1. |
Breath
02:45
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Liminal Space
04:04
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I need good news
I’m begging you
Bring me good, good news
I’m begging you
See it’s the nothingness that kills
The same food for all three meals
It’s the motions of staying still
It’s my breaking will on the breaking wheel
I need good news
I’m begging you
Bring me good, good news
I’m begging you
In the aftermath of grief
Lies a lonely in between
Of where I’ve been
And where I’ll never be
And so with little concern for heaven
And less for hell
It’s that place in the middle
Where most days I find myself
Blowing smoke out on the porch
In early march
With too much time to kill
And nothing fills
And nothing will
I need good news
I’m begging you
Bring me good, good news
I’m begging you
In the aftermath of grief
Lies a lonely version of me
Not who I’ve been
Nor who I’ve yet to be
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3. |
Undone
03:32
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Nero danced the day that Rome burned
Fiddle in his hands
Wreath upon his head
The devil grinned with glee
When his contender’s cut dripped water
Fateful day on Calvary
And lowly we’ve come
Bathed in mucous
Softest tissues soaked in blood
Empty empires we erect
In the name of us
Still in the flames we come undone
We put out fires we set ourselves
To prove to one and all we still are gods
Who give and take away
What we believe is ours
To treat in such a way
Though lowly we’ve come
Bathed in mucous
Softest tissues soaked in blood
Empty empires we erect
In the name of us
Still in the flames we come undone
In the flames we come undone
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Franklin SE
03:20
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I’ll fall asleep in my hoodie
Find comfort in the words you wrote me
Write these songs when I’m feeling lonely
But forget about it when you hold me
Must be something about the cold winds
I almost taste the coming autumn
Must be something about the
A new house on a new street
A new address, new everything
We’re just starting to settle in
Haven’t even put on my bed sheets
I tried to find you in the quiet things
All those years I spent in ministry
Your spirit left like that house emptied
In the emptiness, I heard your children weep
Must be something about the cold winds
I almost taste the coming autumn
Must be something about this place
I think that things are gonna change
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5. |
Patience, Longing
05:16
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Sweetest one, I miss you in the morning
When I wake up and no one’s in my home
Sweetest one, come with me where I’m going
Down rivers I couldn’t bear to drift alone
Sweetest one, I miss you in the evening
From Franklin Street as I watch the passersby
And dream of you
I dream of distant cities
From coastlines to far off countrysides
Sweetest one, we’ll make it through this winter
Find fields of green and places flowers bloom
Sweetest one, I love you, I do love you
And no one’s gonna love me like you do
Sweetest one, please call me when your day ends
I’ll drive to you and
We’ll kiss once we’re alone
Sweetest one, I live in patience longing
For evenings there’s no need to drive back home
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6. |
Leaving Quietly
01:41
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Vagabonds Grand Rapids, Michigan
All hail the great Mitten.
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