1. |
Be That As It May
04:04
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Let the moonlight pour into the room,
Hushed voices carry ’cross the pond
I may hear the knock
On the door behind me, locked
Where inside I am a child still hard at play
Be that as it may
Let the boat set sail across the page,
Weather the storms, find a peaceful shore
I’ll live with the taps
On the window at my back,
The friends I’ve lost, and words I didn’t say
Be that as it may
And through thick walls built out of mist
I see the girl I never kissed
Every open door I ever missed
And the many times I lost my way
Be that as it may
Let the ink flow like a river’s course,
Through the vale of death to a serene sea
Gentle as a prayer,
Ferocious as a dare
To run the race on hobbled feet of clay
Be that as it may
Be that as it may
Be that as it may
Be that as it may
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2. |
Signs And Wonders
03:45
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(For my Grand-daughters, Eva and Mia,
my “signs and wonders”)
The prophets and the oracles are silent
The holy books are closed,
Like everybody’s heart and soul
The well is dry, no miracles expected
It all remains the same,
And will until the world goes up in flames
But your love tells me what will be,
It tears the veil asunder
And in the grace of your sweet lovely face
I see
Signs and wonders
The night despairs, the day is unforgiving
Prayers die on the wind;
There are no angels left to gather them
And we’re all in a war that’s neverending
No help is on the way
And wisdom says “There’s nothing left
to say”
But your love’s like a waking dream
Beyond the rain and thunder
It breaks the seal, the light reveals
these coming things
Signs and wonders
And in your eyes healing’s begun,
Blessed days are without number
And with your touch, I see
the world that is to come
Through signs and wonders
Signs and wonders
Signs and wonders
Signs and wonders
Signs and wonders
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3. |
The Meek
04:33
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You cannot hear my silence
Through the roar of your screed
You dream of bended knees on the floor
You wanna watch them bleed
There seems to be no entry point
To the world of your good graces,
Except to strap ourselves to the chair
Of your electric pages
Who are the last, who are the first?
Who will inherit the earth?
The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek
Laughs all around; they’re so weak
The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek
The vote is in: their future’s bleak
Campaigning for your own existence,
The need to be seen
Love takes effort, hatred comes easy,
Just throw it up on your screen
Enthralled to your own momentum,
A feast on the power
Of self-righteous indignation
Watch the idiots cower
Who are the blessed, who are the cursed?
Who will inherit the earth?
The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek,
These fools that turn the other cheek
The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek,
Their kind are easy to defeat
You’re like a history book I’ve closed
And put back on the shelf
It’s not likely I’ll read you again
Unless you’re someone else
Gone is my mental squint
That tried to form a different picture
It’s clear now, you’re a loaded gun
And an itchy trigger finger
Who are the best, who are the worst?
Who will inherit the earth?
The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek
What’s this foreign language that
they speak?
The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek
A two-thousand-plus-year losing streak
The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek
The meek, the meek, the meek, the meek
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4. |
The Very One I Love
04:34
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I am hungry for it
Crying out for it
‘Cos I can only go so far
Be more than amazed with it
I want to bathe in it
Fall into the Morning Star
I’m on the outside of the world
I’m on the wrong side of the door
I want to wear the brightness of the sun
Drink deep the glory
And thirst no more
I wanna dance (inside your beauty)
I wanna laugh (inside your splendor)
I wanna pass through the passing shadows
of the world
Into the very One I love
I am broken for it
I am dying for it
Beyond these hints of coming things
More than awe and wonder,
I want to breathe the thunder
Feel latter rain flow through my veins
I’m on the outside looking in
Through a glass too dark to see behind it all
Left with a longing to embrace
The shapes and shadows on the wall
I wanna dance (inside your beauty)
I wanna laugh (inside your splendor)
I wanna pass through the passing shadows
of the world
Into the very One I love
I’m on the outside of the world
I’m on the wrong side of the door
I want to wear the brightness of the sun,
Drink deep the glory
And thirst no more
I wanna dance (inside your beauty)
I wanna laugh (inside your splendor)
I wanna pass the through the passing shadows of the world
Into the very One I love
Into the very One I love...
