Since 2005...
Beloved
2008
Sometimes you'll catch me smiling
In the middle of my flow
Looking out at all you saints
With your socks pulled up
And your golden hellos
You’re sniffing round the love of God
Like a junkyard dog
Digging for a bone you once had
But now forgot.
Grey hair isn’t wisdom
Just shows you’ve put in time
All the ways you’ve grown, child
As you walk this bloodied line
You wonder how you made it
How you have survived
All the blows that should have felled you
Why you’re still alive
Oh… You are beloved.
Oh… You are beloved.
Oh… You are beloved.
You want to hear laughter in Heaven
Just tell God all your plans
Force your way onto those streets of gold
With a checklist in your hand
There’s nothing you can do
There’s nothing you can say
Would make a blind bit of difference
Would make a blind bit of difference
If you’re a father
Would you give your son a stone
If you’re a mother
Would you ever leave your baby alone?
You’re cradled in those arms
Won’t let you slip away
It’s nailed down and it’s paid for
It’s nailed down and…
Oh…. You are beloved.
I’m thick and I’m ugly
Like the back of your hand
Can’t sing like an angel
Somedays can’t tell you who I am.
But there’s one thing keeps me going
In a land without sight
One thing that stops that terrifying
Downward spiral into night
Makes me want to reach out across these lights
Grab you and say,
This is the most important thing you’ll hear tonight:
Oh… You are beloved.
Firebrands and Golden Strands (2005)
I have seen the Lord
2005
Like a deer that’s turned to granite
In the headlights’ coming glare
I have seen the Lord
Like a cow in a tornado,
Doing cartwheels in the air
I have seen the Lord
Like a moth who flew too near the lamp
And burned his hairy derriere
I have seen the Lord.
I have seen the Lord.
I have seen the Lord.
I have seen the Lord.
I have seen the Lord.
Like a young man after his first kiss
Gets those stars behind his eyes
I have seen the Lord
Like a love‐sick father’s lost son
Finally coming over the rise
I have seen the Lord
Like a good wife takes her man
And then she gently cuts him down to size
I have seen the Lord
From my toes up to my fingers
In my mind and in my senses
I have seen the Lord
In the billows of my laughter
In the tears of bitter joy
I have seen the Lord
In the swinging of the hinges
In the silence of his presence
I have seen the Lord
Hmmm… I have seen the Lord
Sitting on his throne
And the temple
Was filled with his glory.
Hmmm….
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See for miles
2005
In a world of weal and duty
There’s a place I like to go
A refuge from the burdens
Of the duties down below
It’s a place I’d like to take you
To let the coils unwind
If you fill your lungs with cleansing air
You gradually will find
You can see for miles
See for miles
You can see for miles
You can see for miles
When you’ve walked a dozen miles
In another person’s shoes
When your heart has gotten blisters
And your feet have got the blues
When the crowds are pressing closer
And there’s trouble in the air
When loaves and fish is all you’ve got
And no one wants to share
Come out where...
You can see for miles
When the sinking sands of duty
Got you buried to your neck
When your third eye’s looking funny
And your muse won’t take a check
When the jaded joy of calling
Has become a distant chime
When the privilege of serving
Comes to feel like doing time
Come out here where...
You can see for miles…
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Spike’s recurring nightmare
2005
Sometimes I wake up screaming
Sometimes I wake up sweating
Sometimes I find the nail‐marks
In the headboard of my bed.
What arrows are they shooting?
What animals are prowling?
Those scary midnight phantoms
Are all crowded in my head.
Last night I had that dream again
The one I know you’ve heard
The people all came early
And they shouted for the word
I opened up the Good Book
But the words had gone away
I was standing there buck naked
I didn’t have a single thing to say.
Sometimes…
Those scary midnight phantoms
Are all crowded in my head.
They brought me jars of water
And I turned them into wine
I said I didn’t mean to
But they said it was a sign
Five thousand people
Were all sitting on my lawn
I had to knock myself out
giving them food
From bedtime until dawn.
Sometimes…
If you look into my bloodshot eyes
You can see into my head.
