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Caedmon's Call
Caedmon's Call


Информация
Откуда Houston, Texas, United States
Жанры Christian Rock
Contemporary Christian music
Folk
Годы 1993—н.в.
Лейблы Essential Records
INO Records
См. также Derek Webb
Сайт Website
Состав
Cliff Young
Danielle Young
Derek Webb
Todd Bragg
Garrett Buell
Jeff Miller
Joshua Moore
Бывшие участники
Andrew Osenga
Aaron Tate
Aric Nitzberg
Randy Holsapple
Cari Harris Moore



Альбом Caedmon's Call


My Calm // Your Storm (1994)
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Seven years on the seven seas
The winds have ceased all is well at ease
There's no tempest to attack me
Afloat on the boat of mediocrity

Way back when You first calmed me
At peace with you I'd always be
But now it's empty methodology
The fine white tomb that no one sees.

Ooh Ooh I am perishing
Within the grey of faith and form
Arise rebuke my content and my peace
Make my calm, Your storm

I want to navigate out of this lukewarm sea
Into the stream of reality
Let the waves throw their threats at me
Makes me hold on more tightly

I want to set my sails free
Discontent with what will be will be
I want to kill this thief That steals life from me
And kill myself, the pharisee

Save me I am perishing
In this grey of faith and form
Arise rebuke my content and my peace
Make my calm, Your storm

. . .



There's tarnish on the golden rule
And I want to jump from this ship of fools
Show me a place where hope is young
And a people who are not afraid to love

Chorus:

This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything
All that I could want
And nothing that I need

This world is making me drunk
On the spirits of fear
So when He says who will go
I am nowhere near

Repeat Chorus twice

And the least of these
Look like criminals to me
So I leave Christ on the street

This world has held my hand
And has led me into intolerance
But now I'm waking up
And now I'm breaking up
But now I'm making up
for lost time

Repeat Chorus


. . .



.:: Too Tender ::.

Water water everywhere
And I complain about my thirst
The prescription's in my hand
While the pain I curse

I know the longer
I know the harder
The walk will be
With my calloused feet

And my too tender knees
Stumbled upon the truth
Wished it'd get out of my way
When I see the light
I pull down the shade

If I were as smart as Christopher
I'd find a closet
If I were as weak as Samson was
I'd make a prophet


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.:: Suicidal Stones ::.

Outside the city walls
Alone with what I've known
Like a criminal who sly-thieves joy
From his own home

Some just line says I should die by fire
So I'm cutting up the kindling
And the kerosene I cry

Take these suicidal stones from my hand
Suicidal Stones from my hand
Suicidal Stones from my hand

Caught in the
Actor on regret's stage
Soliloquy without sympathy
is my penance paid

Built on quicksand
Too low to see the ground
Sniveling in a Job-en cry while I look down

Comment scrawled in the dirt
For the pity-boy cowered in hurt
Of a bridge that instead is burning
And a new boy that instead is learning
That it's harder sometimes to be than not
And it's easier forgiven than forgot
He says it's by the tree that you have died
It's by the tree that you're alive


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.:: Forget What You Know ::.

My friend why do you whip yourself
With the leather of your life
Why do your memories build like
Poison in your mind

You're re-running the mistakes (of your mind)
In the theater of your mind
Hoping that there'll be
A happily ever after this time

Let go
Let go
Let go
And forget what you know

You fear you've walked too far
In the hemlock forest and you are lost
But what error could you invent
With more power than the cross

Let go
Your sin is not an axe
Let go
That can fell the sacred tree
Let go
Your regret is not a net
Let go
That can dredge the forgetting sea

A wise man once told me
When I was dying just the same
The past can be like sidewalk chalk
If you will dance and pray for rain


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I mount up with waxen wings
High to reach the sun
And I am no further than
When I first begun

So I build a mount of Athos
To shape your form against the sky
With my home in your hands
To show all the people why
To show all the people why

Chorus:

Everything I do
It's not enough for you
Everything I do
It's not enough
It's not enough for you

In the garden of my pride
The lamented lime tree
Too stupid to cry for rain
fruitless and choked out by weeds

So I write a book of life
Using the best words I can find
for some struggler to snuggle up
When the world becomes unkind
When the world becomes unkind

Repeat Chorus

I find direction in east-bound clouds
And long for what they have
But when I step into its midst
Its substance I cannot grasp

So I paint a portrait of you
As if you had human disguise
With oil and canvas to be clay
To open up their eyes
Like you opened up my eyes

Repeat Chorus Twice


. . .



.:: All I Know ::.

Spit and the clay, when washed away
Gave the blind man sight
New eyes couldn't comprehend the sun
That by light ended the night
Shackled in blindness since his birth
Whose sin, was it him, what's it all worth

Now with eyes wide open they
interrogate him
Saying who is he
Do you believe what that man is saying
Who do you say is he

All I know
Is I was blind, he said
And now I see
All I know is he healed me

I sit here today
So I say that I believe in him
Yet I cannot fathom the wind-like way
That's made me new again

Shackled in blindness since my birth
Whose sin, was it me, what's it all worth.

Now new from the womb
They interrogate me
Saying who is he
Do you believe what that book is saying
How gullible can you be

Darwin may tend to disagree
I don't know
Marx is writing a drug I need
Still I don't know
Freud analyzes in my head
Nietzsche's saying God is dead
But I'm saying


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.:: There's A Stirring ::.

There's a stirring deep within me
Could it be my time has come
When I'll se my gracious Savior
Face to face when all is done

Is that His voice I am hearing
Come away my precious one
Is He calling me?
Is He calling me?

I will rise up
Rise up
And bow down
And lay my crown
at His wounded feet


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.:: Jar of Clay ::.

You have made me
As a jar of clay
And I may be hard pressed
But I am not dismayed

Begotten from the dust
I am dirty
And of these waters of life
I'm so unworthy

My ability
Won't get me very far
But my fragility
Is a testimony to who you are

Mold me, make me
hold me,
break me,
hold me


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You say you want a living sacrifice
Well I am a burnt offering
Crawling off the altar
And back into the fire

And with my smoke-filled lungs
I cry out for freedom
While locking and chaining myself
To my rotting desires

And I hate the stench
But I swallow the key
And with it stuck in my throat
Can you hear me
Can you hear me

Chorus:

I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
But I'm still a long way off

I am shell-shocked and I have walked
Through the trenches full of tears
With the mortars of memory
Exploding in my burning ears

You've stripped the trees of Lebanon
And now you're stripping me
Of the bark of false morality
And the bite of selfish greed
Lord, can you hear me

Repeat Chorus

Will you run to me
Will you come to me
Will you meet me
Will you greet me
Will you drag me home
'Cause I'm still a long way off

Repeat Chorus


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