1. |
Song to Come True
02:23
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O the rain dances down
In tin shoes on the housetop
And the dark cloaks the sky like a grave
But in your eyes there’s a spark
And it glows like the candlelight
Flickering feebly against the pane
Just close your eyes and you’ll see
The world as it’s meant to be
The world as you only have dreamed
Open your eyes now and be
The one you were meant to be
As true and as strong and as brave
Do not flinch from the rain
Do not dread the dark of the night
Do not cower before your own tomb
Sing a story of day
Sing a story of redemption
Sing a story to make us come true
We’ll close our eyes and we’ll see
The world as it’s meant to be
The world as we always believed
Open our eyes and we’ll be
The ones we have hoped to be
As true and as strong and as brave
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2. |
the Ship and the Pier
05:12
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I will write
The truth
Upon your forehead
I will carve
Your true name
Upon my hand
I will bathe
Your courage
And your wishes
And your luck
Until they gleam
Bright as morning again
Will you love me
And be my friend
For the world is terrible lonely
Will you love me
And be my friend
For the world is terrible sad
We've been worn
Down and dingified
And gunked up
And unnerved
But we can
Be scrubbed clean
We can live
Like we never learned
What pain feels like
Or mockery
Or fear
Or how bad things can be
We won’t waste
All our luck
On cars and airplanes
We will quench
Our thirst with tall-ships
And tests
We will trade
Our old, dirty
Broke-down wishes
For a new hope
Where our hearts
And souls and bodies can nest.
Where you can love me
And be my friend
Though the world is terrible lonely
Will you love me
And be my friend
For the world is terrible sad
There can be snow and foes
And red lanterns and somersaults
There can be snow and foes
And red lanterns and somersaults
There can be snow and foes
And red lanterns and somersaults
There can be snow and foes
And red lanterns and somersaults
If you love me
And be my friend
For the world is terrible lonely
Will you love me
And be my friend
For the world is terrible sad
Will you write
The truth
Upon my forehead
Will you carve
My true name
Upon your hand
Will you bathe
My courage
And my wishes
And my luck
Until they gleam
Bright as morning again
Will you love me…
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3. |
Hymn for St. Flannery
05:35
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Jesus came on cold straw
Jesus was warmed by the breath of an ox
Who is this blue-cold child
And this woman plain as the winter
Is this the word of God, this blue cold child
Is this His will, this plain winter woman
Love cuts like the cold wind
And the will of God is plain as the winter
Where is the summer will of God
Where are the green seasons of God’s will
Love cuts like the cold wind
And the will of God is plain as the winter
Jesus grew up and raised the dead
The dead are dead and can stay that way
What do we want with the dead alive
The dead are dead and can stay that way
O you people
They nailed him to a cross
They run a spear through his side
Now we can get some peace
Now we can ease our minds
O you people
Jesus is coming again
The stars are going to perch on his shoulder
And when he calls it the sun
Is going to fall like a goose for his feast
If you don’t know him now
You won’t know him then
O you people
Love cuts like the cold wind
And the will of God is plain as the winter
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4. |
Borne Away
03:54
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The road it is rough
And the hearse has no springs
Hark to the tune
That the sad driver sings
Rattle his bones over the stones
Rattle his bones o'er the stones
When we did breathe
All our breath was for holding
When we did sing
All our songs were unture
When our lungs emptied
Wild winds fell upon us
When our song ended
The stars sang anew
When you could run
You did falter and stumble
When I could scream
I would not speak your name
When you were stilled
You flew faster than terror
When my voice died
I cried louder than pain
Borne away
All my sorrow
Borne away
All my fear
Borne away far beyond the farthest reaches
Where nobody owns paupers like me
What good is breath
If you never breathe deeply
What good is light
If you can't bear to see
What good is love
If you never embrace it
What fear in death
If you never were free
Borne away
All my weakness
Borne away
All my tears
Borne away far beyond the farthest reaches
Where nobody owns paupers like me
The road it is rough
And the hearse has no springs
Hark to the tune
That the sad driver sings
Rattle his bones over the stones
Rattle his bones o'er the stones
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fm shipp and the reckless enablers New Orleans, Louisiana
liturgist, poet, pastor, music-maker, book-devourer, pelican-fancier (the birds, not the ball team--nothing against them; i just don't fancy them), aspiring chaplain to the revolution, creature.
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