Well the Devil was working at Starbucks
And he handed me a foaming cup
I didn’t want to drink it
But I just couldn’t wake up
Couldn’t wake up…. (aaagghh!)
(And smell the coffee)
I was dashing through an airport
I was sprinting for a train
I was flagging every taxi
Just take me home again
But my legs were caught in quicksand
And my feet were made of clay
My sins were catching up to me
And I couldn’t run away.
Sometimes…
If you look into my bloodshot eyes
Then you will see it’s no surprise.
Sometimes…
If I ever meet the things I dream
I’m afraid that I will end up dead.
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Our souls are soil
2005
Clouds rolled around
In a swirl of grey
Down from the mountain
At the coming of day
God’s second‐hand smoke
Filled the valley with jewels
Glistening in the sun’s first rays
Little bird at dawn
With a big white chest
Squeezing the air
As she leaves her nest
Rising and falling
With the silent grace
Of the impossible brought to life.
Oh our souls are soil
Turn them gently
Our souls are soil
Won’t you turn them again?
Follow the path
In the land that you till
Serpentine sinews
Of habit and will
Cherish their roots
And honor the depths
From which this time has grown
The soil in the garden
Voluptuous and new
Bursting with promise
And moist with the dew
Awakens in me
The desire for you
To make me the work of your hand.
Oh our souls are soil…
Turn
Turn again
Turn again
Our souls are soil
Won’t you turn them again.
We feasted that day
Without a care
Using spoonfuls of pepper
That would singe your hair
A worm in my apple
Breaking the curse
Renewing my love for the earth
Luminous colors
Breaking the gloom
Red of the martyrs
And royalty’s blue
Arrows of gentian
A wall shot with light
Firebrand piercing me through
Oh our souls are soil…
Oh my soul is soil
Turn me gently
My soul is soil
Won’t you turn me again.
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Greek to me
2005
Well all those ancient historians
Would have been so glad the other night
I was at the airport
And it was like a field‐trip
from some book you dusted off in seventh grade
They’re all sitting there
Waiting for a plane to arrive
Old Socrates sitting in a corner
Pretty in pink
Called me over
Methodically extended an ice‐cold tankard
And said, “Hey, son, have a drink.”
Said: “Here’s something to take the edge off while you wait.”
I said, “No, man, I’m good, I don’t do that stuff.”
Heplock, hemlock, deadlock, brainlock
It’s all Greek to me
That’s right – yeah, it’s all Greek to me.
Well old Paul the holy apostle
He’s standing over by the baggage claim
Trying to sell someone a tent
He’s taking an unfathomable interest in the stonework around the conveyor belt
He seems kind of out of place
What with his stutter and that weird thorn‐thing sticking out of his ankle
And he seems really concerned that everyone’s misinterpreted the things he said about women.
He said, “You know, I never said half the stuff they think I said.
It’s just how the translators did their work.”
I say, “Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians.
Sorry man, it’s all Greek to me.”
Huh‐huh…It’s all Greek to me.
Well Nero’s sitting in the restaurant
Watching the NBA Finals
The closest thing he could find to a circus, spoiled brat.
He’s ordering another round at the bar
And he lets me pick up the tab
He pulls out a violin case
He says, “Do you like music? Well, so do I. Let’s fiddle while the sparks fly!”
Roman master, meet the pastor
Playin faster
Hey man, I got a Stratocaster.
It’s all Greek to me – huh, huh.
You know, it’s all Greek to me.
You know, old John the Baptist
He’s all done up in his camel hair and belt
He’s got a tray of hors d’oeuvres
And he’s trying to hawk them to people outside, telling them about the end of the world.
He’s got locusts and honey
And some other really bizarre‐looking stuff on rye Triscuits.
He looks me in the eye and he says,
“You watch a girl dance,
It’ll go right to your head.”
I say, “Man, you’ve got no idea what you just said.”
Seven veils, happy trails
Hairy males, No this ain’t Veggie Tales.
It’s all Greek to me.
And over our heads, all hell breaks loose on the TV monitors.
Bill Haley’s fighting it out with Bill O’Reilly Who is trying to tell me about some girl that got abducted and what they did or didn’t do to her.