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5. |
I Plan, God Laughs
04:23
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It’s another door slammed and bolted
It’s one more window locked
You were on your way back home and
now you’re not
With my fingers I form a steeple
In such a way when I open my hands
there’s no one home
Then I call your number
Just to hear your message on the phone
Maybe next month
Maybe next year
Oh my oh my it’s been a long long time
I plan, God laughs
I plan, God laughs
Here’s another faded photo
In the year before things changed
I took hard that betrayal
Of an old friend, now estranged
How could I be so mistaken
Why couldn’t I see in all that time
I’d been walking a wire?
Or that I’d be one of many who
Got torched in his scorched-earth fire?
I thought by now
He’d come around
All would be forgiven ‘cos
Love would break us down
I planned, God laughed
I planned, God laughed
The day’s as restless as a land-locked sailor
Anxious to move on from old history
His baggage is ready and stacked
Against the wall with a yellowing map
And he’s dreaming of the whispering sea
“You’ll dig a hole to China,”
Said my younger days,
“And die before you get old,
Go out in a glorious blaze”
I won’t be aloof like my father,
Rest his soul, or like my mother
Worried about too many things
Pull myself up by my boot-straps,
Be an optimistic dancer in the rain
Maybe next week,
Sometime this year
These things don’t happen over night
God plans, I laugh
God plans, I laugh
God plans, I laugh
God plans, I laugh...
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6. |
A Song You Cannot Hear
04:08
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I’m singing
Maybe just to myself
Though I wrote this
For you and no one else
When my lips move
Your head turns
In the opposite direction
My heart beats
On the radar
Flying under your detection
So how can I make it clear?
Shout it out,
Or whisper in your ear?
How can you sing along
To a deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)?
Shadows moving
In between the lines
Figures dancing
Through the chords and rhymes
I pour the drinks and
Set the table
Resigned to starve for
Your attention
The strings swell,
They play the soundtrack
To your knack for indecision
So how do I spell it out
With love strong enough
To assuage your doubt?
And how can you sing along
To a deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)?
If you find
This page on a dusty shelf
When I’m gone,
It’s yours and for no one else
Take a moment
To drink in
The sweet wine of
Love and mercy
Down in the cellar of
These old pages
Behind a door marked
“For The Thirsty”
Meanwhile, a mystery
And maybe not really up to me
To get you to sing along
To a deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
A deeper song
(A song you cannot hear)
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7. |
Worried Waters
03:14
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I’m alive again
Called out of nothing
Awake and breathing
Called into being
A day to offer you
Maybe something you can’t hear
Any other way
And maybe worth believing
Time is running out of time
And time will tell
All will be well
And the Spirit moves
Over the heart’s worried waters
Divides day and night
Over the heart’s worried waters
Crying “Let there be light!”
Over the heart’s worried waters
We’re alive again
Called out of nothing
The dark receding
A new world revealing
Possibilities
A Mystery to embrace
Footprints and fingerprints
To where love is leading
Time is running out of time
And time will tell
All will be well
And the Spirit moves
Over the heart’s worried waters
Divides day and night
Over the heart’s worried waters
Crying “Let there be light!”
Over the heart’s worried waters
Who climbs the sacred hill?
Whose hands and feet were offered?
Who brings the wind to still?
Who walks on worried waters?
Who calls his sons and daughters
Over the heart’s worried waters?
And the Spirit moves
Over the heart’s worried waters
Divides day and night
Over the heart’s worried waters
Crying “Let there be light!”
Over the heart’s worried waters
Over the heart’s worried waters
“It is good!”
(“It is good!”)
I’m alive again
(“It is good!”)
I’m alive again
Called out of nothing
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8. |
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(Theme song from My Left Behind)
The lamb of God’s now an action figure
With one pierced hand he pulls the trigger,
As he texts his thoughts on Skype and Twitter
He’s big and bad
With six-pack abs,
Barbed wire tat,
Reversed ball cap,
With his bill in back
He’s a real go-getter!
Here’s the end of times as horror story
Where the troops reclaim lost territory
All is brawn, and guts, and glory
Stealth released
We will not cease
To kill for peace
We’ll slay the Beast
Increase our blood-soaked inventory
Soldiers to the Range Rovers
Lasers, tanks, and bulldozers!
Slay anti-Christ as we go forth
We’re The High Tech Tribulation Force!
