i will not shower you with compliments and platitudes that you will both disbelieve and ignore. i don't want to say what i know you've already heard countless times before. i'll just tell you that talking first and hearing later let me see that you are far imbued (and few imbibed) with qualities that do not meet the ear. but rather, complexities, nuancities, and anxieties that made me (sincere . . . ly) love jesus more to see artist and her craft both live there in such a paradox and dissonance that i cannot seem to figure out, but leaves me in silent awe as i revel in the glory of how deep one person can be throughout. in short, it's beautiful. it's beautiful.

My Cali Girl? Oh, God, I knew it!! Right when I stopped seeking is right when I would find the right one! I mean, the right one? Because I don’t know . . . First inductee into the club of my infatuation So many years ago, but only for a time. Shot down once, so I moved right along, Losing closeness day by day, week by week, month by month Class by class But now you’re back- But I thought you left! Off to see the real sunset and the real ocean, And the real you; but nonetheless. Strange occurrences accompany this new reacquaintance: Images of rings and white and things so right flood my conscious mind; Images of laying and lying And praying and dying For You: A face horizontal caressed by sunlight slits through bedroom blinds days, years after a honeymoon shared. Counting wrinkles day by day And counting sheep night by night Beside you. But the night is dark and hard to see Are you the face that's been haunting me? I strain my eyes, while confusion sets in, And now you’re coming back, away from real sunsets, and real oceans, The real you - Is it a sign? Oh God, I don’t know it!

[end of "Poseidon"] I am your refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Though the mountains be tossed into the heart, of the sea You will not fear. You will need me. I will make it so. So wake up, oh wake up Odysseus. Wake up.... ["Calypso's Cave"] I’m up. I’m awake. I roll over. She’s not there. My mind turns, to better days. Former loves before I fell away. How far I’ve come - away from you. Oh, there’s lover, across the sea. I long to feel her breath upon my neck. My body groans, my spirit aches for redemption to come and to be joined to her It’s here. He’s here. He’s sent someone to my aid. She bargains well. He does better. How far I’ve come - away from you. Oh, there’s lover, across the sea. I long to feel her breath upon my neck. My body groans, my spirit aches for redemption to come and to be joined to her Calypso sings to me, trying to win me back but I’ve seen outside the cave Former loves will not do, shadows won’t satisfy now that I’ve seen my unseen chains A battle lies before, a battle for true love I go now against the tide I may fail or conquer, die or live, but either way I’m yours. Oh, there’s lover, across the sea. I long to feel her breath upon my neck. My body groans, my spirit aches for redemption to come and to be joined to her

My left hand rings out against the wine glass Your reddish-hue still burning upon the edge of yours. A simple business meal suddenly changes tone. My hand receives a gentle touch; My ears receive a simple proposition. You want me to love you, and I swear I do. But not in the way you want. The right to know me as one is just for my bride alone- the one whom I sealed upon my wrist But I long for thee with a poet’s heart but a poet’s words are never enough, To express on paper, in verse or voice just what’s going on inside. So as a soldier will die for his nation alone and a martyr for his cause. So will a Lover give Himself just for His Bride . . .

[Adoring in the Garden (An Interlude)] Instrumental...

I want your ugly I want your disease I want your everything As long as it's free I want your love Love-love-love, I want your love I want your drama The touch of your hand I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand I want your love Love-love-love, I want your love I want your love and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance I want your love and All your lovers' revenge You and me could write a bad romance I want your horror I want your design 'Cause you're a criminal As long as your mine I want your love Love-love-love, I want your love I want your psycho Your vertigo stare Want you in my rear window As long as you're there I want your love Love-love-love, I want your love I want your love and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!) I want your love and All your lovers' revenge You and me could write a bad romance I want your love and I want your revenge I want your love I don't wanna be friends I want your love and I want your revenge I want your love I don't wanna be friends I don't want to be friends... I don't want to be friends... I don't want to be friends... Want your bad romance! I want your love and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! I want your love and All your lovers' revenge You and me could write a bad romance

