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Overture 2009
01:53
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Weeping Separation
04:47
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To hear weeping fall
like music from a father's lips:
"O Absalom my son!"
To search to understand in vertigo,
to run across a barren mind
with a fading purple sky
to your own river separating
North from South;
a divided kingdom.
Sobs sounds across borders
like the bellows of livestock
that bleat longingly across a pasture.
They lament their own
who crossed over the boundary:
those taken by kingship lust or crocodiles,
those riding, captured, hung in trees,
those devoured, put to pieces,
leaving only red rivers behind.
--lyrics by Bryan Runck
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One night I went to sleep
Thinking about my sins
There's a lot of "no" in me
So hard to take it in.
I sought help so I can be
A better person than I've been
Truth is, I'm so stubborn
Don't feel safe to take a risk.
Truth is, He can't change my heart
Unless I let Him in
And I won't have life to the full
Unless I stop my sin.
In the Book, He says "Where were you
When I made heav'n and earth?
Can you tell the storm 'get lost'
Or make a cow give birth?"
Truth is, I have no such power
And I dare not presume
That I've no sin, nor do I get
To justify myself.
Truth is, my heart needs to change
And quit my foolish ways
But first I need to see it's there
Through my self-wrought malaise.
I will not sit back
And let you beat on me
I have every right, like you,
To fight for my rights, too.
You will not talk to me the same
As you have talked to him
Yes, he's got issues, plain as day
But you scare me more than him.
I'd say you're why I live in sin
But I know that's not true
My sin is mine, and yours is yours
But what about me and you?
Are we cool? I need to know
'Cause frankly, I really don't
I hope you're in, 'cause I want to be
What stops me is your "won't."
I'm seeking help, so I can be
A better person than I've been
But part is that I need you
To be better than you've been
Too.
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4. |
The Walls
03:26
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Three years since then
I've laid up brick on brick
To hold you out,
Strong bricks of common sense,
And laid on thick
The mortar, doubt.
I do not know which treacher part of me left you this hole:
Perhaps my fear, my gullibility, perhaps my soul.
And now I fix a heavy iron grate across the gap,
Setting thin bars of conscience as a gate, which yearn to...
Snap.
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5. |
Name
05:02
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verse 1
I can’t even begin to imagine
What goes into naming our children
Our beliefs, our likes, our dear ones.
Some have normal names, some have funny names
Some have pretty and, well, not-so-pretty names
And your name, well it caught me by surprise.
chorus 1
I couldn’t guess what your name was
It could’ve been anything
I could’ve named you better
I could’ve named you better.
verse 2
I’m not sure what to think of all this
After all, what’s in a name?
Vowels, consonants, syllables.
Some names come with preconceived notions
Other names come with nothing at all
And some change their names because of all that.
chorus 2
It’s such a shame that you lived with it
It could’ve been for anything
I know you deserved better than all that
You deserved better.
bridge
What’s the quote? “A rose by any other name…”
Eh, I can’t plagiarize, it’s wrong and not my thing.
All that matter is you get what I’m saying.
verse 3
You don’t have to be ashamed of your name
Certainly not around me.
I won’t condemn you, I won’t ignore you
I won’t exclude you, nor will I bother you
No, I like you because of who you are
Because of who you are.
chorus 3
It doesn’t matter what your name is
You could’ve been called anything
Heck, I’ll think your name is the greatest
I’ll think your name’s the greatest
I’ll think your name’s the greatest
I’ll think your name’s the greatest.
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6. |
How Much Longer?
05:30
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verse 1
I’m just tired
No matter how hard I try I just can’t let this go
And believe me, I’ve tried
My dreams are going to naught
And it seems the easiest dreams
Are the ones that are the furthest away
chorus
How much longer must I do my work
to prove that I’m capable?
How much more do I need to grow
to show that I’m ready?
verse 2
I’m just worn
All the thoughts in my head they just won’t go away
Even when I catch them
And my strength is going to naught
And it seems the easiest things
Are the ones that are the hardest to do
chorus
How much longer must I fight the fight
until the war is won?
How much more do I need to wear
The armor of truth and justice?
How much longer can I do my work
to prove that I’m capable?
How much more do I need to grow
to show that I’m ready?
Bridge
When I first stepped into the fight
I was a broken wounded child
When I first stepped into the fight
I could not control my mind
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7. |
Sunken
03:27
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8. |
The Battle
05:43
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9. |
Wednesday in March
03:17
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10. |
A Fugue on Ben Folds
03:07
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11. |
Christmas Morning
03:38
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Nathan Fivecoate Chicago, Illinois
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