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Hosea Rock Opera Song #14

This is it, the final song of the work.  Hosea is singing of his love for Gomer, how it morphed from an obedience of God’s instruction to a genuine love as he began to see the Gomer which God had created her to be, and he takes on a little of the position of God with regard to his relationship with his bride, sort of a hypostatic thing.  I had Gordon Lightfoot running through my head as I wrote this.

Gomer, I never dreamed that I would feel this way, I never thought that this could ever be.  I never guessed that any of this ever would come true, when God came down and laid this task on me.

He said He wanted me to show the world just how he felt, He’d given laws but now he wanted more, the bond he had established between Him and all of us, was now more like a husband and a whore.

So hear me now, oh, flower of my life.  Hear me as I speak of love to you.  You’re not just an object in a tale to make a point, my love that’s grown is pure as gold and true. I started out an actor who God had give’n a part, but now you are the piece that fills the hole that’s in my heart.  Yes you are now the piece that fills the hole that’s in my heart.

I know at first you didn’t think I meant a single word.  I looked just like another lonely john.  And if your eyes could look inside my chest and see my heart, you’d clearly see that you weren’t very wrong.

I wasn’t there to buy your body but I know my path was bent.  I simply was obeying on a task where I’d been sent.  I played my part so perfectly I even fooled myself.  My life was just a poverty that I believed was wealth.

So hear me now, on, flower of my life.  Hear me as I speak of love to you.  You’re not just an object in a tale to make a point, my love that’s grown is pure as gold and true.

I started out an actor who God had give’n a part, but now you are the piece that fills the hole that’s in my heart.  Yes you are now the piece that fills the hole that’s in my heart.

Funny how our roles soon changed and yin has turned to yang, I thought that I was whole and you were sick.  But you never pretended to be other than you were, while I just played a part and that laid thick.

I preached love was a set of rules and holier than thous, I thought that I stooped down to be your man.  I thought that my stuff didn’t stink, that I was right with God, and you were just a pawn in God’s big plan.  And you were just a pawn in God’s big plan.

But once I got you in my life you and God worked on me, I saw that you and I were quite the same.  And soon I saw the Gomer who God made that girl to be, and in my heart my love burst into flame.

I saw that you were changing but I saw the world still pulled, I prayed and begged and ached that you’d be true.  But here you couldn’t stay, and when you packed and hit the road, the truth shown down and finally I knew, my love for God was now my love for you.  My love for God was now my love for you.

So hear me now, oh, flower of my life.  Hear me as I speak of love to you.  You’re not just an object in a tale to make a point, my love that’s grown is pure as gold and true.

I started out an actor who God had give’n a part, but now you are the piece that fills the hole that’s in my heart.  Yes you are now the piece that fills the hole that’s in my heart.

But God gave me the grace to track you down, I payed your debts and brought you home to me.  And I don’t feel I lost a cent, I’d pay a million more, the love I feel allows me to be free.

So Gomer what I offer is my love and that is free, I hope you learn to love me in return.  I know that some day I will prob’ly have to die for you.  I will if that’s what you will need to learn.

That my love’s unconditional, I don’t count wrongs and rights, you cannot offer gifts enough to me.  I just want you to believe that my love’s pure for you, and hope that your love will be pure for me.  I hope that your love will be pure for me.

So hear me now, oh, flower of my life.  Hear me as I speak of love to you.  You’re not just an object in a tale to make a point, my love that’s grown is pure as gold and true.

I starter out an actor who God had give’n a part, but now you are the piece that fills the hole that’s in my heart.  Yes you are now the piece that fills the hole that’s in my heart.

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Hosea Rock Opera Song #13

Hosea and Gomer are leaving the brothel where she’s been a virtual sex slave to her pimp.  As they walk towards their house they sing a duet in a bluegrass style.

Gomer:  You came and found me when I was good and lost, I’d crawled into the grave, given myself up for dead.

I broke faith with you, how could you love me now.  I traded a harlot’s couch for your sacred marriage bed.

Hosea:  Why are you so surprised that I love you girl.  I didn’t say ‘let’s strike a deal; let’s give this thing a whirl’.

Love that means anything is more than just a trade.  My love’s without condition, it’s not a bargain made.

Both:  Heav’n came down to where we were, and built it’s kingdom there.  We’ve no need for pie in the sky.  That stupid pie’s not there.