Pilgrim Song Words & Music: Chris Currie (2009) We finally made it here now Down that long, dusty road We had to drop a few bags along the way We packed our lives into a truck And then we headed up the coast On fumes of gasoline and a little bit of faith But the Lord had mercy on us And we pulled into this town And found a resting place where we could lay our heads And there’s been food on the table And even friends to gather ‘round We’ve found our cup is overflowing in our hands But it’s still not home Now I look back on Georgia And the twenty-seven years I spent just trying to find a way out of town How I dreamed of the horizon And the endless, two-lane road And all the promises that lay just farther down So I took off down the highway Left the foothills and the pines For greener pastures somewhere up around the bend But I guess that red dirt’s in my blood It somehow got under my skin And now the roots I never thought I had are aching for the land Of my home Well maybe I’m just another pilgrim on the road Or maybe I’m in exile and never coming home I never thought I’d be here, never dreamed of looking back But what can we see anyway, except what’s already past? Now I wonder just how hard Could be the pavement of the streets Of this city they call Brotherly Love As hard as all the stony faces, Lined with history and pain, I see every time I bother to look up Could we sink our roots down here Could we make this place our home Or would we always be just strangers in their midst? And how long will we keep looking Even farther up the road For that promised land where we say “This is it - We’ve found our home” Well maybe I’m just another pilgrim on the road And maybe I’m in exile, but I’m pressing toward my home And though I can’t see clearly now, I’m not looking back I’ll see you on the other side, when we find home at last

Brother Words & Music: Chris Currie (2007) Oh my brother, don’t you fall away. Don’t wander off too far. Don’t forget your family name. Now, supper’s on the table; if you’re coming we will wait. Been so long since we’ve seen you - we always save your place. So, if you come upon an old familiar road That you traveled long ago, Maybe you should take it And make your way back home. Oh my brother, please remember me. Always following behind you, always nipping at your heels Well, I’ve grown up in your shadow, and I’ve rested in your shade But in your absence there’s a darkness that I really can’t explain And I pray the sun is shining on your face With a full wind in your sails To hasten you on And bring you safely back on your way. Oh my brother, I remember when We were wrestling as children and sometimes you’d let me win Or I’d get into trouble, and you would take the fall But now you’re falling on your own somewhere And too proud to call But I’d pay the charges if you’d let me share your pain I’d throw myself down on the tracks Of your runaway train For you, my brother, I’d do just about anything. Oh my brother, how I love you so You taught me probably more than half of everything I know. But now you’ve squandered your inheritance With everything you’ve earned You’re a prodigal, out on your own Every bridge you crossed you burned But I’d cross the canyon and climb the other side, Calling out your name ‘Cause supper’s on the table and without you, It’s not the same.

Fools’ Gold Words & Music: Chris Currie (2005) Hey, man, where you going? What you thinking? Why you running away? Don’t you think that we’ve got a good thing going? Don’t you want to see where we can take it? Or have you gone and lost your faith? Don’t you believe anymore that we can make it? Don’t you want to shoot for the stars for heaven’s sake? Listen here, don’t you know what you’d be leaving? I believe I could find a reason to keep you On the road with your name in the neon lights Living town to town, living night to night We could do it all on our own time And if we take a closer look, we’ll find We’re sitting on a goldmine We may never get a chance like this In another thousand lifetimes Chorus I said, “I know the wide road looks bright. And all the lights are green and so it seems That everything is just right. But that highway’s just too fast – I think I’ll take the back roads And I won’t live out my days Searching for fools’ gold.” How can you look at us and say You’d rather give it up than keep it Never wake the giant – just let him sleep Never face the music – just run away? Whatever happened to your faith? Is it lost and gone forever Or did you put it in a new place? I said, “I never put it anywhere. The wind just swept it up one day.” Chorus

Not Wasting Time Words & Music: Chris Currie (2002) It’s time to jumpstart this party, wage a war on the authority of society’s majority that’s harboring a pejorative underestimation of our predestination to fall flat on our faces in this cage of moderation that they lay at our feet in the street. If you can’t see it, you’re knee deep in the snare, sitting there in your chair. Get up! Get your share of today. Tear away. Anywhere that they say you should be - stay away. ‘Cause believe it or not, believers have got to be walking around in a world that’s not known to be receptive, but deceptive except for several agents of another world, aliens to this underworld - strangers to a fallen world, making way for the maker of a better world. Take me to another world, making me a stranger no more, estranging me from the war. Chorus: No, no, no, no, no… I’m not wasting my time. To the pilgrims, why don’t you come to the feast and eat the beast just to get out of the storm for a piece. Now grace and peace be to the people who are seeking to see, believing to be beneath the bloody nails in the tree as they wander the street and greet the people they meet. Beneath their feet the fire’s screaming but they can’t even feel it ‘cause they’re wearing the shield. They know their covenant’s sealed by the blood of the sweetest, prettiest lamb in the field. And they know it’s real and they feel like they’re stealing home. You know however low you go that you can always go home. Like in the letter to Rome or in the book of the poems – it shows we’re so below zero on the totem pole, you know, we’re holding onto perfection, walking another direction. Just a suggestion, give this section your undivided attention. Chorus Out of the shadows (as are all our days on the earth). It’s worth its weight in gold to wait and hold to promises perfect. A servant who deserves no mercy but persecution and sentence, on his knees in repentance for evil lurking within him, is turning and walking a road (he doesn’t know where it goes). He just follows and knows somebody is calling him home. All roads are leading to Rome except for this one he’s on. He’s a stranger out of danger of the wages of wrong. And this world of hurting, perverted, deserting, should never unnerve the unworthy who burn in a needing to serve he who never deserts the person in need who believes in the word of the architect. Let me genuflect in your general direction. Let me introspectively self-inspect - redirect my steps. Resurrect in me a need to be at rest in the peace that freely reigns over nations in patience, waiting so plainly stating the way to be safe from the crazy games that they’re playing. I’m saying, stranger, it’s raining but don’t dismay ‘cause it’s changing. The ancient of days is reigning, taking names and he’s saying – Chorus

