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Appendix A: Bootlegs & B-Sides (2006)
2006
1.
2.
Bigfoot's Weapons
3.
4.
5.
The Thing About Airplanes (Demo)
6.
Disobeying Orders
7.
8.
9.
My Weakness
10.
11.
Miss Jamie (Or, Deerwood Love Song)
12.
Jamie Lynn (Demo)
13.
Eric Peters = My Inspiration
14.
15.
Three Days Before Autumn
16.
Carolina (Live Studio Recording)
17.
18.
19.
20.
Teaching Serve Hymn
21.
22.
Mohawks on the Scaffold (Live)
23.
My Brother Pete
24.
Catch 22 (Live)
25.
. . .


Little Elba how's the sun in South America
Does it shine upon the faces of the poor?
Do they see in it the brilliance of the place that's been prepared
And dwell upon the hope of what's in store
Or are they just like me do they only see
An opportunity to complain about the heat

And little Elba how's the rain in South America
Does it fall upon the roof tops of the sick
Do they thank the Lord for coming up with such a great idea
And dream about a place beyond all this
Or are they just like us do they gripe and fuss
About the rain and mud when they've had too much?

Cause I'm just a little jealous
Of the nothing that you have
You're unfettered by the wealth of
Of a world that we pretend that's going to last

Well I'm weary of the spoils of my ambition
And I'm shackled by the comfort of my couch
Well I wish I had the courage to deny these of my self
And start to store my treasure in the clouds
Cause this is not my home
I do not belong where the antelope and the buffalo roam

And I'm just a little jealous
Of the nothing that you have
You're unfettered by the wealth of
Of a world that we pretend that's going to last

They say God's blessed us with plenty
I say you're blessed with poverty
Cause you never stop to wonder
Whether earth is just a little better than the land of the free

So I hope you're safe and dry in South America
Cause I'm feeling pretty good in Tennessee
But may you never be so happy that you forget about your home
Your home in the land of the free

. . .

Bigfoot's Weapons

[No lyrics]

. . .


Open the door and run outside
Your little boy heart alive
Into the morning light
Into the deep and wide

Dinosaur bones in the flowerbed
Rockets in the clouds
In a fight with a spider's web
Tunnels in the ground

Winding to China
To the mist of the distant shore
Better be home by suppertime
Back through the planet core

Feel the beat of a distant thunder
It's the sound of an ancient song
This is the Kingdom calling
Come now and tread the dawn

Come to the father
Come to the deeper well
Drink of the water
And come to live a tale to tell

Pages are turning now
This is abundant life
The joy in the journey
Is enough to make a grown man cry
With a little boy heart alive

Kings and castles in the neighborhood
Swords on the forest floor
Dragons in the magic wood
Better saddle your battle horse

Fighting Goliath
Better choose your weapons right
Five little stones and a faith on fire
In a little boy heart alive

Chorus

Met a kid at the railroad track
He had a stick and a nylon sack
I ran to the house to pack
I wanted to follow

Take a ride on the mighty lion
Take a hold of the golden mane
This is the love of Jesus
So good but it is not tame

Chorus

Ever the road goes on and on
Ever the road goes on and on and on

. . .


Flesh and blood, born a babe
Flesh and blood, you lived and breathed.
Amazing love, you came and gave
Your flesh and blood to set me free.

So, Halleluhah for the bread it is His body
And the wine it is the blood that binds us now
And the living bread remains the Communion of the Saints
Sing the mystery of faith, flesh and blood

Flesh and blood, you are my children
Flesh and blood, if you believe
So, take this cup, and when you taste
My flesh and blood, remember me

So, Halleluhah for the bread it is His body
And the wine it is the blood that binds us now
And the living bread remains the Communion of the Saints
Sing the mystery of faith, flesh and blood

We remember blessed Jesus, we remember
God help us all if ever we forget
How the author of the story
Cast off His crown of glory
For a crown of thorns
And, Flesh and blood

So, Halleluhah for the bread it is His body
And the wine it is the blood that binds us now
And the living bread remains the Communion of the Saints
Sing the mystery of faith

We remember blessed Jesus, we remember -- Bread it is your body
God help us all if ever we forget -- Blood that binds us now

And the living bread remains the Communion of the Saints
Sing the mystery of faith, flesh and blood

. . .

