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Derek Webb
Derek Webb


Background information
Birth name Derek Walsh Webb
Born May 27, 1974
Origin Memphis, Tennessee, United States
Genre(s) Singer-songwriter
Contemporary Christian music
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Essential Records
Associated acts Caedmon's Call
Website Website



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Derek Webb Album


Stockholm Syndrome (2009)
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Opening Credits

[No lyrics]

. . .


black eye from staring through a keyhole at my lover
i swear it's not from his fists
when stockholm syndrome comes to where they're keeping you
you never know what time it is

black eye is all it's gonna take for me to love you
it's written in my constitution
if you go, you know i'm coming with you
blind, bound by love

time is no friend to the ones who wait
for daylight to come
time looks the same at the ones who hate
and the ones that do nothing

black eye is what i'm gonna paint for your protection
to cover the tracks that you're leaving
i misplace my face so we can be together
red lips change how you're perceiving

time is no friend to the ones who wait
for daylight to come
time looks the same at the ones who hate
and the ones that do nothing

. . .


You wanna rock with the cops on the front line
you wanna kick it with the people in the back
you strike a match and you throw back a cocktail
there's got to be a better way

it is harder to stay
it is harder to wait
to out-love, to out-suffer them

i wanna dream up a world i wanna live in
i wanna spray it on a building downtown
i wanna protest with patience and a paycheck
‘cause there's got to be a better way

it is harder to stay
it is harder to wait
to out-love, to out-suffer them

don't wanna wait
no drugs or sleep
i wanna hold your hand grenade

God bless these bombs
baptize this rope
lie with us in the bed we've made

it is harder to stay
it is harder to wait
to out-love, to out-suffer them

. . .


freddie, please
how could you do this to me
how could you tell me you love me when you hate me
freddie, please

you know i love you honey
but i'll bleed you dry with money
i'll talk where i know you can hear
‘cause freddie can't you see
brother, you're the one who's queer

freddie, please
how could you do this to me
how could you tell me you love me when you hate me
freddie, please

the stone's been rolled away
and you're picketing my grave for loving the things you hate
but why do you seek the living among the dead

freddie, please
how could you do this to me
how could you tell them you love me when you hate me
freddie, please

. . .


i don't want the Spirit, i want the kick drum
i don't want the Spirit, i want the kick drum
i know how it works, oh i'm not dumb
i don't want the Spirit, i want the kick drum

like sex without love
like peace without the dove
like a crime scene without the blood
i don't want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum

i don't want the Son, i want a jury of peers
i don't want the Son, i want a jury of peers
mascara's gonna run when you see my tears
i don't want the Son, i want a jury of peers

like lies without the truth
like wine without the fruit
like a skydive without the chute
i don't want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers
i don't want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum

i don't want the Father, want a vending machine
i don't want the Father, want a vending machine
i know what i want if you know what i mean
i don't want the Father, want a vending machine

like heaven without gates
like hell without flames
like life without pain
i don't want the Father, you know i want a vending machine
i don't want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers
i don't want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum

. . .


i was free to live and love
and kill as i saw fit
i was at peace, there really was
no one i was at war with
the only common good
was that we understood
that laws unjust
were only good for breaking
that difference legalized instead of sameness
left nobody free

that was the day before
i married my conscience to the state

my taxes paid, these roads were laid
to places of my choosing
there were no eyes up in the skies
looking down into my bed
there was no government without our consent
keys were made for anyone who just claimed it
glass was all of every wall that framed it
from sea to shining sea

that was the day before
i married my conscience to the state

right and wrong were written on my heart
and not just in the laws that condemn me
now with caesar satisfied i can even do the things
that should offend me

. . .


now i can buy the proverbial gun
and shoot the proverbial child
while my uncle looks me in the eye
and speaks of freedom

and my conscience goes up on trial
in the courtrooms of the mind
where the judges all have sons
and all the lawyers are wounded

and the backs are all broke
and the bailiff is my brother
and the witness is my sister
and i'm guilty as hell

but by the afternoon i'm out
out on the pavement walking
wreaking of salt and blood

no hat upon my head
no shoes upon my feet
picking your body
from my teeth

no stars above me
no stripes upon me
free

. . .


baby when i put my hands on you
i feel like i'm touching the earth
i'm breaking ground and the soil is wet,
slipping through my hands

baby when i put my eyes on you
i follow the curves of the moon
the oceans rise and come crashing down
onto the shore

but your love is a noose around my neck
i give up and i know i will regret it
your love is a weight around my legs
but i don't know who i am unless you're holding me

baby when i listen to your words
they whisper to me like the wind
but they're strong enough to blow me down
and destroy my house

but your love is a noose around my neck
i give up and i know i will regret it
your love is a weight around my legs
but i don't know who i am unless you're holding me

baby when listen to your words
baby when i put my eyes on you
baby when i put my hands on you
i love/hate you