When you came home with me paradise was what we had to share, the Kingdom of God is here, it’s ours if we only will dare.

Gomer:  It was you who really loved me, but I bought into a lie, didn’t think that love was real, I just wanted to get high.

You know I’m bent and broken, I can’t even tell you why. I want to do my best but fail no matter how I try.

Hosea:  My love’s ordained by heaven, it may suffer but not die.  I know you heart is good and I know just how hard you try.

It’s your trying hard that blesses me while our lives we try to mend.  And we’ll keep working on this love till we get it in the end.

Both:  Heav’n came down to where we were and built it’s kingdom there.  We have no need for pie in the sky.  That stupid pie’s not there.

When you came home with me paradise was what we had to share, the Kingdom of God is here, it’s ours if we only will dare.

Gomer:  You know what folks will say about me, that I’m still a whore.  Once I’ve got tired of living this life I’ll be slipping out that door.

Stay with me please and lift me when I fall, help me be good.  I’m tired of empty idols, help me be more like I should.

Hosea:  I never cared what people think why should I worry now.  We’re in this thing together and our God will show us how.

So let ’em talk and let ’em to their wooden idols bow, it’s God that lifts us both up and He’s lifting us up now.

Both:  Heav’n came down to where we were and built it’s kingdom there.  We’ve no need for pie in the sky.  That stupid pie’s not there.

When you came home with me paradise was what we had to share.  The Kingdom of God is here, it’s ours if we only will dare.

Hosea Rock Opera Song #12

Gomer is lost in her old life, deeper than she ever thought that she could be and with no means of escape.  She reflects on her life with Hosea and how she looked down on it as boring.  Now she would have it back on any terms but knows that that’s not possible.

I’ve been laying in this room, I’ve been waiting for the knock all night.  Only turned a couple tricks, and I just don’t care enough to fight.  My man said he would send me work and in the room I’m ‘sposed to stay.  But when I don’t make the money it’s still out of my hide I have to pay.  I’ve got this booze and a nice sized stash of dope.  Maybe I’ll just do it all ’cause I’m all out of hope.  What’s the use?  I can’t get lose.  To live or die, is about all I got to choose.

I thought that I’d find freedom, but chains are all I got, a ticket on a train to hell is what I really bought.  The men I thought were lovers are just predators at best, now straw, syringe and bottle are where I can find my rest.  This life that I am living, that is, if it can be called life, points out to me how sweet it was to be Hosea’s wife.  And all the things I once called boring, dull and drudgery, I’d now do as a slave to him if he’d put up with me.  I’d crawl back like a snake if only he’d put up with me.

I wonder how Jezreel’s doing on the baseball field, I wonder if Lo grew into that dress.  I wonder if they behave when Hosea is at work, I wonder if they’re picking up their mess.  Funny how those little things meant little once to me, I walked away without a second thought.  I used to be the crown jewel of an honest husband’s heart, but now I’m just an object to be bought.  Tell me please o tell me how I ever could go back, tell me how I’ll leave this stinking room.  But wait, don’t tell me anything I know how I shall leave, when someone makes the garbage dump my tomb.  I’ll be thrown in gehenna for my tomb.

Someone’s knocking on the door, I don’t know if I should be glad or not.  I probably can’t fake it cause energy’s one thing I ain’t got.  He’s coming over to the light, I’m not believing what I see.  Hosea’s by the bed and he’s sayin’ “it’s time that you come with me”.  ” I can’t” I tell Hosea, “my pimp said I can’t give him the slip.”  “Your pimp got paid his money, and he’s using some to stitch his lip”.  “How could you ever take me back and love me when all I should do is burn?”  “You never lost my love babe, there’s nothing for you to earn.  You never lost my love babe, there’s nothing for you to earn.”

Hosea Rock Opera Song #11

Hosea has set out in earnest to find Gomer and bring her home.  He has forgotten what dank corner of town he found her in at first but he feels like he’s getting close.  You, dear reader, may choose whatever tune you wish for this; I will write the music later.

I’ve been up and down the streets all night, lookin’ in the holes and the small dark corners.  Open’n windows and a-turnin’ on lights.   Started cold as ice but now I know I’m gettin’ warmer. It’s a matter of time before I get her in my sights.  What makes it better is I don’t have to drown, in the sea where she’s been forced to swim.  All I have to do is find her pimp, and maybe take with me a piece of him.

