing here before her
With words in their pockets, hearts on their sleeves
They sang her praise, I felt a breeze
And her photograph hung upon the wall
Of the little Jewish Hall
And beautiful was her comet
and beautiful was her comet

At her funeral someone rolled the stone
Pushed it through the night
Eyes adjusting to her light
Dressed in black only if we wanted
Picasso rose, and brighter, I think I would have liked her
With tears in my pockets, tears up my sleeve
I ran back home to give them wings
And they flew above what's inside
This world, it looks smaller from the sky





And beautiful was her comet
and beautiful was her comet

Overall Meaning

In the song Resurrection by Spirit of the West, the singer describes attending the funeral of someone they cared about deeply. The lyrics suggest that the funeral was a celebration of the person's life rather than a sad occasion, with the singer saying they never felt the grave and made a "funny girl" count nine best friends. The mourners all adore the deceased and sing her praises, and the singer feels a breeze as if the person's spirit is present. This is reinforced by her photograph hanging on the wall of the little Jewish Hall where the service is held. The song uses the metaphor of a comet to describe the person who has passed away, suggesting that she was a bright and beautiful presence in the world, and that even as she is gone, her light still shines on.


The second verse of the song continues with the theme of celebrating the person's life rather than mourning her passing. The singer describes someone rolling the stone at the funeral, suggesting that this person was the one who pushed through the grief and found a way to keep going. There is a sense of lightness and hope in the lyrics, with the singer saying they would have liked the deceased even brighter, and with their tears giving wings to something inside them. They describe the world looking smaller from above, implying that there is a broader perspective to be gained by rising above the grief and seeing things from a different angle.


Overall, Resurrection is a poignant and hopeful song about celebrating the life of someone who has passed away. The lyrics suggest that even in death, this person's light still shines on and can give comfort and hope to those left behind.


Line by Line Meaning

At her funeral I never felt the grave
I did not feel the sadness of her passing at her funeral.


Never kissed the dead, had a laugh instead
I did not mourn her death in the traditional way, I found joy in the memories she left behind.


Made a funny girl count nine best friends
She was a joyous person, who had many close friends.


Look how they adore her standing here before her
Everyone who knew her loved and cherished her.


With words in their pockets, hearts on their sleeves
People spoke lovingly and emotionally of her, with sincere and heartfelt words.


They sang her praise, I felt a breeze
People sung praises about her, and the atmosphere felt serene and calming.


And her photograph hung upon the wall
A photo of her was hung in the Jewish Hall.


Of the little Jewish Hall
The Jewish Hall was not very big or grand.


And beautiful was her comet
She left behind something beautiful that people admired, much like a comet in the sky.


At her funeral someone rolled the stone
Someone closed her coffin after the service.


Pushed it through the night
The coffin was taken away in darkness.


Eyes adjusting to her light
People were slowly becoming used to her absence, and the reality of her being gone.


Dressed in black only if we wanted
People were given the choice to wear black or not, as a mark of respect.


Picasso rose, and brighter, I think I would have liked her
The flowers were a way to show appreciation and love; she was a beautiful person that I wish I knew better.


With tears in my pockets, tears up my sleeve
I was sad, and held it in as much as I could.


I ran back home to give them wings
I went home to be with family and to find comfort in something familiar.


And they flew above what's inside
I tried to look above the grief and find hope in something; anything.


This world, it looks smaller from the sky
Looking at the world from above made me realize how small we all are in the grand scheme of things.


And beautiful was her comet
Once again, her legacy is beautiful and admirable like a comet in the sky.




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Xtian


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Well done. John Mann is so, so, so, so very missed.

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