. . .


i admire these men
brave and beautiful
grabbing the blade from all the wrong sides
like children

they bring skins and smoke
we bring shackles and guns
we'll trade with them and then we'll take them home

it's simple
it's so simple
they're not like us

becoming a slave is easier than you think

there's always a price to pay
it's gotta hit somebody's back
trust me, new worlds don't just build themselves

progress has more than one face
evil isn't always itself
there's nothing you can change without changing
everything else

it's simple
it's so simple
if they're not like us

becoming a slave is easier than you think

talk from every head
a product in every word
it's under out feet and you know it's over our heads
and everyone's telling the truth
in languages that nobody speaks
till you listen close and hear what you believe

television
teleaction
tell me what you want

. . .


jena & jimmy they met at a party
to bring our boys back from the war
jimmy was dancing, he was dancing like crazy
showing no mercy to the dance floor

jena was minding, she was minding her business
she did not want no company
till jimmy spotted her
like a lamb to the slaughter
and he coaxed her over with a martini

and jena said ‘ooh'

she could feel it hitting her bloodstream
before she knew it she was
up on his chopping block
and he was flagging down a taxi

if you give me your love
i'll give you my love, give you my love
gonna take one kiss to shut you up
and that'll be enough

if you give me your love
i'll give you my love, give you my love
gonna kiss your lips to shut you up

she told him stories of
social injustices and constitutional rights
he smirked and turned his head
‘just lighten up' he said, ‘baby we got all night'

jena was beautiful and spoke convincingly
he listened just like a priest
his best shot at stopping her
was if he co-opted her
so he got two more rounds of drinks

and jena said ‘ooh'

jimmy held her like an enemy
then toasted global peace
and dovetailing interests
as he threw his shot back with a wink

if you give me your love
i'll give you my love, give you my love
gonna take one kiss to shut you up
and that'll be enough

. . .


i was killed in a shopping cart
turned upside down and left for dead
i saw a clown try to speak to me
as i floated overhead
i found my way to a familiar place
i swear i'd been sometime before
i would've thought it was the marketplace
but i could not find the door

oh i have been to heaven
and i have walked the streets
but i couldn't find a hand to hold
to keep me on my feet

paradise is a parking lot
a spot up front is your reward
and all the rest walk down streets of gold
to the house they could afford
i got lost in the swelling crowd
i could not afford to eat
you only have what you came in with
so i'm living on the street

oh i have been to heaven
and i found no relief
‘cause i couldn't find a hand to hold
to keep me on my feet

i heard Jesus Christ was there
he had a car that's bulletproof
that way everyone is safe
from the man who tells the truth

oh i have been to heaven
and i have walked the streets
but i couldn't find a hand to hold
to keep me on my feet

. . .


like sex when you're too young
like youth when you've got none
like home when you're too drunk
like getting every you wanted with a line of bad credit
it's never quite worth what you give up to get it

like style made by slaves
like bribes to throw the race
like women who know their place
like an indian casino or a tank of unleaded
it's never quite worth what you give up to get it

stand back
you love it now but it's too much

like fame for what you're not
like joy that you bought
like please that never hits the spot
like security for liberty, you gotta admit it
it's never quite worth what you give up to get it

stand back
you love it now but it's too much

. . .


i'm building a house on the limb
i need something that could stop a war
but i'm beset on all sides
by extremists with eyes on my heart
so i lie to everyone

i've lied to so many lovers
i've gotten away with it too
but if God is against us
then who can be for us my friends
there's justice for everyone

please take your hands off my brother
please take your laws off my lover
the agents of law
should always be blind and on time
till there's freedom for everyone

where are your american brothers
american before they were named
they're a huddling mass
with no oceans to cross for our shores
where there's fortune for everyone

oppression is always oppression
no matter the reasons or means
for skin or for sex,
by stares or by fists it's the same
there are blinders on everyone

i've looked through the eyes of my father
i've walked through lincoln's backyard
and there's still a backseat
when you ride on the bus through this town
there's color on everyone

so we lie beneath a tree of no color
like an american flag umbrella
it keeps the elements out
and it's stuck to the ground in this place
but there's room for everyone

i know a way out of hell
we raise all our enemies' children
after they've murdered ours
we affix all their scars to our walls
so there's heartbreak for everyone

in the end it will all be ok
that's what the wise men tell us
so if it's not ok then it's not the end, oh my friends
there's hope for everyone

. . .