In the grandstands cheer the chosen few
With not a lot of things to do
But enjoy the perks and the perfect view
Thrill to science fiction coming true
We’re big and bad
With six-pack abs
Playing taps by the grave of the golden rule
It’s soldiers to the Range Rovers,
Lasers, tanks, and bulldozers!
It’s Armageddon, sans remorse
We’re the High Tech Tribulation Force
The “meek and mild” is an action figure
With an itchy trigger finger
It’s an “It is finished” with a gun
A bloody war already won
Forget the “sinners friend,”
The “Gentle One”
This is what the Lamb of God’s become!
And welcome anarchists and Zionists
Receive the blessing of this violence!
Christian soldiers stay the course!
We’re The High Tech Tribulation Force!
We’re The High Tech Tribulation Force!
The Lamb of God is now an action figure
He says “I’ll be back,” like Schwarzenegger
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9. |
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I’ve left behind all my speculations
Won’t try my hand at writing end time prose
I won’t thrill you with deaths in the millions
Or take comfort in the blood that may flow
We’re already in a great tribulation
We’re all suffering to some degree
We are fallen and crawling to
the same finish line
Yes, these are the last days
These are the last days
These are the last days
For you
And me
The late great planet earth is still spinning
Armageddon’s on the back burner now
We’ve named anti-Christ’s
who have come and gone
Still not wise to the what when and how
Yes, we could go up in smoke tomorrow
Whatever end is a mystery
It’s said we are dying the day we are born
Yes, these are the last days
These are the last days
These are the last days
For you
And me
There’s no arsenal in my basement;
No guns or ammo or bombs
I’ll stock up on love for the haters
Draw on love when the weapons get drawn
My heart is The Valley of Megiddo
I am my own worst enemy
I’m not concerned about some
strange and vague future
Yes, these are the last days
These are the last days
These are the last days
For you
And me
These are the last days
These are the last days
These are the last days
For you
And for me
For you
And me
For you
And me
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10. |
In Our Waning Days
03:52
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Barbarians camped inside the gates
Careening clown cars, all without brakes
The father of lies in slinky drag arrives
To take charge of all the venomous snakes
iPhones: iStones turned to bread
The starving multitudes are easily fed
Down at the mall more “blah blah blah”
Feeds that beautiful face on that empty head
In our waning days
We gotta trust in a Lover
In our waning days
To help us go on loving others
Laugh out loud about the boring crowds;
Those bed-sheeted saints sitting up on clouds
It’s the same kind of joke
that’s a hope that floats
Down the river Styx, one big party boat
Little tin gods with a jones for praise
The priests of creation with a world to save
How proud some are of their right kind of car,
Driving around in a locked and gilded cage
In our waning days
We gotta trust in a lover
(a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
To help us go on loving others
(a Lover who will bring us home)
Grandstanding hauteur in a professor’s suit
A blowhard with a tiny horn and little toot
More enlightened than Christ,
with ready advice
For any sycophant who finds him astute
Homesick wanderers craving rest
Clinging to hope as long as they have breath
Hearts in waiting, anticipating
The arrival of someone who never left
In our waning days
We gotta trust in a lover
(a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
To help us go on loving others
(a Lover who will bring us home)
In our waning days
We gotta trust in a lover
(a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
To help us go on loving others
(a Lover who will bring us home)
In our waning days
(We need a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
(We need a Lover who will bring us home)
In our waning days
(We need a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
(We need a Lover who will bring us home)
In our waning days
We need a Lover
We need a Lover
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11. |
Deep Calling
05:28
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We wanted Resurrection
Without death
All the answers
Without doubt
Brilliant light
Without the darkness
All conclusions
Without process
Holy ground
Tongues of fire
Tameless breath
Fans the flame
We feel the ache of
Sweet desire
And hear the Name
Without a name
(I Am I Am I Am I Am...)
The dove descends
The wild wind blows
The fire falls
The water flows
Suffering begins this sojourn
Wakes us from our sleep
The dove descends...
Deep calling
Deep calling
Deep calling
Into deep
Thought we could dig a well
With a needle
Become martyrs
Without sacrifice
Wage and win a bloodless war
Read the lines but not the spaces
A veil is torn
Love’s blood is spilled
A desert’s drenched in
Latter rain
A mountain moves
A sea is stilled
We speak the Name
Without a name
(I Am I Am I Am I Am...)
