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[asaph]

My Beautiful Martyr

I believe your tears
Are stored away
And like a gentle rain
They will fall some day
On a dusty heart
On some arid soul
All the tears you've cried
Will make them whole

Chorus:
My beautiful martyr (in your crown of thorns)
My beautiful martyr (in your robe of fire)
My beautiful martyr (in your gown of scorn)
So beautiful
My beautiful martyr

I believe your blood
Runs wide and deep
And it stains the sky
And floods the broken street
That your prayers are saved
That your cry is heard
And that the world will hang
On every word

Chorus

I believe we'll meet
Where there are no farewells
Between the spikes that pierced
And the sword that fell

Chorus

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

The Staggering Gods

The gods are staggering
Across the earth in their chains
The god's are dying
Clutching at lost fortune and fame

Chorus:
The feel good god
And the lord of science
Democracy's blind and
Bewildered giants
The hammer and the sickle
And the modern appliance
All the staggering gods

The gods are stumbling
Hopeless and sick unto death
They're the ones we worship
And they're gasping for their final breath

Chorus

Bridge:
And here's the terrible noise
That gives them away
The thud of worn out shoes
And cracking feet of clay
We've heard the stammering words
Of these dying kings
And we shudder at the sound
Of this fearsome things

The gods are fumbling
They're weak and they're ready to fall
The gods are human
Not one of them can help us at all

Chorus

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

Who's Who Here?

Jason and his argonauts
Hanging out in parking lots
With teen twerps and some indiots
(and) all the riff raff
And strictly confidentially
All we got here is essentially
A vulgar vapid history
Of clap trap

Chorus:
And who's who here?
Is anybody anybody?
And who's that there?
Someone we should know?
Who's cool here? (who rules here?)
No one and everyone
Start the show COs
It's not clear, no
So who's who here

The mark of Cain is apathy
Brains winding down on entropy
New york and L.A. bourgeoisie
And their chit chat
It's Babylon, they rattle on
The herds in line and movin' on
With ecstasy dipped cattle prongs
In back packs

And god is their technology
A studded tongue's profanity
A grim tattoo's theology
Is payback
Six pack kings pull up a chair
To sculptured breasts and derrieres
Each a potential millionaire
And fat cat

Chorus

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

The Author of the Story

She had one foot on the ground
And one foot in the air
(it seemed) the world held her cold hand
While the angels brushed her hair

"but that's how it has to end
On this side of glory,
Some wounds will never mend,"
Says the author of the story

I held one hand in the fire
And lifted one hand towards the sky
But the busy world still turned
And the angels passed me by

Sometimes there seems to be
No author of the story
These thoughts occur to me
On this side of glory

And I kissed the Lamb of God
And my fingers found the wounds
And the angels moved the stone
And I searched the vacant room

That's how it all begins
On this side of glory
"and you'll see her shine again,"
Said the author of the story

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

Mr. Buechner's Dream

Old Chesterton with his cherubs face
Greets Lewis by the fireplace
And miss O'Conner dressed in southern grace
Can't keep up with Mr. William's pace

The night concealed
But love revealed
The players in this scene
And whimsy rides
The Wizard's Tide
In Mr. Buechner's dream

Eliot in tweed and smoke
Laughs at G.K.'s bawdy joke
And Carol in his Oxford's coat
Pulls a talking rabbit from his cloak

Arriving late
Percy gravitates
To miss sayer and Mr. Green
And whimsy rides
The Wizard's Tide
In Mr. Buechner's dream

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T. S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

Pretty Little Lies
(A Song of Eve)

Don't bruise my head
Leave me for dead
My work is never done
I crawled through grass
'Cross broken glass
To bring you kingdom come

I'll swing you high up
In your favorite tree
Attach my good name to your history
And mix my blood into our chemistry
Don't be shy, tell me

Chorus:
Why would I lie to you? (say pretty little lies to you?)
Why would I lie to you?
Baby I'd die for you (pretty little lies aren't true)
Would I ever? No, I'd never
Speak pretty little lies to you

I've heard you've got
A tender spot
For sweet talk
And tattooed men
If I'm too much
Cold to the touch
There's fire beneath my skin

