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Morning Bells
03:01
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Morning Bells
When the morning’s light has come
And the distant stars breathe fire
All that is is sleeping
To the waiting sun
When the waking light has died
And the morning bells will chime
Everything shall listen
To the morning’s rhyme
When the morning sky unfolds
And the waking mind is wired
Everything shall listen
For the Great I Am
Touch the sky and paint it bright
Catch the stars and melt them down
Ancient fire releasing
Being all around
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What is Love?
03:08
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What Is Love?
You always thought that love was a fairy tale
Told to complete the sale
Where does your mind go now,
Now that you know it’s real?
Given time and a second chance
You take the time for a second glance at
The desire within
To replace the grace you used to feel
What is love? What is love?
Will you find your way too late?
Or will you find a heart to share?
What kind of love is in your fate?
Listen, you may
You may learn, if you dare
If you dare, if you dare, if you dare
What is love? What is love?
What is love? What is love?
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3. |
Moonlight on the Tree
04:37
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Moonlight On the Tree
When the time of darkness comes
Calling into the void
Thoughts and dreams are scattered wide
Falling into the void
Reason dissolves in light
And shines
In the day of endless night
Arising into the light
Love has no form
Spirit defines what is offered in being
Everything that you have learned is a hoax
Conjured to coax you to a way of being
Align, always align, never define
Sunlight sinking into sand
Melting all reprimand
Shaking all evil free
Moonlight upon the tree
Stones cast their shadows
From the firelight
Gods issue their commands
Playing upon the sands
Dust into dust
Salt into sand, as you reach into being
Worthless is everything that you had thought
When you were caught in the small way of being
Align, always align, never define.
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4. |
Of the Son
03:42
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Of the Son
Peace:
Searching for peace
Like so much golden fleece
What could it mean to you now if you found it?
Grace:
Floating in space
Another forgotten face
How will you know what it is when you find it?
Will you mind it?
Or pass by?
When you find it, will you mind it or pass by?
Love:
ladies and turtle doves,
Feeling the good above
Who would you trust with your heart if you found it?
Hope:
Dangling from a rope,
Watching the darkness grow
Sinking so slow as you know you are bound up
To the sky above
To the perfect love
Of the Son
You are bound up
To the sky above
To the perfect love
Of the Son
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5. |
Running Blind
02:49
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Running Blind
Running blind through the wild of the night,
Wild beasts dwell nearby
Losing sight of the signs that alight,
Ancient paths buried nearby
Give me signs, warning signs, danger signs,
Alert my mind
Give me signs, simple signs, any signs,
Relieve my mind
Scared child, running blind, what is the secret you hope to find?
Scared child, running blind, what is the secret you hold inside?
They’re gonna let you run till they catch you
They’re gonna let you fall
They’re gonna let you run till they catch you
They’re gonna let you fall to your knees
The cryptic characters, randomly strewn like pebbles
Uttering babble of war
The scattered love letters of fellow travelers
Left in the hovels of war
Right where you stood before
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6. |
Time's Collapse
04:20
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Time’s Collapse
Another hazy Sunday laying in the grass
Another false measure from first to last
Another crosswind that’s blowing through the pass
Waiting for time’s collapse
Waiting for time’s collapse
Accepting that you will never pass the test
Accepting that you are all-powerless
Accepting everything you cannot address
Waiting for time’s collapse
Waiting for time’s collapse
Waiting for time’s collapse
Lost to the Midwestern sky
Lost when you ceased to cry
Lost when you learned to tell the lie
Lost, will your spirit die?
Reflecting on the mornings wandering alone
Reflections of the faces pressing down like stone
Rejecting all the rotten meat for the bones
Waiting for time’s collapse
Waiting for time’s collapse
Waiting for time’s collapse
Lost to the Midwestern sky
Lost when you ceased to cry
Lost when you learned to tell the lie
Lost, will your spirit die?
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7. |
The Shootout
02:44
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The Shootout
When the shootout is done
And everybody is on the ground
And the western sky has got a hole in it
Where the blood runs down
It’s a bad day for the man who won
Hitch up and circle your wagons round,
Grab those doggies let’s blow this town
Bet you could have stood if you were a little bit older
Bet you could have won if your heart was colder
You’re in a game of Twenty-One
And you take another hit
And the outlaw calls your bluff,
Screaming, “we call it Blackjack!”
