October
Seek the light/serve the night/wrong or right/how I hate it
Hate the whole/a harsher glow/a harder blow/I can’t raise it
Dead upon the stair/never seen but always there/can you spare it? Best beware it.
Fault the furor of the moment and the neighborhood informant and the past
Every year another fall.
Song 1: Love Magnificent
Holy King of all the earth, You have made me from the dirt
And to dirt I’ll return
Sovereign Lord, who am I that You would bid me come and die
And would turn Your wrath aside?
Oh, what a love, what a love magnificent
Oh, what a price, what a price my father spent for my ransom
All the wicked things I’ve done, You have pardoned every one
Even when I killed Your Son
Oh, what a love, what a love magnificent
Oh, what a price, what a price my father spent for my ransom
Song 5: Foolish Man’s Blues
I wrote today’s song in twelve bars for Doyle. RIP.
My throat is an open grave, I’ve got poison on my tongue
I’m a death-talking traitor staring down the wrath of God
I was born into a darkness, not inclined to seek the Light
I ain’t ever been a lover, I ain’t ever loved what’s right
I’m a dreadful man beyond compare, spiteful through-and-through
If you cross me there’s no telling all the vengeful things I’ll do
I like my pleasure on the rocks, and joy in hundred-dollar bills
I leave discretion at the doorstep on the way to get my thrills
I won’t hesitate to serve myself as long as I’m alive
They say at the rate I’m going I won’t live to twenty-five
But I was born to walk the wild way and never settle down
Guess I’ll answer for it when the Man in White comes back around
It ain’t the life I had in mind back when I was a boy
I’m finding quickly that I hate the things I once enjoyed
Every girl another apology just waiting to be said
I lined em up and shot em down and it’s a wonder they ain’t dead
I’ve got a boulder on my shoulders for every wicked thing I’ve done
And I know there’s wrath pursuing me wherever I may run
Song 4: Thief
God of my failures, God of my strife
God who for my sake would lay down His life
I’m a beggar and thief, a traitorous son
Swimming in the sea of the damage I’ve done
If you can uphold me whenever I fall
Then why won’t you answer me now when I call?
There’s pages of truth I just can’t seem to hear
If Your love is perfect then why do I fear?
I’m hungry for flesh and I’m thirsty for blood
But all the bread and the wine is never enough
I’m wearing the stripes of my sin on my back
Cause I wrote off my Father and took off with His cash
It’s so hard to write when the music doesn’t agree with me.
Song 3: Untitled IX
Falling in love ain’t as great as they say
At the end of the day, it’s not worth all the pain
That’s bound to come along when it doesn’t work out
And no matter how loud you scream and you shout
I don’t believe a word.
I’ve got a long list of falls and regrets
And it’s hard to tell how good’s “as good as it gets”
I’m marked by a shadow of failure and ruin
So when you say you love me you’re changing your tune
And I don’t believe a word.
I’m an expert in heart-breaking, God I’m so cruel
Cause I do whatever my heart wants to do
So if I come around with a sweet-talking tongue
And promise you happiness, you’d better run
Baby, don’t believe a word.
Song 2: Doubt
There’s a blackness in my blood, it’s living in my heart
Darker than a desert night it’s tearing me apart
I’ve got a scar for every bit of damage that I’ve done
And I don’t think that You’ve got blood enough to make a right of every wrong
So what can You do to make me believe the truth?
What can you do to make me believe in you?
You can make the blind man see, You can set the captives free
You can make friends of enemies but what does it mean to me?
There’s a law that I can’t keep, but I love it endlessly
Cause it’s safer than anything You could ever ask of me
So what can You do to make me believe the truth?
What can you do to make me believe in you?