I'm only here to make you
Wealthy and wise
Remove the scales from your sweet
Innocent eyes
And then you'll be in for my big surprise
Now don't be shy, tell me why

Chorus
Why would I lie to you? (say pretty little lies to you?)
Why would I lie to you?
Baby I'd die for you (pretty little lies aren't true)
Would I ever? No, I'd never
Speak pretty little lies to you

Bridge:
Don't mind the forked tongue
If I rattle you, I'm sorry
Though I'm not yet number one
For the time being that's
Not a worry

Don't bruise my head
Leave me for dead
My work is never done
I crawled through grass
'Cross broken glass
To bring you kingdom come

Music by Daniel Amos, Words T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

Small Great Things

She cast her drag net
Out on the ocean
Pulled out a debt
And a sinking dream
All she had left was
Her devotion
And heaven knows that's
Everything

He staggered blind up
To the altar
And left a cup
Filled with a
Drunkards faith
In their disguises
They pass each other
The Saviors eyes
In a foreign face

Chorus: No they aren't walking
On the water
They aren't wearing their angels wings
Wayward sons and fragile daughters
A touch of faith enough for
Small great things

They're unaware they
Moved a mountain
With fumbled prayers and
Their bloodied knees
God's ruined hands,
They've read about them
They've never touched them
But they still believe

No they aren't winning
Every battle
Life is tough and death
Still it stings
Faith is fragile
Just a touch enough for
Small great things

No they aren't walking
On the water
They aren't wearing their angels wings
Wayward sons and fragile daughters
A touch of faith enough for
Small great things

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

Pregnant Pause
(A Song for Abraham and Sarah)

Wonder if the water (is) running
Wonder if the well (has) run dry
Wonder if the angels (is) coming
Wondering at the empty sky

It's a miracle we ever had faith
Enough to have a laugh in that face
Here's a pregnant pause….
While we….

Wonder if the pipes are rusted
Wonder if the power's down
Wonder if the circuits busted
Wondering if it's holy ground

It's a miracle we ever got saved
A wonder all our bills are paid
Here's a pregnant pause….
While we….

Wonder if the devil's laughing

It's a miracle we ever had faith
Enough to have a laugh in that face
Here's a pregnant pause….
While we….

Wonder if the water (is) running
Wonder if the well (has) run dry
Wonder if the angels (is) coming
Wondering at the empty sky

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

She's A Hard Drink

There's a sad clown
A slap stick comic
With a neon crown
Here's a mean street
Up the miracle mile
Through the demon heat

1st chorus:
There's a ghost town
In a diamond studded gown
And it's about to take another one down

She's a hard drink
a valentine bed
So pretty in pink
I'm a heart throb
a back alley cat
And a junkyard dog

2nd chorus:
She's a slow leak
And she leads me up the creek

Bridge: We'll lights the skies up
Dim-bulb lovers like me
Are too late to wise up
Between
Old thighs
A new sheen
Same lies

She's a bad dream
Like an adams apple
On a beauty queen

There's a vulture picking me clean

2nd bridge:
She kicks the dust up
It's seeping out of my skin
I'm good with bad luck

I die
She shrugs
New high
Same drugs

She's a slow leak
And she loves to watch me sputter and sink

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

Hound of Heaven

He got lost among the stars
Hollywood flash, cash, mansions and cars
Deep sea diver Lear jet flyer
Will this thing go to the moon?
Give me elbow room, and for heaven's sake
Take this aching away

You can't run, you can't hide, from the hound of heaven
You're free to choose, can you refuse the seeker of souls

Hobo sleeping alone in a dirty box car
He dreams of sailing to a tropical island
One sweet day- the thrill awakes him
There's no sunshine
This old train ain't really going there
Now does anybody care, and for heaven's sake
Take this aching away

You can't run, you can't hide, from the hound of heaven
You're free to choose, can you refuse the seeker of souls

We got lost among the stars
Hollywood flash, cash, mansions and cars
Deep sea diver lear flyer
Will this thing go to the moon?
Give me elbow room, and for heaven's sake
Take this aching away

