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Waiting To Be Heard
04:15
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I met a drunk old man while waiting for a train
Whiskey on his breath and speech slurred
But one look into his eyes, those oceans of pain
I knew he had a story just waiting to be heard
He said he’d had a lot of things like women, drink, and wealth
Couldn’t seem to get this emptiness cured
He said it’s all just endless noises humming in our heads
And son, those noises ain’t waiting to be heard
Oh, my brothers and sisters
We are beggars in a city
And silver and gold won’t fill the pockets of our souls
I’ve got this stirring in my soul that’s urging me to move
This tune of life, it’s a broken record
Well, I’ve had enough, I’m lifting the needle from the groove
There’s got to be a new song that’s waiting to be heard
I’m listening for that trumpet, I’m listening for that trumpet
I’m listening for the sound of my Lord
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Brother, Mother, Father
03:32
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Brother, what is your reason?
Are you searching for a new season?
The crops which you have grown
The seeds that you have sown
All is vanity and death
History it says, "Don't hope on this side of the grave."
But new life and new justice comes just like a tidal wave
Our Mother's rain brings redemption
Like dew on grass, daily given
While we take with no returns
She grieves, and oh, she yearns
For a day when all is new
Our Father's grace brings exemption
And from his hand comes new creation
All the weary and forlorn
All the broken and the torn
Come and drink, taste and see
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With every mountain climbed or conquered, a larger one is faced
And every road is walked and wandered, only to be replaced
And I can't seem to find you
But I know that I've lost you
How the distance is not known
'Till on our hands, the blood has flown
How our distance is not know
'Till on our hands, the blood has flown
Armed with war into the pasture, I have slain the dove
And as I grow in mind and stature, I lose my will to love
Before we get older
I swear, you are closer
If our hearts would stay younger
You would be nearer
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Unsafe
03:48
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I have found love is a mystery
When I think I'm most resolved, I am most in doubt
And honestly, it scares the hell out of me
But maybe that is just what I need right now
And love tells me to take her hand and walk on out the door
And she has let me down before
But I'm learning every day, love is not what it would seem
It is not safe, but it is good
Lately, you've only been a fix of mine
The nicotine I crave when I've had a hard day
But do not be my last resort in these hard times
Be my daily bread, take my hunger away
We're surrounded by walls of doubt
Let truth break them down, and may we not resist
And we are men of drunken vows
So may our hands carry the weight of the words from our lips
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The Great Sigh
04:14
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It's been a long and a weary drought
With water dripping out of the spout
Swollen throats and cracked and bloody mouths
It's been a long and a weary drought
'Cause the works of my hands have fallen from my hold
Too many times now to be told
My heart is heavy, and my hands are cold
Oh my God, it's getting old
I'm looking for the river that won't run dry
I'm searching for the waters that satisfy
Looking for the river that won't run dry
I am waiting for the great sigh
My words are vain, reject them all
They make the truest meanings come to a halt
So hear the depths from which they call
The voiceless longing in my heart and soul
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Meet Me Halfway
06:08
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I cease to live within when I save my own skin
I want to change, but I won't, no, I won't
At least not today, I'll just run away
Still chained to the pen
I have killed with a knife all of those whom I have despised
I'm on the run, like a fugitive of the state
Oh, how I have bruised, oh, how I've abused
I've become what I hate
Won't you meet me halfway
Meet me halfway
Go easy on me
I can speak with eloquence, present a faultless defence
Give me a test, and I'll check off all of the points
But I have not love, and it's not enough
Like a body without joints
So fill me up with this love, my will below, others' above
Something that lasts, not some flash in the pan
But I'm a cracked cistern, and I am slow to learn
I'm a broken man
I've seen your face, but only in dreams
What's true? What's false? I can't see
But like roots breaking through stone just to reach for the stream
Will you get through to me?
Will you get through to me?
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Threads
04:28
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The days of all, a rise and fall of needle and thread
We get up as day begins, and when it ends, we lay our heads
Weaving in and out, in and out...
When the string is cut, and our work is done
What will you leave behind?
What will you leave?
As the days pass by, the fabric unfolds in front of our eyes
What will you leave behind?
Our choices, they are voices that echo on
Your legacy, it's a tapestry reflecting who you have become
And it weaves in and out, in and out...
Will we see hopelessness, darkness, and plight?
Or righteousness, peace, and the light?
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N. Sherman Kelowna, British Columbia
With a sound that has garnered comparisons of Nick Drake and Elliott Smith, N. Sherman's songwriting illuminates the strange, dark, and beautiful areas of humanity. Taking a bold new lyrical direction and a more thoughtful approach to sparse arrangements, his debut full-length record "I Left a Candle Burning" was released last year. ... more
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