1. |
Risen Year
02:34
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here upon our bed I lie
eyes upon the darkened sky
head below the water line
drifting slowly, losing sight
erased the parts we didn't like
take it apart piece by piece
raising up a wounded hand
'my dear, can't you understand
this is who I've always been?'
clouds ascending, vision clear
in the light of the risen year
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2. |
House on Fire
03:05
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this is not the way that I imagined it to be
and so I flee into a circle of trees and scatter seeds
to see what grows so I can feed
the ways in which I want to run away
and be alone among the tall grass
draping myself in the greenery
this is not a house on fire
this is not a house on fire anymore
so please come home
scatter the ashes of a memory that I once had
scatter the memories of a time I felt alive
you were never where it started, nor where it ended
the river takes me where the Spirit flows
and I don't mind
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3. |
On The Blue, Pt. 2
03:33
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I forged a path inside this canyon
within these bones I can't be found
I raised the wall and I will be the one to knock it down
floating ever inward
this isn't what I would do
were I you
this isn't what I would say
where are you?
I am a boat out on the blue
I'll go on living without you
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4. |
The Quiet of This Room
04:21
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waking, sleeping, walking, praying
rhythms repeating
Jesus Christ - the body and the bread sustain me
through the night
write in the pages, tear them out
they will fall where they will
in the quiet of this room
and you read it more than you're supposed to
and you found a way to put it down
and you'll hand it over when you're not through
(but I can't turn the page)
and I'm ready for it now
and I've read much more than I was meant to
and I still have yet to put it down
and I won't hand it to you when I'm through
(but it's already yours)
and I'm ready for it now
and you say, 'it rains in these parts'
but all I've found as I've journeyed on and on
is a dry and arid garden in this heart
but I will not walk away from here
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5. |
One Cold Day
03:45
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one cold day
when I am dead and gone
this frozen river will roll on
and the birds will sing their morning song
as if I had never been born
[a song that they would not have sung,
if I had not been born!]
and the river will recede
and the valley has gone dry
but the water finds its way from the mountaintops
and empties to the sea
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6. |
A Cure
06:34
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and so you think you are alone here
no one to listen to you
and though the water doesn't flow here
late last night we found a strangeness in the room
we saw a strangeness in the room
and when you think you are alone, dear
and that your smallness cannot hold your longing
for some far-off, half-forgotten country
that you know deep down is really home
(you know deep down that this is not your home)
you're looking for a cure
and I'm looking for a cure, dear
[they look out through their clear eyes
asking questions that nobody can answer]
one day this will disappear
and I'll go on into a song of fire and fear
whirling around beyond the stars
I will sing until my fire goes out
one day we will disappear
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7. |
Lonely One
03:04
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I'll practice speaking from an honest place
but I have yet to find it here
I'll go on cleaning up the common space with you
lonely one, I always knew
I had a question to your answer
that I can't remember
but it'll come back soon
I'll sing a song upstairs while you're asleep
and let the words tell me what's wrong
but when I play it back it's not the same
it's not the same at all
there was a question to your answer
that I can't remember
but it'll come back soon
I had an answer to your question
that I insist you listen to
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8. |
Ordinary Days
03:24
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when was the last time
there were ordinary days?
when was the first time
you said my name?
there is a difference between the flooding and the rain
the two are not the same
no, the two are not the same!
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9. |
Warm November Day
03:11
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the words that we breathe out are delicate and small
but they have to contain the endless landscapes living in us all
from the garden, comes the wood-dove's call
and late last night we saw a strangeness in the sky
a tiny flake of ash we become when we die
and if not for the reasons spoken on that warm November day
I'd have found a reason to walk away
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10. |
End
01:44
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hearts that ought to burn
listening for the quiet Word
tell me, what do you hear?
the early morning birdsongs
what's it sound like to your ears?
promised with divine assistance
to remain a faithful, loving one
with a heart that's clear
intertwining words and hearts
in the light of the risen year
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Geology Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Geology is the home recording project of Greg Jehanian, the long time bassist of Philadelphia post-hardcore band, mewithoutYou. Through straightforward songwriting and melodies, Jehanian seeks to highlight the small, ordinary moments that draw us close to the enormity of Mystery. In summation, he states Geology's essence in these few words - lo-fi, high hopes. ... more
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