The dove descends
The wild wind blows
The fire falls
The water flows
Suffering begins this sojourn
Wakes us from our sleep
The dove descends...
Deep calling
Deep calling
Deep calling
Into deep
Suffering begins this sojourn
Wakes us from our sleep
The dove descends
The wild wind blows
The fire falls
The water flows
Suffering begins this sojourn
Wakes us from our sleep
The dove descends
The wild wind blows
The fire falls
The water flows
Deep calling
Deep calling
Deep calling
Into deep
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12. |
This Beautiful Mystery
03:41
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Here’s a paradox, a parable
The transcendent, the ethereal
A parallel, a variable
Meek and mild and terrible
In his failure of imagination
Putting faith in charts and calculations
He was blind to all his limitations
While relishing every approbation
Where were we when the world was formed
The planets spun, the stars were born,
Jehovah riding on the storm
A cloak of darkness and light adorned
This Beautiful Mystery
In brick and mortar theology
She found shelter from troubling imagery
In the literal and the orderly
No enigmas in her glossary
When we could not grasp love this profound
We subdued it with a thorny crown
Whipped it into shape and nailed it down
Sealed the exit from the burial ground
And where were we when the world
was formed
The planets spun, the stars were born,
Jehovah riding on the storm
A cloak of darkness and light adorned
This Beautiful Mystery
This Beautiful Mystery
This Beautiful Mystery
This Beautiful Mystery….
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13. |
The Everlasting Man
06:47
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To G.K. Chesterton)
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 is
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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14. |
Flannery's Eyes
04:20
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(To Flannery O’Connor)
The peacock roosts at dusk,
Gradual hops, and then
From ground to fence to limb
Now the shimmer and the shakes begin
In a vanity that ends
With the eyes of God watching you
The ancient design raised
A regal, ultimate array
In ecstasy’s display
Look, an ordinary face!
The same supernatural grace
And the eyes of God watching you
In the meantime the bull hides
In the shadows of the trees
He’s sent to gore your side
With the grace of your disease
The bull is charging now
He will thrust and open up your side
Embrace him as he violently abides
In a rosary of mystery inside the
Glint in Flannery’s eyes
Like the eyes of God watching you
With the black man’s suffering
(The peacock roosts at dusk)
She tattoos the South’s Christ-haunted
skin (Gradual hops and then)
She thrusts her peacock-feathered pen
(From ground to fence to limb)
To strike the bloody page again
(Now the shimmer and the shakes begin)
She saw this dying for our sin
In the eyes of God,
Wounded eyes of God,
In the eyes of God
Watching you…
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A tell-tale heart is softly beating
Behind the walls, the floor, the ceiling
Of the locked room where we’re kneeling
To touch the stain left by your bleeding
Which formed this imprint of your head
Can these clues be more intriguing
When no who-done-it is this misleading?
We’ve deduced you can’t be breathing
So are we premature in grieving
Though it’s very clear that you are dead?
