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I've Only Built Her Cloud
from the album "Avocado Faultline"
Words & Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2000 Zoom Daddy Music (BMI)
I've got a princess who
wears a second hand dress
She tells me "Baby,
I know you've done your best"
Though I've found comfort
In the love we vowed
I can't help thinkin' that I've
let her down
Well, I'd do anything
to make her proud
Deserves a castle
I've only built her a cloud
Each day I work hard,
But time, it is no friend
One day you look up
and find you're near the end
There are some words too
dark to say aloud
like how you're thinkin' that there's
no way out
Though she's got faith in me
I have my doubts
Dservers a castle
I've only built her a cloud
She says "This cloud is
pretty close to heaven,
we should count our lucky stars"
I've heard each cloud
has a silver lining,
but I just see the rain in ours
Love to surprise her,
give her diamonds and pearls
If I could do it
she knows I'd give her the world
Though I've found comfort
in the love we've vowed
I can't help thinkin' that I've
let her down
I'd do anything
to make her proud
Deserves a castle
I've only built her a cloud
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The Everlasting Man
07:14
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The Everlasting Man
To GK Chesterton
words and music: Terry Scott Taylor
©2018 Shape of Air Music, BMI
I ran into Chesterton outside the bar one sultry summer day
Roly-poly, sweating, he was wrapped in woolen folds of gray
St. Francis stood beside him, here’s what they had to say
“Everlasting Man, we see that you’ve still got your chest”
“Spread the good news,” Francis grinned, then added “Sometimes words are best”
“I concur,” laughed G.K., (pipe in hand, he checked the watch pulled from his vest)
“Go on about your business so you can finally get some rest”
“Prayers and fasting
For what we’re asking
Since this is not a small request
Love the saved, love the damned,
Great and small,
Like you they’re all
The Everlasting Man
The Everlasting Man
The Everlasting Man
The Everlasting Man”
I found the man called Thursday in the corner alone, quietly drinking beer
Though I knew he wasn’t thirsty since he’s always seated here
His skin brushed bright ethereal as he whispered to me loud and clear
“Everlasting Man, I see that you’ve still got your chest”
Then he spilled his drink and with a wink said, “Let the owner clean this mess
While you go about your business since you understand it more or less
Run along now son though it’s been fun to have you as my guest
Prayers and fasting
For what I’m asking
Since this is not a small request
Love the save, love the damned
Like you and me
Each one you see's
The Everlasting Man
The Everlasting Man
The Everlasting Man
The Everlasting Man
I sighed and closed the book in a room filled with the cold of an endless winter’s day
Father leaned back in his wingback chair saying “Son, you seem so very far away”
His face was crowded with familiar faces, it was no surprise to hear him say
“Everlasting Man, I see that you’ve still got your chest
And to do what you must do my boy, you will need to leave the nest”
Rising to my feet I said, “Father I will do my best
Since this is more than business; it truly is a quest”
In father’s face I could clearly see
The one’s I’d met, this Trinity
Where three are one, and one is three
And to the saved, and to the damned
To the small and the great
I Am
The Everlasting Man
The Everlasting Man
The Everlasting Man…..
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Holy Night, Darkest Night
from the Lost Dogs album "Nazarene Crying Towel"
(Words and Music by Terry Taylor)
©2002 Zoom Daddy Music (BMI)
In through the dark
Into his heart
Deep into deep we go under
The only beloved
The loved of the loved
How can we speak of the wonder?
Holy night
Darkest night
Deadly the wounds
The beautiful wounds
Healed in the clash of His thunder
Blood on the nails
Pinning the veil
The lightning that flashed tore asunder
Holy night
Darkest night
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I Get To Wondering
from the album "Mr Buechner's Dream"
Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Shape of Air Music/BMI
Are you hiding in this cloud,
(I get to wondering)
Behind this dark and angry shroud,
(I get ot wondering)
Among the strangers in the crowd?
(I get to wondering)
Chorus:
I get to wondering (3x)
If I've loved you at all
Were you the one behind the wheel
(I get to wondering)
In the hands that struck the deal?
(I get to wondering)
Would I want what you conceal?
(I get to wondering)
Repeat chorus
Were those real tears I cried?
Was that a real death I died
I'm wondering...
I'm looking through the bevelled glass
(I get to wondering)
Was that your shadow going past?
(I get to wondering)
Are these your footsteps in the grass?
(I get to wondering)
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Sensible Shoes And Action Slacks
words and music: Terry Scott Taylor
©2018 Shape of Air Music, BMI
I was drivin’ by the welfare line
When I decided to go for broke
And thread the eye of a needle
With a camel-load of rope
Dear, you did what you had to do
So I could do what I loved to do
But my appetite for dread was fed
When I heard from you
You said “We need to talk”
I thought “Not good..well, not ‘never,’
Hardly ever”
I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes
And putting on my action slacks
I plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts
I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream
Than get crushed by the weight of facts
I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes
And puttin’ on my action slacks
I watch a syncopated dashboard dance
(that little lady’s hula never gets old)
She’s keeping time to the great Miles Davis
Who was too young to be so old
I’m told he did what he had to do
So he could do what he loved to do
And thru the radio speaker’s blue mood fog
His smokey voice came through
He said “We need to talk”
I thought “That’s good…or it’s not,
I was never a go getter”
I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes
And putting on my action slacks
AAI plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts
I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream
Than get crushed by the weight of facts
I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes
And puttin’ on my action slacks
It’s time for Scully to call the game
I turn my radio down from “stun”
'Cuz his kind of beautiful music
Needs no bass and drum
He tells me “I agree with brother Miles,
You gotta do what you love, with style
And before I read the stats, son
You gotta pick up the ball and bat, son.
No more talk.”
I thought “That’s good. Very good”
Now I’m
Takin’ off my sensible shoes
And putting on my action slacks
I plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts
I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream
Than get crushed by the weight of facts
I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes….
Takin’ off my sensible shoes
Puttin’ on my action slacks
I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream
Than get crushed by the weight of facts
Takin’ off my sensible shoes
Puttin’ on my action slacks
Takin’ off my
Sensible shoes
Puttin’ on my
Action slacks
Soon will come the silent years
Spent waiting for the kingdom come
We’ll be woken from the sleep that sanctifies
By the pounding of celestial drums
And we’ll take off our worn out shoes
And put on our action slacks
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I Will Return - 2018
03:28
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I Will Return
from the DA album "Kalhöun"
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l.. ASCAP/BMI
And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast food counter
I will return
The descendants were born
And they danced their dances
Then the sound of their stumbling was great
Tilting the world off its axis
I will return
And the women gazed in their mirrors
Suitors brought them vials of perfume (quiet lives of desperation)
Then golden-haired locusts with the faces of angels
Sealed each of them up in a metal cocoon
And the life ran out
Just when it all seemed better
Here is a display in a granite museum
A shame on view forever
I will return, I will return
And the birdcage was eventually opened
A great flock of nuns flew away (meeting no one's expectations)
And the saints who had slept on the head of a pin
Came down from the sky at the end of all days
And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast food counter
I will return (I will be coming like a thief in the night)
I will return (I will be coming like a thief in the night)...
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