1. |
Six Feet
02:37
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there's an evil under the sun
death it comes to everyone
rich and poor the wise and foolish
regardless of all accomplishments
and all your bravest deeds
disregarding all you've seen
you're buried in the ground
six feet down
so what's the purpose
and what's the point
is all this worthless
all my wisdom ends the same
death will come and lay it's claim
the fool ends up no different
the valiant and decadent
well vanity under the sun and
death it comes to everyone
death does not discriminate
we die
just give me purpose
before I go
don't leave me worthless
six feet below
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2. |
Purpose
02:15
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there's an evil under the sun
time will pass on everyone
chance will strike and without warning
spending all our days in mourning
names forgotten and erased
love and jealousy and hate
vanish all from memory
and fade into the sun
just take what's given
while we are young
amidst our toiling
(under the sun)
wisdom surely outshines madness
folly leads to further sadness
both will surely end the same
when death decides to lay it's claim
so rejoice under the sun
rejoice in labors done
rejoice within the one
life we live
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3. |
200 BPM
03:24
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V1:
I propose that Love is theory
theoretical in mind
she says she needs the practical
and practically all the time
There is Calculation
hypotheticals and postulates
regarding emotion
And including all its aggregates
She needs application
Where the Sinews and the pressures match
flows from derivation
and the Fingers meet and join and catch
And there are all these formulae
these. complex forms describe ideal
but given my l hypothesis
she still says she needs something real
CH1:
The process of
accurately Approximating
enormous complexities
Leaves me breathless
describing what most certainly
will never make good sense to me
V2:
Trying to accommodate what man can never understand
attempting to conglomerate all observations of woman
Everything empirical that I've collected across time
It Now only repudiates the past conclusions of my mind
My head is spinning circles
And unknowing what it thought it knew
This undulating process
it creates and then creates anew
My heart quickly accelerates while pondering this mystery
200 beats per minute and continues beating rapidly
CH2:
The process of
accurately Approximating enormous complexities
Leaves me breathless
describing what certainly never will make sense to me
How can I Begin to try to implement
All That I've learned in my descent Into madness
V3:
I propose that love is not
As simple as a formula
I'm giving up this project
And I'm calling love an enigma
But beautiful, and mystery
a wondrous serendipity
these unexplained phenomena
are brimming with complexities
My head is spinning circles
But it's learning everything anew
This undulating process it creates
and then creates anew
But who wants love to stay the same
There's radiance in every change
The pursuit of the hidden things
Gives life to what we call mundane
CH3:
The process of
accurately Approximating enormous complexities
Is so worthless
describing what most certainly will never make good sense to me Just give up
Love transcends every boundary
And all human ability
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4. |
Grace (She Said)
03:36
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She said
To me
"I feel this great antipathy
Towards all
I fall
Into these fits of apathy
So why
Can't I
Find it within me
to bestow grace"
Her face
Turned sweetly
Toward mine
As I replied
"Darling nor can I
Grace is not my own
Hard as I may try"
She said
To me
With an apparent pleasantry
"These words
You speak
They sound like vain attempts to
appear meek
To seek
To strive to show the world
Humility"
"Darling how can I
Grace is not my own
Hard as I may try
The grace that I've been shown
Is all I I can bestow
The grace I show
Is the grace I know
The grace I know
Is the grace that I've been shown"
She said
To me
"I think I can now see things
as you see
To love
Is simply giving what's first
from above"
She smiled
With light that I won't here
Try to describe
Alive
With radiance reflected from the sun
"So Darling just as I
Grace is not my own
Hard as I may try
The grace that I've been shown
Is all I I can bestow"
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5. |
Resting
02:31
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Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.
O, how great Thy loving kindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O, how marvelous Thy goodness,
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Belovèd,
Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Know Thy certainty of promise,
And have made it mine.
Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with Thy grace.
Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
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6. |
Another Song
04:48
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Stillness on the great abyss
Darkness of that great expanse
Starlight on the ocean mist
Nothing moves
Be still my soul
distant moon lit gleam
On the water face
Morning comes
Not with haste
Daybreak on the brightest emerald sea
Sunrise and all her glistening
Rise over me
Be still my soul
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Captain Thornton Huntsville, Alabama
Annointed by the Great Captain
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