You can't run, you can't hide, from the hound of heaven
You're free to choose, can you refuse the seeker of souls

You can't run, you can't hide, from the hound of heaven
You're free to choose, can you refuse the seeker of souls

Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1980 Cancel and Eat (ASCAP)

[asaph]

Ribbons and Bows

Love is a question mark
Life's in a shadow box
God hides himself sometimes
Inside a paradox

And there may not ever be
Anything new here to say
But I'm fond of finding words
That say it in a different way

Chorus:
Does everybody want it nicely
Lined up in little neat rows?
Does anybody know precisely
Just where the wild wind blows?
I can hand it to you brightly
Wrapped up in ribbons and bows

We could dance the same old dances
Learn all the same old ropes
Roll out the same safe songs
Tell all our tired jokes

We've got some walls to climb
We've got some gates to crash
We've got a fire to light
Burn down the pious trash

Chorus
Does everybody want it nicely
Lined up in little neat rows?
Does anybody know precisely
Just where the wild wind blows?
I can hand it to you brightly
Wrapped up in ribbons and bows

Love is a question mark
Life's in a shadow box
God hides himself sometimes
Inside a paradox

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[asaph]

Ordinary Extraordinary Day

No, nothing really happened
The earth didn't shake
A few fell off the wagon
Some were early
Some were late

Chorus:
It was an ordinary
Extraordinary day
It was a very
Ordinary
Extraordinary day
In every way

There was living and dying
And everything in between
There was laughing and crying
The sky was blue
And the grass was green

It was an ordinary
Extraordinary day
It was a very
Ordinary
Extraordinary day
In every way

Bridge:
And no one pushed the button
The sea reached the shore
To the starving and the glutton
To the rich and the poor
It was…

...an ordinary
Extraordinary day
It was a very
Ordinary
Extraordinary day
In every way

We were faithless and faithful
We were free, we were bound
Graceless and graceful
The moon came up
When the sun went down
On our…

...ordinary
Extraordinary day
It was a very
Ordinary
Extraordinary day
In every way

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI

[Tibby]

lol, where do you get all these Lyrics from? Who wrote them? Who plays them?

[asaph]

lol, where do you get all these Lyrics from? Who wrote them? Who plays them?

Hi Tibby,
I got these from http://www.danielamos.net/
Terry Taylor wrote them and sings them. The band is called Daniel Amos. Great sound; rock at its best. Even if you don't like rock, this is well worth the hearing. All except one of the songs I listed are on their latest CD called Mr. Buechner's Dream. This CD is like eating your favorite snack; you can't eat just one and when your done you want to buy more. Here are some reviews of it: http://www.danielamos.com/articles/rmrbd.html

asaph

[asaph]

When Everyone Wore Hats

Here's to the long-lost world of
Chain-smoking dreamers
War and baseball heroes
Ticker tape and streamers,
Cocktail drinkers, Bible believers
When light was still filling up a
New York river

They knew the grace of tradition
Possessed a love of decorum
Shook the hand of conviction
No one complained then of boredom

When everyone wore hats
They dreamed of ocean voyages
Believed in true romance
Found their hearts and voices

Here's to the long lost hopes of
Those mothers and fathers
Of rags to riches
Of style and manners
To the American dream in a
Pledge to honor
Promises made to their
Sons and daughters

Threw off the chains of depression
Built up the arms of aggression
Left us a mixed impression
Some died before they learned their lesson

When everyone wore hats
In the land of immigrants and pilgrims
The world came rolling off their backs
And landed on their children's

They knew the grace of tradition
Possessed a love of decorum
Shook the hand of conviction
No one complained then of boredom

When everyone wore hats
And innocence found simple pleasures
They built the cities, drew the maps
With clues to find their buried treasures

When everyone wore hats
And handed down their pride and prejudice
They dropped good fortune in our laps
We traded it for vice and avarice

When everyone wore hats
Would-be kings with ragged crowns
They say the style is coming back
What's out-of-fashion comes around

Uncertain where the road was leading
But trusting God was on their side
They traced the moral chain of being
And filmed it all in black and white

And everyone wore hats...

Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Daniel Amos
©1995 Twitchen Vibes Music (ASCAP)