And meanwhile, Rupert Murdoch,
somewhere on a yacht,
is tightening his grip on the captive audiences.
Popping olives like they were something stronger.
Socrates, Nero, John and Paul
After all these years haven’t we learned at all?
Politics, idee‐fixe, get the latest pics
GOP, DNC, you think it really matters to me?
Deep Throat, what they wrote, really got your goat.
Filibuster, willie‐duster, power‐luster, Paternoster
It’s all Greek to me – huh‐huh.
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Bricks without straw
2005
You gave them all that they asked for
But it wasn’t enough
They took all your achievements
And they ground them into the dust
Into the dust.
Those bean‐counting servants
Of the fiscally wise
Never could raise their myopic eyes
To see beyond
The bottom line.
You gave your life‐blood
Making bricks without straw
Your life‐blood
Making bricks without straw
As God is my witness
Your life has a plan
Drawing you up
And out of this land
Out of this land.
Let go of the flesh‐pots
Of dull‐edged excess
You don’t need them
To prove your success
The cloud and the fire
Are before you.
Cause I’ve seen the future
And I know how it will end
And I’m living with that vision
And so are you my friends.
Don’t try to restrain them
Leave your Hummer at camp
Where they are going
You can’t force them back
The waters are parting
The waters are parting
And I’m sad to see you go
But I know that it’s right
Watch you walk out
With your heads held high
Get on the road now
Don’t look back
No more making
Those bricks without straw
Let someone else make
Those bricks without straw
And in the howling wind
Hear the wheels cry
Stuck forever
Where the sun don’t shine.
Wall of water
Canopy of blue
Solid ground beneath you
As you keep on walking through
Wall of water
Canopy of blue
Solid ground beneath you
As you keep on walking through
Keep on walking through.
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Paris
2005
Paris in winter
Is colder than ice
We arrived with our love on the rocks
Too young to drink
But old enough to bear
The weight of our question.
When you love at long‐distance
There comes a time to decide
Will you break up
Or seal your commitment?
A weekend together
Seemed good at the time
To help us say what we both wanted.
Oh, how we danced
How we danced with the moon up above
Stumbling and tumbling
And stumbling again
The Parisian waltz of our love.
We walked to Emmaus
On the Champs‐Elysées
Talking in circles, not seeing
No tour‐guide beside us
To show us the way
But still our hearts were burning.
We sat by the river
And tested our depths
Could we put out the fire deep within us
The future arising
Like smoke from our lips
Till debating drove us to silence
Oh, how we danced
How we danced with the moon up above
Stumbling and tumbling
And stumbling again
The Parisian waltz of our love.
The walls of the buildings
Had fingers that grabbed
Pressing inwards
Urging onwards
Saying:
This is the city of love…
This is the city of love…
This is the city of love…
At one in the morning
On New Year’s Eve eve
You smiled as you birthed the request
I asked you the same
We counted to three
And said:
Yes… Yes… Yes…
Oh, how we danced
How we danced with the moon up above
Stumbling and tumbling
And stumbling again
The Parisian waltz of our love.
Lai, lai, lai, lai…
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Half moon over Austin
2005
I’m standing at the window
As the sun goes down.
You’re singing softly
As you dry your hair.
And I feel your warmth beside me
As you lace your hand in mine
And we watch that silver dollar
Rise in the air.
It’s a difficult thing to join
Two strong souls together
With very different calls
You don’t know where you’ll end.
But in all these years of constant change
Your wedding gift remains
You’re still the lover
Who is my best friend.
Half‐moon over Austin
With your love and music
Shaking down the dawn.
Gonna fill the holes
Within our souls
And then be moving on
We can sleep when we get home
Half‐moon, shine on.
Somehow having kids
Can turn a man into a child
You gain a sense of fun
But you can lose your nerve.
So it’s good to be reminded
That you and I can still stay out till four
And gaze in each other’s eyes
Till they shut the door.
Oh… Half‐moon over Austin…
There are times in life
When everything stands still
There are other times
When everything goes too fast
But tonight as I sit and hold your gaze
The clocks just lost their hands
This moment’s like a chord
That never ends
Oh… Half‐moon over Austin…
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Platform No. 9
2005
Well I’m writing you this letter
From platform number nine
Got my backpack and my chocolate bars
And your picture in my mind.