And he beats you to the gun
Hitch up and circle your wagons round,
Grab those doggies let’s blow this town
Bet you could have stood if you were a little bit older
Bet you could have won if your heart was colder
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8. |
Lord of Guile
03:57
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Lord of Guile
No simple answers
No simple questions are brought here
To the Lord of Smiles, merrily he chides
To the Lord of Guile, merrily he glides into his wiles
Dreaming sideways,
Dancing in praise
Tongue-tied halfway down,
Reaching underground
No single answer
No single pronouncement can make it clear
When the Lord of Smiles finally decides to remove disguises
When the Lord of Guile, castigating while returning from exile, rises
Dreaming sideways,
Dancing in praise
Tongue-tied halfway down,
Reaching underground
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9. |
House of Cards
04:21
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House of Cards
When the sun comes up, and you are sitting at the table
And the paper cup that you are holding to your chin
Begins to crumble from the weight of the heavy syrup
That you have been content to drown your coughing in
As the story ends, and you are waiting for the punchline
To a joke the hero told on the road to fame
Just remember you are standing on the breadline
And that the future of the world is cloaked in shame
You bow down, to the ground, you fall in, God calling
And as the sun goes down, you shuffle into the automobile
All set to carry you away to the sunset palace
A pot of gold sits at the curb on every corner
As you await another sip from the crystal chalice
Welcome to the House of Cards, won’t you stop and take a seat
House of mirrors’ broken shards, where we take our spirits neat
Come and see the pleasures that confusion oft will reap
Come into the House of Cards the stairs collapse as
Time elapses, all is lost to the Ace of Spades.
You bow down, to the ground, you fall in, God is calling
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10. |
Remembering (Ghosts)
03:12
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Remembering (Ghosts)
Remembering what was done
Remembering what is gone
Remembering all the people
Remembering everything, as you run from the ghosts
There are ghosts, they’re inside of you
Ghosts, they want everything inside of you
Ghosts, they let you know that they won’t hide from you
Lost amongst the ghosts, as they deride you
They’ll haunt you
They’ll remember you
They’ll let you be in their time
Remembering photographs
(They’re not just pictures)
Remembering wrong, perhaps
(From forgotten scriptures)
Remembering every feeling
(They never leave you)
Remembering every dealing
(That you’ve had with the ghosts)
There are ghosts, they’re inside of you
Ghosts, they want everything inside of you
Ghosts, seductive ghosts, they won’t hide from you
Lost amongst the ghosts, what has died in you?
They’ll want you
They’ll yearn for you
They’ll let you be in your time
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11. |
Dogs Barking
03:31
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Dogs Barking
Oh won’t you lay me down, won’t you take me down,
Oh won’t you set me down where the dewdrops never dry
Where the clouds dance in the sky
I want a summer day that never goes away and everything you say
Is like an offering to the sky, and the birds that are passing by
It’s then I hear the sounds of the dogs barking
Time to go home, where I’ll start to dream again
There is no life where I come from, there are no simple answers to the
questions that you ask, everything is made of glass
And when the heart resides in a chamber lined with papers you tend to believe what you read about, the mind is cast in doubt
Words: what have you got but words? What have you ever heard
That you could take and make into love, break into love
Deeds: lost in the garden weeds, scattered about like seeds--
How can you tell the good from bad when you want love?
Oh won’t you lay me down, won’t you take me down,
Oh won’t you set me down where the sad souls never cry,
And the clouds go drifting by
And where the heart resides a tender love abides,
I want to feel the sky and take an eagle for a ride in the waning light
It’s then I hear the sounds of the dogs barking
Time will make a way for me to start to dream again
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12. |
Adrift
02:52
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Adrift
Drifting along, played like a song
Head to tail wind, struck like a gong
Relentlessly shattered by sound,
Mercy is bound
Stripped to the threads of the sail cloth you’ve worn
Laid on display with your bow bent and shorn
Tossed in the fray with the waters, you’re torn
Drifting, drifting along
Drifting along, played like a song
Head to tail wind, struck like a gong
Relentlessly shattered by sound,
Mercy is bound
Paled by the storm, never to forget
Seasons of doubt, reasons to regret
Beast to the East, torrents to the West
Drifting, drifting along
Drifting along, played like a song
Head to tail wind, struck like a gong
Relentlessly shattered by sound,
Mercy is bound
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Christopher Peace Charlotte, North Carolina
Christopher Peace is a Charlotte, NC songwriter, composer, singer/guitarist. The Lower Providence Gospel Revue is the vehicle for these sounds, both solo and ensemble. In The House Of The Lord is an album of gospel and spiritual songs featuring the talents of Natalie Royal, Ron Brendle, David Kim, released in October 2016. New projects are planned, and this site also features unpublished demos. ... more
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