Opening Credits

[No lyrics]

. . .


black eye from staring through a keyhole at my lover
i swear it's not from his fists
when stockholm syndrome comes to where they're keeping you
you never know what time it is

black eye is all it's gonna take for me to love you
it's written in my constitution
if you go, you know i'm coming with you
blind, bound by love

time is no friend to the ones who wait
for daylight to come
time looks the same at the ones who hate
and the ones that do nothing

black eye is what i'm gonna paint for your protection
to cover the tracks that you're leaving
i misplace my face so we can be together
red lips change how you're perceiving

time is no friend to the ones who wait
for daylight to come
time looks the same at the ones who hate
and the ones that do nothing

. . .


You wanna rock with the cops on the front line
you wanna kick it with the people in the back
you strike a match and you throw back a cocktail
there's got to be a better way

it is harder to stay
it is harder to wait
to out-love, to out-suffer them

i wanna dream up a world i wanna live in
i wanna spray it on a building downtown
i wanna protest with patience and a paycheck
‘cause there's got to be a better way

it is harder to stay
it is harder to wait
to out-love, to out-suffer them

don't wanna wait
no drugs or sleep
i wanna hold your hand grenade

God bless these bombs
baptize this rope
lie with us in the bed we've made

it is harder to stay
it is harder to wait
to out-love, to out-suffer them

. . .


freddie, please
how could you do this to me
how could you tell me you love me when you hate me
freddie, please

you know i love you honey
but i'll bleed you dry with money
i'll talk where i know you can hear
‘cause freddie can't you see
brother, you're the one who's queer

freddie, please
how could you do this to me
how could you tell me you love me when you hate me
freddie, please

the stone's been rolled away
and you're picketing my grave for loving the things you hate
but why do you seek the living among the dead

freddie, please
how could you do this to me
how could you tell them you love me when you hate me
freddie, please

. . .


i don't want the Spirit, i want the kick drum
i don't want the Spirit, i want the kick drum
i know how it works, oh i'm not dumb
i don't want the Spirit, i want the kick drum

like sex without love
like peace without the dove
like a crime scene without the blood
i don't want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum

i don't want the Son, i want a jury of peers
i don't want the Son, i want a jury of peers
mascara's gonna run when you see my tears
i don't want the Son, i want a jury of peers

like lies without the truth
like wine without the fruit
like a skydive without the chute
i don't want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers
i don't want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum

i don't want the Father, want a vending machine
i don't want the Father, want a vending machine
i know what i want if you know what i mean
i don't want the Father, want a vending machine

like heaven without gates
like hell without flames
like life without pain
i don't want the Father, you know i want a vending machine
i don't want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers
i don't want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum

. . .


you say always treat people like you'd like to be
i guess you love being hated for your sexuality
you love when people put words in your mouth
about what you believe
make you sound like a freak

‘cause if you really believed
what you say you believe
you wouldn't be so damned reckless
with the words you speak
you wouldn't silently consent
when the liars speak
denying all the dying of the remedy

tell me, brother what matters more to you
tell me, sister what matters more to you

if i can see what's in your heart
by what comes out of your mouth
then it sure looks to me like being straight
is all it's about
it looks like being hated
for all the wrong things
like chasing the wind
while the pendulum swings

‘cause we can talk and debate
till we're blue in the face
about the language and tradition
that He's coming to save
and meanwhile we sit
just like we don't have give a shit about
fifty thousand people who are dying today

tell me, brother what matters more to you
tell me, sister what matters more to you

. . .


i was free to live and love
and kill as i saw fit
i was at peace, there really was
no one i was at war with
the only common good
was that we understood
that laws unjust
were only good for breaking
that difference legalized instead of sameness
left nobody free

that was the day before
i married my conscience to the state

my taxes paid, these roads were laid
to places of my choosing
there were no eyes up in the skies
looking down into my bed
there was no government without our consent
keys were made for anyone who just claimed it
glass was all of every wall that framed it
from sea to shining sea

that was the day before
i married my conscience to the state

right and wrong were written on my heart
and not just in the laws that condemn me
now with caesar satisfied i can even do the things
that should offend me

. . .


now i can buy the proverbial gun
and shoot the proverbial child
while my uncle looks me in the eye
and speaks of freedom

and my conscience goes up on trial
in the courtrooms of the mind
where the judges all have sons
and all the lawyers are wounded

and the backs are all broke
and the bailiff is my brother
and the witness is my sister
and i'm guilty as hell

but by the afternoon i'm out
out on the pavement walking
wreaking of salt and blood

no hat upon my head
no shoes upon my feet
picking your body
from my teeth

no stars above me
no stripes upon me
free

. . .