Well I’m chekin’ out the chicks as they pass
Seein’ all the competition
Makes me smile
Cause the more I see reminds me
It’s you I’m really missin’
There are lots of women in the world
I know – I’ve seen a few
But the longer we’re together babe
I only want to be with you.
Un… deux… trois…. Huhh!
Well those Swiss girls they are solid
With their hair up in a braid
Like a stopwatch up on steroids
They will organize your day.
The French girls bring you flowers
When they call you out to play
With their baguettes and their almonds and their chocolate and whatever
And their café au lait
Well those magnificent Dutch girls
They’ll tower over your head
And they’ll throw you over their shoulder
When it’s time for bed
Scandinavian beauties
With their eyes icy blue
Know how to say “Ja!” in any language
And they’ll mean it for you
There are lots of pretty faces
From the Channel to the Baltic Sea
But out of all the women in the world
You’re the only one for me.
Ein… Zwei… Drei… Huhh!
Well Italian girls got passion
Oh yeah… it’ll flare up at a spark
But you know, boys,
That could be an advantage
When your hands touch in the dark (Ow!)
And those sweet English lasses
They’re a dangerous rose
You know they’re not as prim as you suppose.
Because at night‐time, when the sun goes down
They go out clubbing
Wearing hardly any clothes
(Ha ha – what! what! – ha ha ha ha!)
Well there are lots of women in the world
I know – I’ve seen a few
But the longer we’re together honey
I only want to be with you
There are lots of pretty faces
From the Channel to the Baltic Sea
But out of all the women in this world
You’re the only one for me.
You’re the only woman for me
You’re only one for me.
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Self‐help and satisfaction
2005
There are lots of people who will tell you
That you’re not what you should be
They’ll give you books and magazines
And seminars for free
Well I’m here to say that good advice
Ain’t worth a pail of pee.
Self‐help and satisfaction
Ain’t done a lot for me.
For fifteen years, I had the crazy wish
To work on my physique
I grunted like a randy boar
At the Y three times a week.
Didn’t end up looking like Ahh‐nuld
More like Elmer Fudd in heat!
Self‐help and satisfaction
Ain’t done a lot for me
Self‐help and happiness
A Speedo and a muscle‐T
Great pecs and a six‐pack
Gonna make me a love machine!
You can take your pick of all the ways
To get rid of your misery,
Self‐help and satisfaction
Ain’t done a lot for me.
I tried to give up talking
Like a bloke from overseas
I learned to spell without a “u”
And to count from A to “Zee”
But still my trans‐Atlantic drawl
Don’t fit THE LAND OF THE FREE
AND THE HOME OF
Self‐help and satisfaction
Ain’t done a lot for me.
Self‐help and happiness
From sea to shining sea
Yankee elocution
No more “rain in Spain” for me
You can take your pick of all the ways
To get rid of your misery,
Self‐help and satisfaction
Ain’t done a lot for me.
I got a box of shiny tapes
On how to grow my self‐esteem
How to put on a sunny outlook
No matter how bad things might seem.
You just look at yourself in the mirror, put on a smile, and say…
I FEEL HAPPY,
I FEEL HEALTHY,
I FEEL TERRIFIC!
I FEEL HAPPY,
I FEEL HEALTHY,
I FEEL TERRIFIC!
(Oh, come on…)
Self‐help and satisfaction
Ain’t done a lot for me.
By now I should know better
Than to stupidly believe
Those headband‐wearing gurus
Who throw in Ginsu knives for free.
But each time I get suckered in
And forget what’s plain to see
Self‐help and satisfaction
Ain’t done a lot for me.
Self‐help and happiness
In the land of the free
Only three installments of $19.99
Will get you a money‐back guarantee
You can take your pick of all the ways
To get rid of your misery
Self‐help and satisfaction
Ain’t done a lot for me.
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A cord with three strands
2005
If I stumble and fall
Will you lift me up?
When I lie down
Will you keep me warm?
