Fearfully – Wonderfully – Live
StandardFearfully, Wonderfully
Fearfully, Wonderfully Made (Chorus)
Fearfully, Wonderfully Made
The Change come from the Creator
So reach out now, Unafraid
Fearfully, Wonderfully Made
Fearfully, Wonderfully Made
Sit down now and enjoy it
Just Know Love, and be amazed
You’re talkin’ to them in the Mirrors
Asking them what you should do
But the Asker and the Answer
Both reside There in You
Seeking your worth on the Outside
Wondering if you are (now) good enough
Just relax my Love, it’s time now
Time to finally call your own bluff
Don’t give too much thought bout the Mirrors
Wondering when and if You are to change
You’ve been loved since from the Beginning
It’s ok to let go the reins
The seed don’t get to choose or not
Where, why, and how it should grow
It just sends down roots and sends up shoots
I becomes as it learns to let go
Cry Baby – Live
StandardCry Baby
Looking past the masks you wear
I can see You there in your eyes
Peering through your windows in can see your Soul
I feel your fear
I sense the fragrance of your envy
I can taste the dark sadness of you
Willing, wanting to be yet, will not
Comical, cartooned, contortions turned tragic
Captured in Culture’s cul-de-sac
Creativity consumed, consecrated to the warped reflection
Callous, constrained, yet secret tears fall down the well
Youth harbors Eternity’s now stirring seed
Weeping moistens the protective layers of self
Masks hide and safeguard the Soul’s germination
But the seed must die in order to live
Cry Baby is not your name
It is the way you seek
Cry Baby, suffer
Feel the pain of your disloyalty to You
Surely the seed fears the transformation
The pain of the outer shell splitting
Now vulnerable, alive, alone
Feel the light there in the darkness and reach for the sun
Be still baby, just look in my eyes
I can see you there, I see your beautiful Soul
Let go all that is not You, turn inward to see
The amazing You, you were created to be
On the Fringe – Audio & Jazz Video from Work Play
StandardI included the video from Work Play with the guys.
On the Fringe
It all happens on the Edge (Refrain)
Out of sight, out of view
Take a step off the ledge
It’s happening now, on the Fringe of You
Quit waiting on the When to start
As if it ever comes
Your song is playing in the dark
You are the one who hummmms
My I is not Me
At least, It’s not quite all
Longing’s discontent tells the story
Forever onward, I follow the call
My eyes strain to see
Through the warped and darkened glass
All I do and all I’ve done
None will finally last
I am the secret seed growing silent
Never seen and never known
My form may change as time allows
And I can see it as my own
In the space where I was not
Is where I come to Be
The yearnings of my Soul
Give me birth and they create me
ApoState – Noun and Adjective
StandardApostate
Fallen from the Church of State
No longer swallow what they feed me
Stomach turns from all I’ve ate
And vile disgust has freed me
My Uncle Sam is a criminal
Just in another suit
Greed, control, and Egos’ rule
Fear feeds and “lies” at its root
Some wear blue and some wear red
Pachyderms and Asses in public war
In dark intercourse they divide the bread
Hidden secret, behind the Door
They pay homage to a plastic God
Who lets them play the priestly Pimp
But they with Whore’s stilettos shod
Feet quick for evil will always finally limp
They wage a war upon the poor
Disguised as helpful hand
Abuse the meek and make them more
They break their legs to help them stand
Their war on Terror wages
Like a crackhead on the Rock
Bloodlust high, crazy it rages
As they sacrifice the Baby’s blood and mock
So damn them all to the Hell they love
And the Church in which they breed
Their God is one I know not of
Mine, the Maker of the Seed
Necromancers in gowns of light
Their spells enthrall the masses
Wake up my friend join in the fight
And they can kiss our Natural asses