And then you’ll see me running down the pavement; then you’ll see me beating down the door.  Then you’ll hear me shouting from the roof tops, no one ever loved you any more.  Then you’ll know that my love is everlasting, that it never was a thing that you could choose. My love for you is a from the first to the last thing and it’s a love that you will never lose.

This place is looking pretty damn familiar, I know that I have been this way before.  the lights the music, the despair and the laughter, I know who’s on the other side of that door.  I see the pimp sitting over with his friends, I know his swagger and his twisted grin. I guess I’m going to have to go and do some business, I hope I leave here without choking him.  You say she owes you well fool, her’s your money, don’t spend it all in one place.  Is that a bug crawling across your cheek (BAM) I hope that don’t leave a mark on your face.

And soon you’ll see me running down the pavement; then you’ll see me beating down the door.  Then you’ll hear me shouting from the roof tops, no one ever loved you any more.  Then you’ll know that my love is everlasting, that it never was a thing that you could choose.  My love for you is a from the first to the last thing, and it’s a love that you will never lose.

Here’s the door to where he said she is, I want to lift her up out of this gutter.  I want to go in looking strong and brave, I hope I don’t start to shake and stutter.  What if she says she won’t come home with me, what will I do then?  What if she says that she’s too far gone, a victim of her sin?  If I keep trying to control all the angles I think that i’ll probably go berserk, so I’ll just go in there with only my love, and then let the Lord do the real work.

Then you’ll see me running down the pavement; then you’ll see me beating down the door.  Then you’ll hear me shouting from the roof tops, no one ever loved you any more.  Then you’ll know that my love is everlasting, that it never was a thing that you could choose.  My love for you is a from the first to the last thing, and it’s a love that you will never lose.

Hosea Rock Opera Song #10

Gomer has left Hosea to re-experience the gaiety of her old life but finds that it is not as exciting and fun as it once was.  The brash young girl is a little older now and has a more broad experience of life.  The life to which she has returned has proven to be a trap from which she cannot escape.  To dull the pain of daily multiple sexual episodes she now depends upon drugs and alcohol, which her pimp provides at costs which keep her in a status of servitude.  She can never earn enough to be free of her ‘main man’ by her own efforts.  This song is sung in the more bluesy Janice Joplin style.

Sittin’ on this mattress, wonderin’ who’ll come in next.  Yeah I’m sittin’ on this mattress baby, wonderin’ who’s gonna come in next.  One john just looks like another one now, maybe this one will be quick, that’s the best.

This isn’t how I thought it would be, I remembered music, and good times.  This just isn’t how I thought it would be, nah nah nah nah, I remembered music and good times.  Now the only way I can do this, is with cocaine, and with junk, and with red wine.

And now I never, never never planned on this, this was not the way it’s supposed to be.  No there ain’t nobody got any time for this, I’m in hell and I don’t know how to be free.  But Hosea wouldn’t want to touch me now, so it’s my main man I got to please.

Did I say man? Men would be more like it now for me.  This has nothin’ to do with love, I’m nothin’ but a bag of guts that they use for a moment, then they’re tired of me.  I’m thinking only death, only death will ever be able to set me free.

And now I never, never never planned on this, this was not the way it’s supposed to be.  No there ain’t nobody got any time for this, I’m in hell and I don’t know how to be free.  But Hosea wouldn’t want to touch me now, so it’s my main man I have to please.

Here I sit on this mattress, I hear someone at the door.  Thank God it’s just a young kid, he’ll be quick and I’ll see him no more.  I don’t believe how I used to think that this was good, even once was free, but I left it to be a whore. I don’t know about third or fourth chances, but I don’t want to serve this master anymore.

Hosea Rock Opera Song # 9

Hosea is bitten by the blues.  He is sitting on a sofa in front of a TV set with HGTV on and he’s not watching it, as would be natural.  God suddenly materializes in an easy chair at the end of the sofa.  He is sipping an IPA and smoking a good Havana, and He points His finger at the TV set and it turns into a pillar of salt.  Hosea comes out of his reverie and God, who sounds a lot like a hip-hop Bob Dylan sings this song.

Hey! You! sittin’ on the sofa with a big droopy face, couldn’t drop it any lower.  Whatcha gonna do, gonna wallow in the blue thinking that your job is through, well I’m hardly through with you.