baby when i put my hands on you
i feel like i'm touching the earth
i'm breaking ground and the soil is wet,
slipping through my hands

baby when i put my eyes on you
i follow the curves of the moon
the oceans rise and come crashing down
onto the shore

but your love is a noose around my neck
i give up and i know i will regret it
your love is a weight around my legs
but i don't know who i am unless you're holding me

baby when i listen to your words
they whisper to me like the wind
but they're strong enough to blow me down
and destroy my house

but your love is a noose around my neck
i give up and i know i will regret it
your love is a weight around my legs
but i don't know who i am unless you're holding me

baby when listen to your words
baby when i put my eyes on you
baby when i put my hands on you
i love/hate you

. . .


i admire these men
brave and beautiful
grabbing the blade from all the wrong sides
like children

they bring skins and smoke
we bring shackles and guns
we'll trade with them and then we'll take them home

it's simple
it's so simple
they're not like us

becoming a slave is easier than you think

there's always a price to pay
it's gotta hit somebody's back
trust me, new worlds don't just build themselves

progress has more than one face
evil isn't always itself
there's nothing you can change without changing
everything else

it's simple
it's so simple
if they're not like us

becoming a slave is easier than you think

talk from every head
a product in every word
it's under out feet and you know it's over our heads
and everyone's telling the truth
in languages that nobody speaks
till you listen close and hear what you believe

television
teleaction
tell me what you want

. . .


jena & jimmy they met at a party
to bring our boys back from the war
jimmy was dancing, he was dancing like crazy
showing no mercy to the dance floor

jena was minding, she was minding her business
she did not want no company
till jimmy spotted her
like a lamb to the slaughter
and he coaxed her over with a martini

and jena said ‘ooh'

she could feel it hitting her bloodstream
before she knew it she was
up on his chopping block
and he was flagging down a taxi

if you give me your love
i'll give you my love, give you my love
gonna take one kiss to shut you up
and that'll be enough

if you give me your love
i'll give you my love, give you my love
gonna kiss your lips to shut you up

she told him stories of
social injustices and constitutional rights
he smirked and turned his head
‘just lighten up' he said, ‘baby we got all night'

jena was beautiful and spoke convincingly
he listened just like a priest
his best shot at stopping her
was if he co-opted her
so he got two more rounds of drinks

and jena said ‘ooh'

jimmy held her like an enemy
then toasted global peace
and dovetailing interests
as he threw his shot back with a wink

if you give me your love
i'll give you my love, give you my love
gonna take one kiss to shut you up
and that'll be enough

. . .


i was killed in a shopping cart
turned upside down and left for dead
i saw a clown try to speak to me
as i floated overhead
i found my way to a familiar place
i swear i'd been sometime before
i would've thought it was the marketplace
but i could not find the door

oh i have been to heaven
and i have walked the streets
but i couldn't find a hand to hold
to keep me on my feet

paradise is a parking lot
a spot up front is your reward
and all the rest walk down streets of gold
to the house they could afford
i got lost in the swelling crowd
i could not afford to eat
you only have what you came in with
so i'm living on the street

oh i have been to heaven
and i found no relief
‘cause i couldn't find a hand to hold
to keep me on my feet

i heard Jesus Christ was there
he had a car that's bulletproof
that way everyone is safe
from the man who tells the truth

oh i have been to heaven
and i have walked the streets
but i couldn't find a hand to hold
to keep me on my feet

. . .


like sex when you're too young
like youth when you've got none
like home when you're too drunk
like getting every you wanted with a line of bad credit
it's never quite worth what you give up to get it

like style made by slaves
like bribes to throw the race
like women who know their place
like an indian casino or a tank of unleaded
it's never quite worth what you give up to get it

stand back
you love it now but it's too much

like fame for what you're not
like joy that you bought
like please that never hits the spot
like security for liberty, you gotta admit it
it's never quite worth what you give up to get it

stand back
you love it now but it's too much

. . .


i'm building a house on the limb
i need something that could stop a war
but i'm beset on all sides
by extremists with eyes on my heart
so i lie to everyone

i've lied to so many lovers
i've gotten away with it too
but if God is against us
then who can be for us my friends
there's justice for everyone

please take your hands off my brother
please take your laws off my lover
the agents of law
should always be blind and on time
till there's freedom for everyone

where are your american brothers
american before they were named
they're a huddling mass
with no oceans to cross for our shores
where there's fortune for everyone

oppression is always oppression
no matter the reasons or means
for skin or for sex,
by stares or by fists it's the same
there are blinders on everyone

i've looked through the eyes of my father
i've walked through lincoln's backyard
and there's still a backseat
when you ride on the bus through this town
there's color on everyone

so we lie beneath a tree of no color
like an american flag umbrella
it keeps the elements out
and it's stuck to the ground in this place
but there's room for everyone

i know a way out of hell
we raise all our enemies' children
after they've murdered ours
we affix all their scars to our walls
so there's heartbreak for everyone

in the end it will all be ok
that's what the wise men tell us
so if it's not ok then it's not the end, oh my friends
there's hope for everyone

. . .


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