The Thing About Airplanes (Demo)

[No lyrics]

. . .

Disobeying Orders

[No lyrics]

. . .


Margie, won't you listen to an old man's wish
They say it's mighty pretty in Alaska
My daddy used to talk about those deep sea fish
So there's something, darling, that I wanna ask you
So don't you turn me down

In the morning we would listen to the cattle calling
Lowing in the land of Okeechobee
Where it's flatter than the cardboard on the carport floor
And the cattails seem to wave just like they know me

Ah, but Enoch in the tackle shop
Goes on about the salmon caught
The time he and his brother sailed to Juneau

So get in, I'll do the driving
The bag's already packed and in the truck
Margie, get in, put down those dishes
The town will see us go if we're in luck
So come on, it's Alaska or bust

I've been holding down this farm that daddy left me, darling
The kids have married off and moved away
And the doctor says I'm healthy for an old man dying
Well enough to seize another day

So get in, I'll do the driving
Your bag's already packed and in the truck
Margie get it, these bones are dry
I've been running, but the cancer's catching up
So come on, it's Alaska or bust

There were days when I imagined that the clouds were mountains
Towering above the rolling ocean
And I was sailing on my tractor, turning hay out in the pasture
Catching salmon of my own while I was mowing

So get in, I'll do the driving
Your bag's already packed and in the truck
Margie get in, there's not much time
I've been running, but the cancer's catching up
The town will see us go if we're in luck

So come on, it's Alaska or bust

. . .


Sarah, take me by my arm
Tomorrow we are Canaan bound
Where westward sails the golden sun
And Hebron's hills are amber crowned

So bid your troubled heart be still
The grass, they say, is soft and green
The trees are tall and honey-filled
So, Sarah, come and walk with me

Like the stars across the heavens flung
Like water in the desert sprung
Like the grains of sand, our many sons
Oh, Sarah, fair and barren one
Come to Canaan, come

I trembled at the voice of God
A voice of love and thunder deep
With love He means to save us all
And Love has chosen you and me

Long after we are dead and gone
A thousand years our tale be sung
How faith compelled and bore us on
How barren Sarah bore a son
So come to Canaan, come

Where westward sails the golden sun
And Hebron's hills are amber crowned
Oh, Sarah, take me by my arm
Tomorrow we are Canaan Bound

Copyright 2003 New Spring Publishing, Inc.

. . .

My Weakness

[No lyrics]

. . .


There is a reason you see
That I'm thicker in the middle
I could blame it on a bad knee
Maybe just a little

I could blame it on my blue jeans
Or that my wife is such a fine chef
My metabolism 's changing
But I haven't told you yet

It's a magical, mysterious
Hispanically ambiguously glaze

What is that white stuff on my nachos
It's too thin for melted cheese
It's too thick to be just milk
So won't somebody tell me please

What is that white stuff I'm consuming
Cause it's so consuming me

We'll you know they'll never tell you
Cause then they'd have to kill you
There's a mother load of cheese-juice
That they found in Matchu Pichu

In the temple of the Incas
There's a fountain flowing cheese dip
And then they smuggle it to Texas
And then they trick us with the free chips

It's mind control in a salsa bowl
I'm not even sure I remember how I got here

Well give me some of that white stuff on my nachos
It's too thin for melted cheese
It's too thick to be just milk
In its sublime consistency

What is that white stuff I'm consuming
Cause it's so consuming me

So this is sort of a love song
It's a kind of confession
As for me ya see I'm long gone
So consider this a lesson

They wanna make us into zombies
Lurch into La Hacienda
To gobble up the Chimmy Chongas
That isn't how you wanna end up

But Mexico remembers the Alamo
And the ghost of Montezuma 's on the move

He's taken over with the white stuff on my nachos
It's too thin for melted cheese
It's too thick to be just milk
So won't somebody tell me please

What is that white stuff I'm consuming
Cause it's so consuming me

What is that white stuff won't somebody please
What is that white stuff won't somebody please
What is that white stuff
I don't care, just pass the cheese

. . .