So bringing wits and secret ciphers,
iPads, quills, pens, and typewriters,
The book-world’s prominent insiders
Arrive to make our burden lighter
And to have a look around
That’s when Gaiman, Moore, and King say
“We have found a hidden doorway”
Then going down a winding staircase,
In Lewis Carroll-style, our foray
Shortly leads us underground
To a shadowy room that is concealing
Truths Sir Doyle’s candlelight’s revealing
Not dead-ends, canards, or double dealings,
Herrings red, or dark deceivings,
Folklore, myths, tall-tales, or fables
It is the thing we’ve all been seeking,
Once diaphanous and fleeting
A tell-tale heart still softly beating
Wrapped in parchment we are reading,
Nailed to a bloody, broken table
Wide-eyed, stunned, and barely breathing,
Each sleuth silently retreating
Without the need to say in leaving
“There is enough here for believing
That is, of course, assuming we are able”
So in the end there’s this,
The stunning final twist:
All in all
We never saw
All we are now seeing
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16. |
A Great Good Is Coming
05:43
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(To George MacDonald and his wife Louisa)
A great good is coming to you
Too big for this world to hold
We all know
Where this thing is leading
The still heart, dying breath,
The flesh gone cold
We need to know
A great good is coming to you
Too big for this world to hold
And soon
Very soon
Leaving now
A great good is coming to you
Too big for this world to hold
We all know
Where this thing is leading
The still heart, dying breath,
The flesh gone cold
We need to know
A great good is coming to you
Too big for this world to hold
And soon
Very soon
Leaving now
We’d be thankful if you could stay here longer
Embrace again with us our suffering and joy
And bound to the earth we’ll all be
buried under
But there’s a ticket to the Most High Country
In the pocket of your dust-woven jacket
A great good is coming to you
Too big for this world to hold
We all know
Where this thing is leading
The still heart, dying breath,
The flesh gone cold
We need to know
A great good is coming to you
Too big for this world to hold
And soon
Very soon
Leaving now
Go on throw off this messy,
struggling existence
Put on the garments made of everlasting light
Slip past our fears, our sorrows,
and your own resistance
Beyond those dashed and broken expectations
There is a “welcome” for you in the end
There is much more here than meets the eye
Much more much more much more
Your treasure is where your
longing heart resides
Inside the world’s great dissonant roar
Is the stillness of the kingdom come
A great good is coming to you
Too big for this world to hold
We all know
Where this thing is leading
The still heart, dying breath,
The flesh gone cold
We need to know
A great good is coming to you
Too big for this world to hold
And soon
Very soon
Leaving now
A great good is coming . . .
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17. |
Ave evA!
05:12
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(To my Grand-daughter with a love
that death cannot conquer)
This is not goodbye, life still goes on
A book is open and the curtain’s drawn
On the dance of spheres in love’s revue
And the choir of creation sings this song
to you
“Ave Eva!”
If I should trip and fall down a rabbit hole
We might meet again by the
lamp post in the snow
Or if I go missing in a mystery
Things may not be all that they appear to be
You’ll find clues in a book
called The Golden Key
There at the end of the rainbow
Or my dear if you hear I was never found,
Lost at sea when my old battered
ship went down,
Remember Water Babies like you and me
Can never ever drown
Ring the bells! All will be well! And . . .
Ave Eva!
Wear the light-bright gown of your innocence
Ave Eva!
And gather up the leaves of remembrance
Ave Eva!
Then toss them on the back of
the Northern Wind
They’ll lead you to The Well
At The World’s End
And a doormat by a door in
a willow tree, reading
“Ave Eva!”
Surprise! You’ve arrived just in time for tea
And the door is unlocked with your
golden key
Inside the tree is a fire in the fireplace,
A candle glowing in a window draped in lace,
Your favorite books on a bookshelf
by the winding stairs,
And in the threadbare arms of an old
armchair
Perhaps you’ll discover that I’m reading there
beneath a portrait of your face
Ring the bells! All will be well! And . . .
Ave Eva!
Follow Poppy’s old Mad Hatter’s hat
Ave Eva!
Dancing on a zephyr’s feral back
Ave Eva!
To a sailing ship in calm waters moored
And a brave, regal mouse
with his trusty sword;
Mouse and crew will bow
and welcome you aboard,
All hands on deck in one accord cheering
“Ave Eva!”
He’ll spread his map and speak of plans
for setting sail beyond Lenten Lands
Through a mirror is a meadow
you will cross until
You find a moonlit door in the face
of a mossy hill
Imagine I’m inside, or maybe running free
in a Secret Garden beyond the sea
Or busy stringing lights on
God’s Christmas tree
Where love’s built a castle in a happily
(ever after)
Eva you will find me ever after
Eva you will find me ever after
Eva you will find me
Ring the bells! All will be well!
Ave Eva! (3x)
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18. |
The Real Dream
04:08
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We will
Wake from
A good dream
A good dream
We will
Then realize
It’s a true thing
It’s a real dream
Watching for, listening for
What we don’t yet possess
And getting used to settling for
The more of something less
Where’s the echo that won’t fade away
But will increase and swell into
The sound of the perfect thing itself
So beautiful and true?
Where’s the promise fully realized
The thing that we’re made for
The scent of a rose we’ve never seen
The laughter behind the door?
We will
Wake from
A good dream
A good dream
We will
Then realize
It’s a true thing
A real dream
We will
Wake from
A good dream
A good dream
We will
Then realize
It’s a true thing
It’s a real dream
A real dream
A good dream
It’s a real dream
A real dream...