They Say Words & Music: Chris Currie (2002) They say she kisses just like Judas They say she’ll turn your heart to stone They say she’ll leave you with the weight of the world Hanging on your bones They say her story’s always changing She sings a siren’s song They say she’ll have you chasing everything That you’ve had all along Chorus They say, they say You must be crazy to chase a girl like that (repeat) Well I’ve been looking for a little mischief They said I’d find a little pain They said she’d hang me out to dry And leave me standing in the rain They say she’ll open up a world That revolves around dispair They say she’ll wine and dine your hopes And then vanish in thin air Chorus …well I am They say I never learn my lesson They say someday I will see That everything they told me of Will surely come to be They say I never listen They say I will get what’s due They say they knew my life was over When she first walked in the room But she just makes me feel alright (x12) Chorus … well I am.

Going Home Words & Music: Chris Currie (2002) I remember thinking I’d have to keep my eyes open Just a little longer So I can look at your face And lock it up inside my mind So anytime I close my eyes I can call you back to life Pre-chorus: But now I’m driving toward you And I can see you in mind Clear as day You’re waiting for me As I have waited for you for so long Waiting for this day Waiting for this moment Chorus: When all my life My roots have run deep In this Georgia red clay But right now as I leave this place I’m going to you And it feels like I’m going home I never guessed It could have been this hard To say goodbye It always seemed a lifetime away But when that day came It seemed to last a lifetime Another lifetime until I see you again Pre-chorus Chorus

Make me down a pallet on your floor make me down a pallet on your floor make me down a pallet soft and low when I'm broke and I got no place to go I've been hanging round with good time friends of mine oh I've been hanging round with those good time friends of mine, oh they treat me very nice and kind when I've got a dollar and a dime we're in the blues honey everywhere I see oh we're in blues everywhere I see we're in the blues honey everywhere I see cause no one's ever had the blues like me the way I'm sleeping my back and shoulders tired, the way I'm sleeping my back and shoulders tired come tomorrow I'll be satisfied if I can catch that fast train and ride So make me down a pallet on your floor make me down a pallete on your floor make me down a pallet soft and low when I'm broke and I got no place to go

"I spend my days in cathedrals stepping on pin needles oh what a life oh what a life You send me smokey confusion trompe l'oiel illusions and you make me think twice you make me think twice now I 'm lying in the grass fingers still clasped, lying in the grass my fingers still clasped from you I spend my days on city buses weaving in and out of corruption so I close my eyes I just close my eyes you give me glimpses of bello compassato but you still can't make an offer so I close my eyes I just close my eyes now I'm lying the square full of tangles and tears from you now I'm lying in the square full of tangles and tears from you We travel and we travel but we still seem to unravel so we close our eyes we just close our eyes we travel and we travel but we still seem to unravel oh what a life, don't close your eyes If your lying in the grass fingers still clasped to all those lying in the square full of tangles and tears to all those lying in their beds ghosts filling their heads lying in your bed but tomorrow will be new

I'm lost in a distant land and I don't really know where I am I turn the corner and I round the bend and take a look out my window again I watch the people as they pass me by and all the questions are ceased inside so many faces and different names but somehow they all sound the same And its all falling down like drops of water into the sod and clay And we try to catch these moments as there passing ther'e just slipping away and so I'll wait anticipate and so I wait anticipate because there is more of you" And its all falling down like drops of water into the sod and clay And we try to catch these moments as there passing ther'e just slipping away and so I'll wait anticipate and so I wait anticipate because there is more of you