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Dead Horse
05:16
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Here is my harvest of heartbreak
Here is my threshing of tears
I'd give you my dream but I lost it
Down in the locust years
Still praise is the song that I'm singing
Even though sorrow's my tune
My love is only a whisper now
But nothing is wasted with you
Here is my secret miscarriage
Here is my public divorce
Nobody taught me to let go
So I learned how to beat a dead horse
Now all of my altars are empty
Except for this lone hallelu
The heat of your fire’s just a memory
But nothing is wasted with you
Hungry as a mother who cannot find her child
We keep missing each other I’m in the liquor aisle
Prostrated in your glory I am bowed low under this
Either nothing is wasted or everything is
Here in the Holy of holies
Here by the blood of the lamb
Words I have said all my life and believe
but still I do not understand
But I want to live in your presence
However inopportune
The heat of your fire’s just a memory
But nothing is wasted with you
My love is only a whisper now
But nothing is wasted with you
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2. |
No Resurrection
03:43
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Only prayer that I know
Curse the damned highway patrol
when the wind is all you have to sow
you reap the whirlwind
Knuckles white headed south
Can’t avoid the slaughter house
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth
When your light is growing dim
bury my afflictions
With my unrighteous years
I don’t want no resurrection
To raise any of my tears
Send no angel to me
At the eleventh hour
Just swing a little lower for me
chariot of fire
What’s a liar gonna do
Finally try to tell the truth
Like foil inside my ragged tooth
Like a wasp inside my mouth
Too late to be circumspect
Too deep on the razor’s edge
I am sober as a judge
And the verdict’s coming down
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3. |
Trouble Gonna Come
04:13
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Trouble gonna come, like heart attack
Like a locust swarm, turn the sun to black
And all the things I knew, I don’t know no more
Trouble gonna to us I’m sure
Trouble gonna come drowning me like waves
How did I become the one nobody saves
All the things I’ve done, I cannot undo
Trouble gonna come if nothing else is true
On the gallows hill, God damned on a tree
And if God is dead, what is that to me
Trampling out our wrath on your flesh and blood
A vintage pouring out, swallowing us
Tender is the night, in it the blind can see
But for those with sight, it’s hard to believe
But it’s not hard for me, to kick against the goads
To beat the beast that speaks, along the angel road
So to the spirit wind, I sing my aching song
Trouble gonna come, it won’t be long
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4. |
You Bring The Morning
04:38
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Verse 1:
You bring the gladness; I’ll bring the gleaming
You bring the glory; I’ll bring the singing
You bring the table; I’ll bring the feasting
Somewhere in the distance I hear wedding bells ringing
Verse 2:
You bring the comfort; I’ll bring my thinking
You bring the new wine; I’ll bring the drinking
You bring your spirit; I’ll bring the weeping
I have nothing else but the promises you’re keeping
Chorus:
You bring the morning; you bring the evening
I’m gonna praise you with every breath that I’m breathing
You bring the working day so a man can keep believing
So a woman can keep on dreaming
And after the fire dies, you open up our eyes again
Verse 3:
You bring the stillborn baby to my shoulder
You bring your sorrow to every fallen soldier
You bring your passion to the graves that we stand over
Young love that we lost, we will find as we grow older
Verse 4:
You bring the mountain so I have somewhere to wander
You bring the ocean so I can walk on water
You bring the wilderness so I can learn to hunger
I feel you like a phantom I can’t explain your wonder
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5. |
God The Fool
04:32
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For the wounds that I’ve inflicted, for the wounds that I’ve received
I offer you my bitterness, I offer you my grief
For the trust that I have broken, for the lies that I have told
Forgive me God for giving, my heart away for gold
I’m a merchant in your temple, selling sinners doves
You turn over my tables with your foolishness oh God
I am a sly sidewinder, a brood of vipers in your hand
You’re an Appalachian preacher who I cannot withstand
I’m running to your altar, I’m weeping on your floor
I feel your love inside my heart, I wanna feel it more
You said be wise and gentle like the serpent and the dove
Only heeding half of your own advice is your foolishness oh God
For the snow upon the mountain, melting down into the sea
I will sit with you in silence and listen to you sing
I will ask you all my questions, I will waste all of your time
You don’t give the poet answers so the poet gives you rhyme
What kind of mad man are you, taking on the worst of odds
I’m chalking up my fortunes to your foolishness of God
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There was a kingdom / Of latch keys swinging
Like silver birds around our necks
All of the orchards / sold off and cut down
To the Gods of emptiness
City of progress / Jehovah’s witness
Left by her husband with three kids
They were on welfare / just like we all were
Who will you lose to get ahead