Miss Jamie (Or, Deerwood Love Song)

[No lyrics]

. . .

Jamie Lynn (Demo)

[No lyrics]

. . .

Eric Peters = My Inspiration

[No lyrics]

. . .


I'd give you all of me to know what you were thinking
And if I had one wish I'd wish I wasn't sinking here
Drowning in this well, oh can't you tell?

I can't pick myself up off the ground,
Well I've been face down and pushed aside.
Well you know I'd rather just turn tail and run
than lie here in the sun and watch you pass me by
Cause I ain't worth a dime.
(yeah yeah, oh yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah)

But If only I could stand up straight, I wouldn't have to lie and wait,
I could up and roll away, never be ignored
I've got a feeling that I'm something more
than just a piece of copper ore, turning green and looking for
The reason I was born.

I've been around since 1964, in banks and bottom drawers
And on railroad ties. I've been passed around and cast aside
Skipped and flipped and flattened wide, Spun around
And thrown away and left alone to lie

But If only I could stand up straight, I wouldn't have to lie and wait,
I could up and roll away, never be ignored
I've got a feeling that I'm something more
than just a piece of copper ore, turning green and looking for
The reason I was born.

(yeah yeah, oh yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah) na na na na na

But I heard about a penny found, lying underneath the couch
By a woman who was kneeling down, looking for some change.
Then the woman danced around and called her friends all over town
Told them what was lost is found, it's another penny saved.
And so I find that all this time beneath the surface I could shine
Like all the gold a king and queen could measure
You see even a penny is a treasure

(yeah yeah, oh yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah) na na na na na

. . .

Three Days Before Autumn

[No lyrics]

. . .


Well, I'm walkin' in the hills of Carolina
Through the heat as thick as the blood
That moves my bones
And I don't think much about nothing in Carolina
But it sure feels nice
Not walkin' on steel and stone

Chorus:
Far away from everything that keeps me from you,
Acceptance found in walkin' another mile
And the things I left undone
Become the things I'll never do

Cause I'm floatin' on the wind in Carolina
But my feet still slip in the mud
That holds me down
And I can't help takin' my time in Carolina
Cause the highway hummin'
Might keep me from comin' around

CHORUS

Bridge:
Long gone, it's only one more minute of another long day
Hold on, it's time I gave back
Just a little bit of change

Cause I'm walking in the hills of Carolina
Through the heat as thick as the blood
That saved my soul
And there ain't no doubt about nothing in Carolina
Boy, it sure feels nice
Not living on bread alone

CHORUS

So I think I'll stick around a little while in Carolina...

. . .


[Verses]
Oh the depth of the riches
Of the wisdom and knowledge of God.
How unsearchable his judgment,
How unknowable his paths.

Who knows the mind of our God,
And who can bring council to Him?
Who has given to God,
That God should repay?

[Chorus 1]
For from Him, through Him,
to Him, is everything.

[Chorus 2]
To God be the glory forever and ever.
To God be the glory forever, amen.

[Verses]

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2] x2

For from Him, through Him,
to Him, is everything, everything.
From Him, through Him,
to Him, is everything.

[Chorus 2] x2

. . .


