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Bridges
03:43
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Maybe we were made for this:
Betrayal, struggle, Judas’ kiss.
Maybe its naivety, to think that you would choose me.
I didn’t have to hold my weight.
To bookend years, to keep you safe.
Our story punctuated “stop”.
I’ll let you make it whatever you want.
I waited for you on a lonely road.
One I was sure your feet’d never know.
I craned my heart to see your point.
The knife struck true in every joint.
I stoked the tinder ‘neath my feet,
Doing so unwittingly.
I waited for you on a lonely road.
One I was sure your feet’d never know.
I’ll be your torch for today.
May the bridges you burn light your way.
(Oooh)
I waited for you on a lonely road.
One I was sure your feet’d never know.
I’ll be your torch for today.
May the bridges you burn light your way.
Oh I’ll be your torch for today.
May the bridges you burn light your way.
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Fig Tree
04:30
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I have been a while living in a field, watching you.
And I have seen from afar, the kind of things you love,
The kind of things you do.
I have heard a tale, of how you walked a road close to me.
Inside you was a hunger that needed to be filled, most hurriedly.
Out amidst the flowers stood a shapely, sturdy tree.
Beautiful, it beckoned sweetly the approach of your weary feet.
Kindly you inquired if it’d offer up a meal to eat.
“NO!” it said “I would rather be dead, than do what you ask of me.”
With a word you turned, a pang of grief in your heart.
It’s lovely form housed barren arms,
Alas! Lifeless was your art.
So, God if we meet in the dust of the street will you fail to wither me?
God if you see, oh, please, please, please
Will you fail to wither me?
I have been a while, living on my own,
Biding as I please.
Though my hands are empty, I know the words you have for me.
You see, I have closed my eyes, that the light may not be seen.
My ears deaf from the noise, that I might never hear you sing.
But I suppose your song is beautiful for those who want to hear,
And I suppose your eyes are blind with love, for all who dare draw near.
But God, if we meet in the dust of your feet, will you fail to wither me?
God if you see, I’m a renegade fiend, but will you fail, to wither me?
(Ohhh)
So, God if we meet in the dust of your feet, will you fail to wither me?
I deserve your curse, I’m unjust, I’m adverse.
So, will you fail to wither me?
I am out of place, I need mercy I need grace,
So, will you fail to wither me?
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Transference
03:25
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I tried to hide my trouble
But it left me deformed.
All my friends forgot my face,
And I was then forlorn.
I tried to wash my hands,
Of the guilt I found myself in,
But I scoured off all my skin,
My flesh exposed was worse off then.
So, I built myself a house,
To keep my body safe.
But my blood couldn’t keep it still
Or hold the stones in place.
So I dug my own grave,
And stared into that empty space,
I looked at my bare hands,
There was nothing there for me
To take within.
So I fell, just like my house and my terribly wrought
Rendition of perfection that I thought I’d bought
With my penance and my righteousness and religion,
There was nothing left to show for me,
No purposed in my end.
So, I waited for a word
Of a wilder love and fortitude I had once heard,
Yeah.
I lifted my dead soul, to the only God the Gospel said could make me whole.
And I couldn’t stand the weight,
For history does testify to this great grace,
The rock had shattered me,
And he put me back together,
Piece by piece.
Yeah, I was brought before a throne.
Great and white with bright light shone
Down on my once tattered skin,
And I found that now I was just like him
Yeah, I found that now I looked just like him.
Yeah, I found that now I was, just like him.
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In Hollows of Hills
03:51
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I’m down in this valley,
My arms long and thin.
And all these skeletons they,
Draw me in.
I’ve never seen daylight,
It won’t venture the edge
Of these terrible mountains
That build up the hedge.
In hollows of hills bones lie,
Their vibrance and color long died,
And I am among them, I stay
Among these unfortunate graves.
Its dry here,
I’ve forgotten the taste of my blood.
The life wrapped around the veins in my limbs has long
Become one with the dust.
But the prophets do speak of a different reflection
Than dusty regret and misdirected passion.
My spirit, its starving, for what I can’t feel,
Why can’t I remember?
Why can’t I remember?
Oh Breathe deep, you sleeping awake!
Wrapped again with life, won’t you sing this praise.
He alone, yes, he alone,
Will lift will raise, will shake these bones!
And I need you.
I need you, dance within me,
I need you dance with me.
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I Didn't Fall, I Jumped
03:30
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I need you like breath, like water, like food,
Oh love.
Cause I need you like breath, like water, like food,
Oh love.
Take it in,
Dirt’s our next of kin.
Single separator,
The voice of the creator
YHWH.
Mix it, make it mud.
Run it in my blood.
Living water flow like the backbone of my soul,
Let it flood, let it flood.
‘Cause I need you like breath, like water, like food,
Oh love.
I need you like breath, like water, like food,
Oh love.
Bring it in the heat.
Fire is what we need.
