1. |
Road To London
05:11
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From every village and every town
from every corner’s busking sound
From every street without a name
And every road that’s lost its way
From every empty soul
That searches where to go
From every letter sent
When dark is the only friend
Under ditch and over hedge
From every built and broken bridge
From every crack in every slum
From every big fenced in suburban home
From every heart of gold
Of flesh and of stone
From every cry of pain
And every tear in vain
From every man who cries
For something more to life
From every woman who fears
The dangers coming near
From every man who's been called
And still struggles not to fall
From every woman oppressed
From every aching in her chest
From every child ignored
Beaten down and poor
From the weaker pushed aside
And from all those who have died
Sing your songs with all the breath in your lungs
If you have got any left
And march on the ground where your victory sounded
And you paid all your debt
We will never be the same, we will never be the same
No, no, no, no
We will all be changed
We will never be the same, we will never be the same
No, no, no, no
We will all be changed
All our bonds are gone
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2. |
Like David
05:02
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By his wing he got his words to a most high God
Like a feather from his mouth, a feather to the ground
And he died his hair black just to keep his name
Cigarettes and booze and the glory of fame
So he was only one man, two roads in the wood
He would travel both and he wished he could
But he had dined at the table with saintly men
And got a taste of the wine he might try again
He had a river flowing at each side
There was nothing gonna let him on by
So he shivered down to the bone
In fear and in debt of his memorial stones
Deep in the pockets of selfish men
He shoved his monsters under blankets thin
Then he ran to the people who turned inside
They had a taste of the water but not the tide
They had a river flowing at each side…
They would fight like David if they could
And they would do the right thing like we all know they should
But even the king was not that good
They bathed in the simple things and said it was enough
But their words couldn't float when the waters turned rough
And some got lost in the ocean deep
They had a taste of the salt but not enough to see
We had a river flowing at each side…
I would fight like David if I could
And I would do the right thing like I know full well I should
But even the king was not that good
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3. |
River Rolling
03:02
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Go to the north with a poor man's soul
You'd better leave now or you won't ever go
Where only the broken pass the test
Only the weary find their rest
Let the river rolling take you home
Twisted oaks, rooted, line the shore
Men with their lines breaking down their doors
Fruit won't fail nor creature die
When the rolling river rolls on by
Let the river rolling take you home
It's roaring like a lion come around that bend
It's like a stampede come to heal and mend
So cast your burdens as stones to sea
Drop your pride and ambition to your feet
Let the river rolling take you home
It's coming like a chariot to take you home
It's coming with power to make you whole
So get lost in the currents and be washed away
Get swallowed by the water when it comes your way
Let the river rolling take you home
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4. |
Giant Among Men
04:46
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Oh my brother oh my brother please stand tall
Let them laugh if they want to
Let them come out and haunt you
But don't let them pull you low enough to hate
Because I remember when you were younger,
you were a giant among men
Now when the storms come to shake you
And oceans try and take you please stand tall.
Stand tall again lest they steal your soul.
Oh though I will let you down
Stand firm your ground
Oh though this world will let you down
Stand firm your ground
You were born with your mother's eyes
Born across foreign lines
You were born with a sword
and it is something worth embracing
but there is nothing worth its reigning over you
So be moved by love
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5. |
I Was A Gardener
05:28
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I don't know what I'm looking for but I'm digging a hole
And if beautiful words find me worthy, I will sing them out at your door
But if wisdom in all of her glory finds me and calls me wise
Then I will go to the mountain tops and I will sing to the sky.
I was a gardener and I was too full of fear to seed
I was praying for the floods to rush in when I was too proud to weep
And I was all alone just waiting on myself
Watching my dreams go running with somebody else
I thought I could be a man, the kind who'd always take his stand but I am always hiding in the night
And I thought I could be a saint, I drowned myself in gallons of paint and whispered in the shadows of my life
I was an arrogant man and I am still
Honestly I would do anything just to get my fill
And if the trumpet sounded and the heavens opened wide
Would I embrace my petty things and shrink back into the night?
I'm afraid, I'm so afraid, I'm too afraid of who I am
I can't seem to piece together my head, my heart, and my hands
And if faith is a confidence in uncertainty
I guess that's all I really have is faith that faith might save me
I felt I had died like the anchors before me
And I swear that I had broke down before
But I had only read one page of that story
And I had only opened a crack in that door
When I was a gardener
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6. |
Of Been & Being
04:47
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I am the thorn inside your flesh
And I am the burn inside your chest
I am the tear upon your dress
And I am the failure behind this mess
I know I messed it up before, I know I messed it up
I know I messed it up before but please
I know I said goodbye before and how many times I shut that door
I know I said goodbye before but please
Don't forget about me
Grace came down with open arms
But I want back like a thief to his charms
I am free but I am still a slave
Oh the pain of having been and being saved
I am the thrips in your garden dirt
And I am the one who has caused you hurt
I am the salt that calls your thirst
And I am the one who has failed you first
Oh the grace of having been and being saved
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7. |
Stones Awakening
04:55
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Words over head drop like bricks to the earth
Shaking the ground, my feet, and my worth
But where we find brokenness, we are sure to find grace
And grace leads us onward to seat with saints
Potter, come on down
We are cracked and dry to the bone
Come claim us as your own
So when we fall we will rise,
From our graves we will rise,
From a world that is breaking like stones awakening we’ll rise
We’ve come a long way through the course of one night
Dreams of the morning swallowed our fright
And all is conquered but all isn’t well
In the depths of our souls there are remnants of hell
Naked I came from my mother’s womb
Naked I’ll march head high to my tomb
And if I go as a lamp filled with oil
We can take on every fear, war, and trouble
Rejoice not over me, oh, my enemy
From a world that is breaking like stones awakening we’ll rise
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8. |
Rain In December
05:56
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I asked for rain in December
Because I gave it all but I held some
Broken down, I tried not to remember
All the stories and the things that I had done
I held dear and buried below
With everything in me--my blood and sweat--
The things I beg of you not to know about me
And the things I beg my mind to forget
Who can stand in frightful honesty
And reveal their shadows to earth and sky?
And declare in spite of cultural modesty
That their perfection has long ago died?
We all asked for rain in December
Because we gave it all but we held some
Now who can pick up these broken members
And mend shattered hearts together as one?
Who can pick up these broken members
And mend shattered hearts together as one?
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