Silicon Valley / You killed my family
Family was all I had
I heard you whisper / my name in silence
As I was singing on my bed
No one could hear me / You were so near me
I cherish every word you said
I am King David / My crown has faded
Into an ashtray of regret
Phone calls at midnight / Drowning at first light
Life is nothing you’d expect
You know I find you / hard to remember
But still you’re harder to forget
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7. |
Before You God
04:30
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Conceived in anger, born into a rage
Raised by wolves who fed me on the injustice of the age
My mother left me outside a stranger’s door
She heard a howling wind and could not refuse it anymore
Before you God I am opening my heart
I know you did not expect me, I’m a thief in the night
Before you God I will leave the ninety-nine
To find you in the darkness, I will not leave you behind
I’ve spent so much, wondering where you are
Hammers in my head heavy as a dying star
My daughters carry the same fears that I do
My son loses sleep every night looking for you
Before you God I am opening my heart
I know you did not expect me, I’m a thief in the night
Before you God I will leave the ninety-nine
To find you in the darkness, I will not leave you behind
I am a temple with a fallen spire
Your absence burns me like a lake of fire
Cure for my fear of cancer is dripping down my throat
I still believe in miracles God, even when you don’t
Before you God I will sing the exiles song
I will bandage up your bruises by the shores of Babylon
Before you God I am calling out your name
Like a ghost upon the water I am coming back again
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8. |
Love Never Fails
04:16
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Some of us sinners / Some of us saints
Some of us between a rock and hard place
Some of us welcome / some of us not
Some of us the scapegoat / Some of us the mob
All of us guilty / then all of us free
A cup of joy poured out to our great relief
So when the abyss had us tied to the rails
Like a runaway train love never fails
Some say it’s crazy / some take offense
Some swear the law still demands recompense
Some shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Some heard the cock crow in the light of the moon
All are atoned for / the wicked made whole
The world’s scarlet letter / washed white as snow
When the albatross curse all the wind from our sails
We have no damns to give love never fails
A weapon will prosper
A levy will break
The heartbreaker gives you
More than you can take
The trouble in trusting
A savior not seen
You find out he don’t fail
When he don’t intervene
find out he don’t fail
When he don’t intervene
Some of us doubtful / some of us weak
Some are uncertain and still we believe
Some overcoming / some testify
There’s a righteousness in us that we can’t deny
Some hallelujah some blessed be
Some sing out in chains / some sing out free
Our dreams up in smoke beneath plunging nail
Punchline of the joke love never fails
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9. |
Kingfisher
04:04
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When I get where I’m going I will lend a steady hand
Build a little cabin, dig a river through the land
Does a pilgrim tremble when he finally finds a home
When the rock bestows the water and binds the broken bone
I go out walking in the forest to a place I’ve seen
A fountain flowing like a highway running through my dreams
When I get where I’m going, there’s a woman in the dust
We have wrinkles on our bodies proving love’s been good to us
She is standing proudly squinting in the summer sun
Satisfied surveying all her hands have done
We go out walking in the water where the silver swims
Cicadas singing like somebody washed away their sins
I see a kingfisher ascending to his rightful throne
The meek inheriting a city they can call their own
When I get where I’m going, guns are hammered into plows
Promises we made to war, turn into broken vows
Faithful is the Spirit, our troubles to employ
The bread of our affliction returning to us joy
Like horses foaming with the sweat of captives breaking free
Like mother’s milk into the belly of a broken reed
I go out walking on the mountain where the thunder rolls
I smell the rain of heaven coming to the earth below
I see a kingfisher ascending to his rightful throne
The meek inheriting a city they can call their own
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10. |
River Of Fire
04:21
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Early I marveled that I was alive
Early afflicted, a thorn in my side
Under this glory I learned to believe
Somehow always feeling, what eyes could not see
River of fire cut me through
River of fire make me true
Early I married for love and for sex
Early I smelled your fragrance on my baby’s breath
Staggering under this intoxicating yoke
Drunk on the ashes, of my fears up in smoke
Bridge:
Late have I loved you
Late have I tried
Late have I loved you but
Never mind the time
Holy Spirit come again
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Andy Squyres Charlotte, North Carolina
Andy Squyres was born and raised in Santa cruz California but since '99 has made his home in Charlotte North Carolina and feels as home in the south as he has anywhere. His ongoing wrestling match with the creator of the universe is the thematic motivation in his music. He loves David Byrne, David Lynch and bass fishing. ... more
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