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19. |
Cloud Of Witnesses
04:03
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To Noël and my Water Babies, E.L.F and
Mia Moon)
And from my lofty vantage point
I came to watch over you
I said, “Please sir,” to an angel,
“remove your hat so I can get
a better view”
That’s when someone pulled a lever
And the misty curtain was withdrawn
On a scene of a little house with tall trees
And you laughed and danced
across its summer lawn
Where are you going in your
bright, clean, and innocent dress?
The cloud of witnesses says
“It’s anybody’s guess”
And then you crossed the equator
In a broken glass-bottom boat
In the bottomless depths of your ocean
You knew you had to sink and drown
To stay afloat
The years are timid and fleeting;
Tears of dew on morning grass
They took you to Loveland and bad lands
You didn’t notice there the faithful
Shepherd with his staff
Where are you going in your
bright, clean, and innocent dress?
The cloud of witnesses says
“It’s anybody’s guess”
And with your babies gone now
You’re learning how to let them go
Their memories dance across
your summer lawn and
Like those who came before,
You want to know
Where are they going in their
once clean and innocent dress?
The cloud of witnesses says
“It’s anybody’s guess”
Now you hold a faded photograph of
you in your Mother’s lap
You sigh as your old hand trembles
alongside these words that
I once scribbled on the back:
Where are you going in your
bright, clean, and innocent dress?
The cloud of witnesses says
“It’s anybody’s guess”
And all I can do for you today is
my very best
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20. |
Under The Mercy
05:11
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I’m not searching for proofs now
Here down deep in the depths
I have come to surrender
I’m not holding my breath
I won’t search for an exit
Or fight the current anymore
I’ll refuse any lifeline
I won’t reach for the shore
The water is living
I’m not here for a swim
Over its surface,
I’ve gone further in
Where all that I’m sure of
Is I’m drowning in your love
Under the Mercy
Going under the Mercy
The river is flowing
Toward places unknown
I’ll either survive this
Or I’ll sink like a stone
I’m resigned to going
Along for the ride
What’s the use in resisting
This irresistible tide?
The water is living
I’m not here for a swim
Over its surface,
I’ve gone further in
Where all that I’m sure of
Is I’m drowning in your love
Under the Mercy
Under the Mercy
Ooooooh...
The water is living
I’m not here for a swim
Over its surface,
I’ve gone further in
Where all that I’m sure of
Is I’m drowning in your love
Under the Mercy
Going under the Mercy
Under the Mercy
Under the Mercy
I’m going down again
(oh, the water is living)
Under the Mercy
I’m going down again
Under the Mercy
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21. |
Talitha Kum
05:18
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In Aramaic: “Little girl, I say to you, get up!”
Seated in the doorway
Jack’s jolly ghost appeared
Wearing a smoking jacket
And a boutonnière
He’d passed over on that morning in 1963
Wounded in the heart and head
Like Camelot and Kennedy
Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”)
I am Mob, the rioting mob
With chains to bind the free
And we cannot be forgiven
Our pig-headed blasphemy
We will dive into the waters
We will drown beneath the sea
These wingless swine too fat to fly
And navigate eternity
Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”)
(You are only sleeping; No, you are not dead)
Rise, child (“Talitha Kum”)
(The days of slumber fleeting
on your funereal bed)
New arrivals, long departed
Through a door now left unguarded
This is a mystery
Don’t ask me, let it be
Soon and very soon
Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”)
Come touch the garment of
The Word made flesh
“There is virtue flowing out of me”
It’s too late to ask the Sons of Thunder,
(the roaring sons of Zebedee)
Or the faithful, faithless fishermen
below the waves of Galilee
The drowned swine floating past them
or Jack’s ghost or Kennedy’s
Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”)
(You are only sleeping; No, you are not dead)
Rise, child (“Talitha Kum”)
(The days of slumber fleeting
on your funereal bed)
New arrivals, long departed
Through a door now left unguarded
This is a mystery
Don’t ask me, let it be
Soon and very soon
Oh, child (“Talitha Kum”)
Rise, child (“Talitha Kum”)
Rise, child (“Talitha Kum”)
Talitha Kum...
You are only sleeping
No, you are not dead
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