it's not magic, it's in the mechanics
he said, then shooed her away
to tend to his fistfuls of sticks and lye
both eyes fastened to the edge of a page
and she has seen him
through fits of folly and rage,
melancholy
she's led him home drunk and sorry
those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know
but i've heard the point of life is to live and let go
and that if you ask god to make you fast
well first he'll make you slow
cause you gotta spill your cup before it'll overflow
beware the one with the fork in his tongue
sinister and full of misery
he'll drink your water out of thirst and spite
and if you cross him, he'll respond crossly
for he lives life with his eyes shut tight;
who will love him?
his heart is dark as the ocean
those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know
but i've heard the point of life is to live and let go
and that if you ask god to make you fast
well first he'll make you slow
cause you gotta spill your cup before it'll overflow
it's fine for a man to sit and rot
with a fist for a hand and a jaw filled with knots
if he's prepared to remain stagnant
during the unending days of his awkward descent
into a land of obscurity, cold and lonely
there's room for one person only
those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know
but i've heard the point of life is to live and let go
and that if you ask god to make you fast
well first he'll make you slow
cause you gotta spill your cup before it'll overflow
keeping still, not speaking
because it's too soon
the miller threshes wheat
under a new moon
the flies that land on
the lashes of your eyes
are the color of the soul's dark night
but still we fight, fight-- fight!
against the wind and the source of our plight
why don't we stay, stay-- stay?
at the bottom, watching surface meet day
quiet, remembering homogeneity
existing as a monument to mystery
well, who knows what creatures
crawl in the darkness?
i unclench my jaw
unfurl my hard fists
centripetal forces and the storm of the mind
are weaker than the heavy, ever-achingly divine
but still we fight, fight-- fight!
against the wind and the source of our plight
why don't we stay, stay-- stay?
at the bottom, watching surface meet day
quiet, remembering homogeneity
existing as a monument to mystery
cause at the bottom
you keep your thoughts in good form
downtrodden upon the ground
you earthworm!
you think you can run
and you think you can hide
but you can never escape
what's inside
but still we fight, fight-- fight!
against the wind and the source of our plight
why don't we stay, stay-- stay?
at the bottom, watching surface meet day
quiet, remembering homogeneity
existing as a monument to mystery
mystery...
mystery...
mystery!
grace like water flowing into low places
grace, a fire hydrant soaking the pavement
grace in the morning, grace at night
because thru faith we are justified
for who can understand the riches of the glory of his grace?
humans are broken, coated in sin
oblivious to the kingdom within
but we swim in grace, suspended in god's love
just remember: as below so above
for who can understand the riches of the glory of his grace?
can you comprehend that you’re at once a sinner and a saint?
you can pray but you can't pay for grace
if you’re afraid, then you're in the right place
be in the world, share the good news
grace is free so we got nothing to lose
for who can understand the riches of the glory of his grace?
can you comprehend that you’re at once a sinner and a saint?
god help us for all that we are, and everything we ain’t…
we’re human! we're human!
we mess up all the time
we're human! we're human!
but thanks to god that's not a crime
for who can understand the riches of the glory of his grace?
can you comprehend that you’re at once a sinner and a saint?
god help us for all that we are, and everything we ain’t…
and when we're wrong, god,
help us reform!
when we're wrong, god,
help us reform!
help us, help us, help us...
for who can understand the riches of the glory of his grace?
thumbing through rules
fumbling with tools, i am
numbing my roots
i have numbered my moons
losing my cool
using up fuel, i am
speaking too soon
i am being a fool
well i am moving on
and moving through
with a few bad scars
and a heart full of kangaroos
picking at scars
wishing on stars, i am
always at war
am i going too far?
holding my breath
getting closer to death
getting over the past
can't let go of what's left
because today i think
and tomorrow i think again
i got another think coming
but i really don't know when
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recorded at St. Michael Lutheran Church, Wellington, FL
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