1. |
From the Rafters
02:30
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There is somethin' bout' a Sunday
I am hard pressed to explain
An altar bathed in stained glass candlelight
And the oldest in the building
Knows the building is twice their age
And yet hasn't missed a service in their lives
They had revival in the 60's
But it never was quite too clear
As to just what made the devil that afraid
Cause it hurts me to admit it
But there ain't much left to fear
From the couple dozen faithful who remain
So who am I to fight it?
All this apathetic hate
For the church who made my father sell our home?
I got ash inside my bible
Back in august of 08'
When I watched the mercy seat go up in smoke
Are we fit to pay our tithe
With 30 coins of silver?
The devil, you, and I
The God I can't remember
I am hanging from the rafters by a rope you people tied
Yeah, I'm the masochist you made me
But I still can't say goodbye.
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2. |
Fallen Angel
03:07
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Fallen Angel
Meant for resisting
I've got his scent now
He's got the best of me
Lord knows I love him, but
The lord is not listening
And who am I not to obey?
Fallen angel
Meant just to tempt me
My lord loves look don't touch
Evidently
And so my bed will stay
Half empty
Except for when I'm lying wide awake
If I could
If I could
I'd let him go
But is it good?
Is it good
For man to be alone?
Must it be?
That loneliness was made for men like us?
This mild abomination
That I'll jealously call love
Fallen angel
Meant just to spite me
Those haunting wood-brown eyes
God bred to blind me
Oh what a cheekbone sprawl
Oh how unlikely that
This would be the way my heart would go
If I could
If I could
I'd let him go
But is it good?
Is it good
For man to be alone?
Must it be?
The pagan in this chest of mine
dies young?
This mild abomination
That I'll jealously call love
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3. |
White for Harvest
02:05
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Can we go down to church
I'm craving pretty words
I need some minor chord to teach my heart to feel
I need some worship band
To tell us all to stand
When no one even has the nerve to kneel
The harvest field needs service
It's time to slash and burn it
All in our western sort of way
Who knew I'd see God's worst
When I went down to church today
Can we go down to church
I'm craving country first
I need those stars and stripes to cover up the cross
I need iraqi blood
To fill the altar cup
I need to never think I'm wrong
Stand and salute the flag
That slaughters men in mass
And then They'll call me up to pray
Who knew I'd see God's worst
When I went down to church today
I need that straw-thin Jesus
Lord I need eisegesis
Yeah, I need somethin' he would hate
Who knew I'd see God's worst
When I went down to church today
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4. |
Knight of Resignation
02:09
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Here I am with my heart raised to heaven
Biting the lips that I barely can move
As I croak out a prayer of confession
That I doubt is gonna get past the roof
So if I'm supposed to feel your election
Was this doubt that I'm feeling foreknown
There is power in the blood and pretensions
But I don't know
If this blood on my fingers, is somehow my God's
Or if that's just from clawing for hope
God what has this come to?
Am I on my own?
Inside of my head I have no question
But inside of my heart I don't know
Cause what if I love you?
But what if I don't?
It doesn't make sense
But he needs no defense
Well isn't that what I've been told?
I don't have the answers
But what do I know?
I don't have the answers
But what do I know?
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5. |
The Lengths (Akeldama)
03:09
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Driving home, for the weekend
But I shuddered as I crossed the county line
It's only Easter, I'm glad to see them
But church ain't felt the same in quite some time
Thank God for worship, the team is amazing
I used to make it every Thursday night
But now I'm a good three hours away
So now I barely play
But to say its for the better ain't a lie
Dim the lights, its time for service
And I'll watch the better men climb on that stage
Its been forever since I worshiped
At least not in some superficial way
They'd never judge me, no one's perfect
Do you think that they can tell I've lost my faith?
Calling out the SBC, might've cost me my degree
But honestly they'd be a little late
And yet they love me
And yet I hate it
I've always been a mess at keeping friends
God you made me so apathetic
How am I supposed to love you if I can't?
Have you doomed me in preelection?
Is there a way to meet me where I am?
How am I to feel "the call?" I can't feel anything at all
Lord even Thomas had to see the hands
Does Judas burn in hell? But God he killed himself
Forgive him, lord I know that kind of grief
How strange for you to be
So willing not to see
The lengths to which I go to just believe
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6. |
The Worship Song
03:45
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What strange condition
I am down upon my knees
Worshiping a King I barely love
My father listens
To each sacrilege I speak
The same fingers on these strings
Are covered in his blood
But I'm still singin'
In my own unworthy way
With nothing but his mercy
And a debt I'll never pay
God bless these worthless things
That my mouth can't help but say
Bless the hymn I'll never play
Worth half the praise you're owed
God bless these two left feet
That can't help but lead and dance
Bless these two unsteady hands
Still bloody with the God they've aimed to please
And though they won't
I still can't help but try
So father bless these filthy rags of mine
I can't debate it
Every word left on my tongue
Every breath inside my lungs
Will go to waste
I hate to hate it
But when this set is said and done
Every chord I've conjured up
I may as well have never played
So I'll sing these sterile words from off the wall
But this tune my tongue so stammers seems to barely be a song
And yet you say you welcome my respect? However small?
How strange for you to be
So willing not to see
The lengths between enough and none at all
God bless these two left feet
That can't help but lead and dance
Bless these two unsteady hands
Still bloody with the God they've aimed to please
And though they won't
I still can't help but try
So father bless these filthy rags of mine
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7. |
Fallen Angel (Live)
02:58
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Fallen Angel
Meant for resisting
I've got his scent now
He's got the best of me
Lord knows I love him, but
The lord is not listening
And who am I not to obey?
Fallen angel
Meant just to tempt me
My lord loves look don't touch
Evidently
And so my bed will stay
Half empty
Except for when I'm lying wide awake
If I could
If I could
I'd let him go
But is it good?
Is it good
For man to be alone?
Must it be?
That loneliness was made for men like us?
This mild abomination
That I'll jealously call love
Fallen angel
Meant just to spite me
Those haunting wood-brown eyes
God bred to blind me
Oh what a cheekbone sprawl
Oh how unlikely that
This would be the way my heart would go
If I could
If I could
I'd let him go
But is it good?
Is it good
For man to be alone?
Must it be?
The pagan in this chest of mine
dies young?
This mild abomination
That I'll jealously call love
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Daniel Horton Charlotte, North Carolina
Daniel Horton, although young and full of potential, creates music meant to enrapture and impact the heart. Using minimalist and folky instrumentation, his goal is to draw attention to the deep lyrics and heartfelt poesy of his art, in an attempt to create an experience both moving and personal. ... more
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