When I’m overwhelmed
Will you stand by me?
A cord with three strands
Is not quickly broken.
A cord with three strands
Is not quickly broken.
There’s a madness in every heart
That we carry through the years.
Dreams come with many cares
And the stubbornness of words.
Rather be a kickin’ dog
Than a lion that’s dead and gone
While we have breath,
There’s a flicker of hope
And we keep on holding on.
If all you want is money
Money will never be enough
If collecting things is what turns you on
Well, you’ll never have enough stuff
Send your bread out on the waters
One day you’ll get it back.
Grab onto that golden strand
It’s the one thing that you lack.
So drink your wine with a merry heart
With enjoyment eat your bread
Walk out in your party whites
Keep oil upon your head
Whatever your hand finds to do
Won’t you do it with all of your might
Enjoy yourself with the one you love
For this is your portion in life.
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My life is in your hands
2005
Opened the window late last night
And the breath came blowing in
The only companion in another sleepless night
Watched my candle bend in that wind
I’m on fire now, stretchin’ upwards
Let the morning begin.
Sittin by the river
Carried me away
Put me in a different country
Where that sea of crystal lay
And the stingin’ touch
Of a burning coal
Steam rising
I’m on fire now
I can almost see the day
Well I rode with the prophets
Through the open fields
Isaiah and his empires
Bruce with his helicopters and his silver wheels
And the saline drip
And the open wound
Stunned into silence
But inside I’m on fire now
Let the light begin to heal
The landscape is littered
With the broken remains
Of a life that could never be whole
What does it profit a man
If he gains the whole world
But loses his soul?
There’s a fever in my room
The buzzing of the street outside
That’s how I left in ‘89
It’s how I’ll leave you tonight
Cause my soul’s on fire now
And my life is in your hands.
My life is in your hands
My life is in your hands
Into your hands…
Sing Something Pretty (2003)
Better look out cause the dove’s coming down
2003
Out of the masses steps the wandering fool
The sky’s torn open, but the water is cool
Hush little child, won’t you dry your eyes
The joker in the middle just showed up wise
There’s a new revelation that’s turning around
You better look out cause the dove’s coming down.
Hope springs up in a gathering storm
Lightning’s flowing but resistance is strong
Sons of thunder bring you daughters of remorse
If you want to hit the finish better stay the course
There’s a new revelation that’s turning around
You better look out cause the dove’s coming down.
When you brooded over chaos, did you see me?
Was my name inscribed the day you raised the dead?
Will I see the heavens opened?
Will I hear you call my name?
Will you drive me to the desert?
Will you bring me home again?
White‐clad figures in the middle of town
Angels of justice taking all that they found
Gap‐toothed grin, but it’s not in the book
The problem is a promise if you know how to look
There’s a new revelation that’s turning around
You better look out cause the dove’s coming down.
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The Man
2004
When there’s no way you can lose
Can you really say you won?
Just roll the rock back down the hill
Start pushing up again
When the hawks are singing sweetly
And the writers stay in bed
When the golden throne is empty
And it’s going to your head
Don’t you fret… don’t you fret
Cause it’s all about the Man.
When your faithful servants tire
Of tracking trailers in the sand
And your deputies admit
To diplomatic sleight‐of‐hand
When the lights go up and they realize
You always had this plan
You gotta find a way to justify
The chaos in the land
Well don’t you fret – they’ll soon forget
That it’s all about the Man.
Saving daylight, saving time.
Saving souls – least yours and mine.
Saving money, saving jive,
Saving trouble, saving lives
Until next time.
When we gotcha on the General B.
When her cousin’s ship went down
We wrapped ourselves in fish and chips
And everyone came round
When you’re reading in My Utmost
The highest power comes down
And whispers in your leaden ear
Tear down, build up, and never fear
Don’t you fret – it’s heaven‐set
And it’s all about the Man.
Saving daylight, saving time.
Saving souls – least yours and mine.
Saving money, saving jive,
Saving trouble, saving lives
Until next time.