Well, I haven't got a lot to offer
Just a rhyme and a melody
But I promised I'd write if it took all night
A lullaby for thee

CHORUS
They say there ain't no sleeping in heaven
Baby, that don't mean that you can't dream
So when you close your eyes
Know your mother and I
Pray the Lord your soul to keep
And we never got the chance to hold you
And we never got to tell you goodnight
So we hope you can hear as Jesus cradles you near
Baby, this is your lullaby

So are you running with the angels?
Are you singing with the saints?
Are you throwing a ball against a heavenly wall
Maybe swinging on the pearly gates?

Well there's so much love between us
And so much that I wanna say
I wanna ramble awhile with my beautiful child
Baby, I can hardly wait...

CHORUS

. . .


Lost my luggage in Kalamazoo
same way I tend to lose my conscience, too
another day in these dirty old blues, and I don't seem to mind.
this is a thing that confounds me,
You can find me; You surround and remind me.
I lose my way and I forget about You,
but You still remember me.

Isn't it love?
The rain that falls on the sinner and the saint.
Isn't it love?
The well that won't run dry.
Isn't it love?
These mercies are made new every morning.

And when I think about that prodigal son
I've got to smile when I see the old man run
and I know that You love us the same
'cause the sun came up today
just as if we deserved it,
just as if every one of us fools was worth it
truth is that we'll never be perfect, but You love us just the same.

Isn't it love?
This ran that falls on the sinner and the saint.
Isn't it love?
This well that won't run dry.
Isn't it love?
These mercies are made new every morning.

Isn't it love to look down from the sky
and see Your only Son on the cross asking why
and somehow let Him die that way
and not call the whole thing off.
All for a man here in Kalamazoo
who loses his bags and his way sometimes too.
but that was something that You already knew,
and still You died for me.

. . .

Teaching Serve Hymn

[No lyrics]

. . .


Wake up little Isaac
And rub your tired eyes
Go and kiss your mama
We'll be gone a little while
Come and walk beside me
Come and hold your papa's hand
I go to make an altar
And to offer up my lamb

I waited on the Lord
And in a waking dream He came
Riding on a wind across the sand
He spoke my name
"Here I am", I whispered
And I waited in the dark
The answer was a sword
That came down hard upon my heart

Chorous:
Holy is the Lord
Holy is the Lord
And the Lord I will obey
Lord, help me I don't know the way

So take me to the mountain
I will follow where You lead
There I'll lay the body
Of the boy You gave to me
And even though You take him
Still I ever will obey
But Maker of this mountain, please
Make another way

Repeat chorous x2

. . .

Mohawks on the Scaffold (Live)

[No lyrics]

. . .

My Brother Pete

[No lyrics]

. . .

Catch 22 (Live)

[No lyrics]

. . .


He said, "I have wandered far to yonder ocean
I have drunk from every fountain in this world
I have turned each mossy stone
And have found myself alone
But I believe there is love enough for the taking"

Well, he sat down in the sand and he took his shoes off
And he rambled on beneath the misty moon
He said, "I've spent more than I've saved
And I've kept more than I gave
But I believe there is love enough for the taking"

"Well, it covers us like rain
It washes and it stains
Poured out from heaven's cup
For you and me to drink it up
And in stubborn spite of my stubborn spite
I am loved nonetheless
I am loved all the more
And I believe there is love enough for the taking"

I watched him empty out his pockets and take his shirt off
And he smiled awhile at something in his mind
He said, "The secret of this life is found in blood and sacrifice
And so you see
There is love enough for the taking"

"Well, it covers us like rain
It washes and it stains
Poured out from heaven's cup
For you and me to drink it up
And in stubborn spite of my stubborn spite
I am loved nonetheless
I am loved all the more
And I believe there is love enough for the taking"

He said it would not be long 'til he was leaving
Then I saw this boat appear before my eyes
Then the man began to run, crying out,
"My time has come
Hallelujah
There is love enough for the taking"

Well, it covers us like rain
It washes and it stains
Poured out from heaven's cup
For you and me to drink it up
And in stubborn spite of my stubborn spite
I am loved nonetheless
I am loved all the more
And I believe there is love enough for the taking
There is love enough for the taking

. . .


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