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The Ache and the Awe

by Smith & Jones

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1.
Gather into one place the lovely remains of the ancients, Mighty in valor Known for wisdom they rose But all they have are dust and bones which have lain for so long, so long, in Cathedrals of might and stories all their own Boom goes the gun, the fire is burning, cause desires and yearnings For land and power, and freedom from horrors and thrones Men and women are dying and dying in droves Only the monstrous anger of the guns mowed them down Only the stuttering rapid rattle sound They died in thousands and millions all around At Somme and Ypres they did drown All across the world people hold dear Truth and honor, fathers and daughters draw near Crackle goes the fire and down goes the nail through their bones Their lives thrown to the side of the road And their tombstones never again are sought or shown Gather into one place the lovely remains of the ancients, Mighty in valor Known for wisdom they rose But all they have are dust and bones Remember remember their names and why they died Remember remember how they laid down their lives
2.
Speak 03:28
There’s a longing for the Father who’s gone, a yearning for that abiding embrace that speaks rest for the weary who’re trapped in place But there is a trace in the blood and the sword, a will-o-wisp that entrances the weak and the poor Eat this calf I’ve been preparing, and wear this robe that I’ve been wearing Speak to your son who’s been caring for your lambs, and speak to your son whose pride is in a sham Speak to me… Oh I’ve eaten my fill of the pigs’ pods and I’ve sown your fields with sweat and blood And there’s no guilt in life or fear in death, but all I ever wanted was your presence And remember your Word, for it’s my only hope, and when the man said to whom else shall we go? He spoke the truth that even when you’re gone there is no one but you, my God my God Speak to me… Father may your will be done And when you hear the cry of this son My your battle cry be “bring him home” Bring him home, bring him home, in your presence he is home
3.
A Farmer 05:00
In an forested glen of ivory pines and saplings of green Farmer stood weeding his carrots and looking after his beans after his beans He lived in a cottage with his wife and grew his food without strife A man came and asked for water and a hen to eat, he said get your own meat, I’ve worked this land with my bare hands and you are not worthy of what I’ve grown so go Feel your heart callusing over, feel your soul getting a little bit colder The farmer’s wife asked him to clean the clothes down at the river, so that she could go and cut herbs and prepare his dinner He said I don’t have time for the womanly work cause I've worked all day in the hot sun and you’ll not tell me what to do when I’m done The farmer grew old alone and with only longing in his tone he said I’ve worked my hands to the bone, and not shared what I’ve sown, and now I’m alone, I'm so alone Pride never makes a man, nor the work of his hand, but how serves when he’s hungry, and those he can not stand Let this be Bring me the lazy bring me the weak, bring me a towel so I can clean their feet Break down
4.
Blessed 04:45
I was ashamed of my middle name, the name that my parents had given me. And by implication I was ashamed of what my they stood for and what they dreamed But my grandfather’s grandfather blessed my name, and spoke prayers over what I was to be Now the righteous have spoken, and the Father’s intervened, my name is blessed and the power that was passed down holds sway over me Hallelujah Songs ring out from the mouths of blessed, and hordes of angels erupts to keep the pace Hymns and praise and sounds for His name envelope heavens gate to proclaim The message of Joshua and the message of the jailor as for me and my house we will serve the Savior Around the piano a cry goes out there is a Redeemer and his kingdom is now We cry hallelujah, we cry hosanna to God be the glory for now and forever The Word that read after the breaking of bread There were that hands laid on my brother’s head men and women who have gone before who have intercessed at heaven’s door They cried (for love) And they prayed (for me) And they spoke (in truth) And they begged (for unity) Praise the Father Praise the Son Praise the Spirit for making us one Hallelujah
5.
Through the darkness, I behold her Beyond all work of sculptors stone Unchanged by the words of a liar Surpassing the Caesars of Rome, Light she was, bright and clear a vision amongst the desolate Gliding through the ruins of fear She came and was present Her name can not yet be spoken Her words remain unsaid My heart may remain broken For one without option to be dead Observant of the way she told So much of what was true, No puffing up or humble fold Just simple words, and honest cues She spared me the familiar guile, So easily achieved, That made other men smile And left me undeceived. With passionate calm she lived And laughed in the same way Of cleverness she was not rid Ready to sit or to play Conscious of my mother’s word The day always cherished Yearning for the three stranded cord The beggar never banished Wait I am running Wait I am coming Wait at the sea Wait for me

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released February 25, 2013

Cover art by Elizabeth Groth
Recorded by Transit Audio
Mixed and Engineered by Brad Pooler
Produced by Christine Hohenberger and Brad Pooler
All songs written by Peter Taylor

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