There are known knowns…
There are things we know we know
There are known unknowns…
Things we know we do not know
There are also unknown unknowns…
The ones we don’t know that we don’t know
The Holy Bible’s got some words
I think you ought to hear
If you start a boulder rolling
It’s gonna hit you in the rear.
If you dig a pit for others
You’ll fall in, soon or late
Flattering works ruin
And lying leads to hate
[Proverbs 26:27–28]
The names and faces, they may change
But the cancer still remains
All the trappings and the sleazy friends
Free willy and a box of M&Ms
I’ll cook you up some bacon
Write a book and take my place
In the greasy greasy pantheon
Of the ones who fell from grace.
But don’t you fret – my comeback’s set
Cause it’s all about the man.
Ain’t it a gas It’s come to pass
Cause it’s all about the man.
Ain’t it a fraud It’s not about God
It’s all about the man.
Ain’t it great – Don’t misunderestimate
It’s all about the man.
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Puppy Love
2004
Never knew this kind of love
Till you laid it on me strong
Always there beside me
Don’t matter what’s going on.
When I’m feeling kind of blue,
You chase the gray away.
When I’m getting kind of crazy
We celebrate all day
Puppy love,
Puppy love,
Won’t you give me some of that old‐time
Puppy love.
The first time that I saw you
You were so shy
Never showed your face
To the casual eye
But you warmed my soul
From the very start
Made me love you, honey
Way down deep in my heart…
Oh puppy love
Puppy love,
Won’t you give me some of that old‐time
Puppy love.
When we stroll through the 'hood
People turn and stare
See you at my side
You’re looking so fair
Well they can look and wish
But they gotta understand
I got you babe
Yeah, I’m your man.
Oh puppy love
Puppy love,
Won’t you give me some of that old‐time
Puppy love.
The way you nip my knees
The way you yank my chain
The way you lick my toes
Sweet love bites
When we roll on the floor
Oh, the feel of your nose
Three blind mice
Barbie’s lost her toes
Two maimed monkeys
And a pig with no nose
Homework notes
Pencils and bones
Things keep disappearing
When you’re home aloooooooonnnnnnne!
Puppy love,
Puppy love,
Won’t you give me some of that old‐time
Puppy love.
Puppy love,
Puppy love,
Won’t you give me some of that old‐time
Won’t you give me some of that old‐time
Won’t you give me some of that old‐time
Puppy love.
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Why are you looking
2003
Why are you looking
For the living among the dead?
He is not here.
They took your brother
And they put him in a box
Took your brother
And they wrote that it was him
Then they put him in the attic
And they left him there to rot
And they found him on the toilet
And they said that it’s a shock
But it’s really just a teaser
For your wild imagination
A cherry‐colored cat and some
Sensational
Ex…ploi…ta…tion.
Why are you looking…
She and her husband
They were sitting in their chairs
And her husband
While the TV flickered on.
When they woke up it was one AM
And time to go to bed
He went into the kitchen
And he reached toward his head
Then she saw that he was falling
And her neighbor called the cop
But his body was not living
By the time that he had
Reached… the… ground
Why are you looking…
The grieving lady
Doesn’t know what she will do
Grieving lady
Takes a walk out in the garden
The scene that she discovers
Makes her crazy, makes her sad
She doesn’t know the reason
And it ruins all her plans
Then the gardener unlocks for her
The meaning of the day
And she runs to tell the others
She’s got something
New… to… say.
Why are you looking…
I do not worry
'Bout the day that I will die
Do not worry
For I know a little secret
It’s the mystery they discovered
When they went into the attic
It’s the mystery they discovered
When they went into the kitchen
They found the entrance open
And the clothing neatly piled
And the gentlemen in linen
With their awkward… little… question.
Why are you looking…
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The blade
2003
Twisting and turning
The dagger descends
Opening, revealing
Why carry alone
What you can give away
A strange gift
To spread abroad.
I never meant
To give you that knife
I never meant
For you to use it.
Don’t.
A slice of love?
My joy became that blade
Twisting and turning.
I don’t want to be
The one to make you suffer
I don’t want to be
The one to cause you pain
Twisting and turning
The dagger descends
Opening, revealing
Why carry alone
What you can give away
A strange gift
To spread abroad.