Bread from Heaven gave into the hands of what was clay,
It fills me.
‘Cause I need you like breath, like water, like food,
Oh love.
I need you like breath, like water, like food,
Oh love.
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Stay
03:48
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This is how it ends,
You write songs about your friends.
And when they’re gone you still have your songs but you don’t have them.
Mourning the loss of those now away.
Knowing your words will stay.
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
Leaving alone all the voices you called home.
The pages are lost, but your heart knows every note.
Faded reminders dance like withered ghosts.
You’ve asked politely and they will not go.
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
They’ll stay echoes of conversation,
They’ll stay keeping you hostage.
They’ll stay take all your expectation,
They’ll stay teach you to cut your losses.
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
They’ll stay
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Warmblood
04:13
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There”s a warmblood I know
His hair is golden much like his soul
He speaks in poetry his hands work wondrous things
The kind of friend that makes you sing.
Ohh
Light drips as honey from his lips
At times it cuts the comfort I have built
Sweetly burning down all the nonsense that resounds
The clamoring of lovelessness howling like a hound
Whoah
Warmblood he is strong
It incites a kind of longing
A home he has built for all his friends
And he invites us in as if blood had made us kin
As if forever begins then and there we stay
And here we stay in the warmth of his words
In the shelter undeserved ‘cause he loves us
He speaks as kind, and the words settle like fire
“Cause he loves us
Saying “Stay close, bright ones. Cause there’s no use in giving up.”
His warm blood pours
A wide open door
For all who come before
Cause he loves us
Dogs will say we’re worth, nothing
But he keeps them at bay
Cause he loves us.
Saying “Stay close, bright ones, cause there’s no use in giving up.
Stay close bright ones, cause there’s no use in giving up.
Stay close bright ones, cause there’s no use in giving up.
Stay close warmbloods, cause there’s no use in giving up.”
Stay close, bright ones. Cause there’s no use in giving up.
Stay close warmbloods. Cause there’s no use in giving up.
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Whitewashed (Tombs)
02:44
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I find the shadow my shade
Where I can uncover my face
No one can see the dirty marks
No one can see the ugly scars
But I’m not as dark as one of them
I’m not as dark as some.
Its dark enough for comfort when I edge my way up to the light.
Pretending to be weary of the night
Reminding myself constantly
I’m not as dark as I could be
I’m not some kind of Pharisee
No I’m not as dark as some of them
I’m not as dark as some of them
I’m not some whitewashed cherubim
But I’m not as dark as some
Oh I’m not as dark as some.
I’m not as dark as some.
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Empty
03:15
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Every word you speak returns empty.
There is no value left within,
The lightweight speech of feeble men,
Give up the ruse.
I have not the heart, but I tell you.
Every word you speak leaves me empty.
I cannot call you friend when no friend I’ve found in you.
When every moment brings the grief of emotional vacuum.
You exist inside such a void, having lost your bearing,
Every word reflects your voice,
Just
How
Empty.
How empty.
How empty.
Every word you speak returns empty.
Every word you speak returns empty.
Every word you speak returns empty.
Every word you speak leaves me empty.
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10. |
Slow Medicine
04:32
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There are wounds on my body from movement too fast
There’s scrapes and there’s bruises who’s sting seems to last.
For years of my lifespan for eons of breath.
Wait for that slow medicine its gonna work yet.
I can’t calm myself down,
It’s a noise that is found
Under my skin in my head
Gonna need that slow medicine
Need that slow medicine
Need that slow medicine
Its gonna work yet.
My heart is a rhythm much like a whirlwind
Beating out trespass again and again
It doesn’t stop hammering guilt into my blood
My need for slow medicine creeping up.
Gonna need that slow medicine
Gonna need that slow medicine
Gonna need that slow medicine.
I hope it works hope it works hope it works yet.
Help me
Help me
Help me through this.
Help me, help me
Let me be free, this slow medicine sink
Let that slow medicine sink
Let that slow medicine sink
Let it sink into me.
Gonna need that slow medicine
Gonna need that slow medicine
Gonna need that slow medicine
I hope it works yet.
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11. |
Wooden Halo
04:13
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May my lips be honestly
Employed in what they sing
May may hands be well assured
That they are wholly yours.
And on that day when all around,
I’ll lay my wooden halo down.
May my eyes seek what is real
Not blinded by the way I feel.
Cause despite my lacking warmth
I know I haven’t left your arms.
And on that day when all around
I’ll lay my wooden Halo down.
Ohhhs
May I rest my circlet brown
Next to your great thorny crown.
Once beheld a mockery
I too am such a twisted thing.
and on that day when all around
We’ll dance on grace filled flower mound.
Hallelujah will resound
Throwing all our treasures down.
Oohhhh.
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Laura Anne Reitzel Colorado Springs, Colorado
Laura writes music as honestly as she can from Colorado. Thanks for hearing her out.
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