Everything In Its Own Time

Among many artistes and musicians out there, one of my favourites is The Indigo Girls’. I have been an ardent fan of their music for a very long time since I discovered they made the album, Strange Fire. Since then, I had found myself purchasing their studio and live albums on CDs, and in recent years downloading their music from iTunes. Their most recent studio album was in 2015 called One Lost Day. In 1997, they made a studio album, Shaming of The Sun and one of the best tracks from the album is ‘Everything In It’s Own Time’. The words to the song that was written by Emily Sailers are immensely meaningful and poetically lyrical.

“But we own nothing, nothing is ours
Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars
But this poverty is our greatest gift
The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift”

Some years ago, with some time in my hands, I recorded my own cover of the song using a music program called Antbytes whose CDrom I’d purchased from a seller on ebay. And this experimental cover version was a birth child of that. Suffice it to say, I must warn you that my painful attempt is not at all great. Indeed, no cover or rendition could match up to the supreme piece of artwork back in the studio or live by the duo themselves. The original version by The Indigo Girls is available on the album, ‘Shaming of the Sun’ (Epic Records/Sony Music Entertainment, 1997) and on iTunes and on Spotify. Please drop me some of your takes in the comments section below.

Here is my attempt of the song:

The album artwork:

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Album artwork and lyrics: Credits © indigogirls.com

Full lyrics:

Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home

All around the table the white haired men have gathered
Spilling their sons’ blood like table wine
Remember everything I told you
Everything in its own time

The music whispers you in urgency
Hold fast to that languageless connection
A thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen
Dangling from inside the fifth direction

Boys around the table mapping out their strategies
Kings of mountains one day dust
A lesson learned, a loving God, and things in their own time
In nothing more do I trust

But we own nothing, nothing is ours
Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars
But this poverty is our greatest gift
The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift

Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home

Everything in its own time, Everything in its own time