I don’t want to be
The one that makes you suffer
I don’t want to be
The one to cause you pain
I'd rather take that blade
To my own vein
Than see you like this.
Twisting, turning
Opening, revealing
Is there life
When the marrow
Leaves the bone?
Is there life
When the marrow
Leaves the bone?
Twisting, turning
Is there life
When the marrow
Leaves the bone?
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My car won’t go
2004
My car won’t go, My car won’t go
Got my suitcase in the back seat
My honey riding by me
But my car won’t go
My car won’t go, My car won’t go
Got my suitcase in the back seat
My honey riding by me
But my ca ca ca ca ca ca ca ca car… won’t go
Driving on the highway, took my baby for a meal
A hungry little nail took a bite out of my wheel.
Thumping funky rhythm – got to shimmy to the station,
Plug that hole before the giant sucking sound gets bigger.
My car won't go...
My sandwich on the back seat...
My salad on the back seat...
Funny little smell blowing in by my knees.
I bagged a stripy trophy hanging out there in the breeze.
Steamin’ stinkin’ ornament, clearing every street
I’m headin’ for the car wash just to clean the air
My car won’t go...
Sort of goes...
Sunscreen on the back seat....
Bible on the dashboard....
Wipers jump when the car is turning left
There’s something making whoopee in the ventilator duct
I don’t know how the radio got stuck on AOR
I’m running out of patience and I want my NPR!
The man at the garage said “This looks kind of funny”
He pulled out all the wires and he tied them up like honey
Now I’m drivin home again, my eyes are filled with tears
They fixed my car all right, but now I’ll pay them back for years.
My car drives fine, My car drives fine
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but it goes just like a rocket
Yeah my car drives fine.
My car drives good, My car drives great
Now I’m saving all my cash so I can buy myself some gas
Cause my ca ca ca ca ca car… drives great
Yes it does, drives fine.
[Hop in honey, stick the salad in the back, get the kids, get the dashboard, get the Bible up there – we’re gonna go for a ride… My car drives fine, oh yeah – uh huh…]
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Who is so great
2001
Who is so great a God?
Who is so great?
Who is so great a God as our God?
Who is so great?
You’re the God of wonders
And your arm is strong
And your power is seen in the earth
Your name is holy over all.
I cry to God
Won’t you hear my prayer, O Lord?
I reach my hands to you.
I cry to God
And my soul will not be still.
I call to mind what you have done.
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In the evening
2004
In the evening, when the world is sleeping
I will be waiting for you.
When the children cease their stirring
And the day’s work is through,
Sweet conversation, coffee and crème brulee
A candle burning, push the shadows away.
My love, you have all of my heart.
My love, you have all of my heart.
When the fireflies light the back yard
And the night breeze brushes your hair
Sit beside me on the back step
With a cool drink on your knee.
Sweet conversation, tonic and a slice of lime.
A candle burning slows the passing of time.
My love, you have all of my heart.
My love, you have all of my heart.
You know it’s been a long way out
It’s gonna be a long way yet.
But as long as I’m walking with your hand in my hand
The journey is never too long
Let the rains fall, let that wind blow,
Cause we’re soaked to the skin but we’re glowing within
And our bodies shout neon, We’re alive!
When the ice floes shimmer brightly
And the sandscape is frozen hard,
Walk beside me on the shoreline
See the future come into view.
Sweet conversation, shelter from the storm,
A candle burning as the future is born.
My love, you have all of my heart.
My love, you have all of my heart.
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Bless the Lord, my soul
2001
Bless the Lord, my soul,
All that is within me;
Bless the Lord, my soul,
Bless his holy name. (x2)
The Lord is merciful and gracious,
Slow to anger, loving us forever.
For as high as heaven’s above the earth,
So vast is his great love.
As far as east from west he takes our sins away.
God’s steadfast love is everlasting
To those who put their trust in him.
His righteousness continues to the
Children of the children
Of the children who remember his commands.
The Lord has set his throne in heaven
And his kingdom rules over all.
Bless the Lord, you angels,
Bless the Lord, you hosts,
Bless the Lord, all creatures on the earth.