Your woman done lef’ you well I told you that would happen, so you sittin’ on the sofa with your long face hangin’ while your baby’s on the streets makin’ money with her thang’n now it’s time to get up, get up on your feet, put leather on the street, better turn up the heat.  I never gave you the option to lay down in defeat.

So what are you waiting for?  What are you waiting for?  The woman that you love is in a world of hurt so you better go out through the door.  You started by obeying rules, but now she’s joined you at your very core, so get back in the game, your bride is lying in pain, Hosea what’re you waiting for?

From the beginnin’ you people been sinnin’ been thinkin’ that you’re winnin’ while my patience was thinnin’, but I never stopped lovin’ you; never gave up on you, even when you did what I told you you should never do. A downside to being God is my pain is perfect and the pain you’ve been given’ me would probably be killing me except for the fact that I can’t die.

So up on your feet, do you need an invitation, I be tired of waitin’ do you need some motivatin’, I could light a fire if that’s what you desire but then you’d be a bleedin’ and you’d still have to go so go, fool, finish that task that’s been given to you now, go, fool, before I start to gettin’ annoyed with you.  I told you that I love you but my anger is risin’ send a message to the people there’ll be chastisin’ ‘less they come to their senses start to mend a few fences or there’ll be flinchin’ and winces and it won’t be a thing that they haven’t got commin’ but they actin’ pretty dumb’n my best hope is that the fools’ll take a message from you.

So what are you waiting for?  What are you waiting for?   The woman you love is in a world of hurt so you better go out through the door.  You started by obeying rules, but now she’s joined you at your very core, so get back in the game, your bride is lying in pain Hosea what’re you waiting for?

So go on out the door but be assured I am with you I would never send you out ‘less I would be there for you.  The bride I made for you is out there waitin’ and her life she’s hatin’ she’s been self-castigatin’ so Hosea go out, ‘cuz your wife needs redeeming and if it’s been seemin’ that you’re doing all the work, just remember that before the story’s all over I’ll be doing everything that I’ve asked of you and even more.

So what are you waiting for?  what are you waiting for?  the woman you need is in a world of hurt so you better go out through the door.  You started by obeying rules but now she’s joined you at your very core, so get back in the game, your bride is lying in pain, Hosea, what’re you waiting for?

Hosea Rock Opera Song #8: Bedtime Story Blues

After stepping out on Hosea even while pregnant with child number three (not Hosea’s at that) Gomer finally returns to the life of a whore.  The point of this story as given to us in the Book of Hosea is that Israel, and us by extension, prefer the life of a whore to the life of a bride of a faithful husband.  Gomer has done nothing that all of us don’t do, and Hosea is grieved by Gomer’s unfaithfulness every bit as much as God is grieved by our own.  Well, maybe not quite as much, but it still hurts deeply.  This song is to be sung in a deep blues style; think BB King foundation with strong notes of Leadbelly, Muddy, Clapton, even a little Stevie Ray.  David Bromberg’s “Not Be Your Fool” is also an inspiration.

It’s time for bed children, if you go nice I’ll tell a story to you.  Come on and get up the stairs, kids.  And I’ll tell a story to you.  Don’t listen too close to the words babes, ’cause the story comes to close to me and you.

There once was a man who loved a woman, not too much at first, but then – all the way.God told the man where to find her, but how it would work out He didn’t say.  So the man went out and found a bride, shed seemed to live him for a little while, but then went away.

[When’s your momma coming home?  She said that it would be in just a little while.  She said that she had important business, maybe it would take more than a little while.  But if you knew how much she really loves yu, it couldn’t help but make you smile.]

Now back to the story kids, that man knew all along she would break his heart.  He knew he would always love her truly, but that she just wouldn’t do her part.  So now he’s just waiting for God’s signal, and then he’ll try to give it all a new start.

[Yes, I know you miss your momma.  I want you to know I miss her too.  I set her place at the table I wash and hang her clothes I call out her name at night!  God in heaven knows I miss her too.  Some day God in His glory will bring her home to us, till then wait and hope is all we an do.]

I’m sorry ’bout this story kids, I’m sorry that your momma’s not here too.  I’m not sorry ’bout the time she was with me, I’m not sorry she gave me the three of you.  I guess we’ll have to go to bed with the blues tonight; tomorrow I’ll tell you ’bout the three bears.