Eccentric Euphonies

Abraham was scared to die, forsook his wife within a lie.
I think I know the reason why; cause he was made of dirt.
Joseph’s coat was full of pride, the blood of goats won’t wash you white if I was his brother, I’d have lied and left him in the dirt.

Moses never entered in to land he thought was promised him; he took his people ‘round again to pick manna from the dirt.
Solomon became so wise with many wives and concubines, he fell for every single lie, Yeah, his head was full of dirt.

David’s where I got my name, abusing power, abusing fame he stole a girl, her husband slain, left six feet in the dirt.
and peter fell to his own shame, denied his love, denied his name, he ran away when the people came to nail him to the dirt.
Samson only thought it fair to let that witch come cut his hair and look through eyes no longer there as he crushed them in the dirt.
And Paul would sit upon his throne and kill us with the biggest stones and wrestle with a thorn unknown, a thorn up from the dirt.

But if the nations had a father, then Joseph would redeem his brother, Moses held the waters up, David would become your love, Solomon would build the temple, Samson came to destroy evil, peter soon became the rock and Paul would lead the Roman flock. And it’s all that I can do to keep my eyes off You, and it’s all that You can do to keep me, keep me, keep me new.

All that I can see is that You can’t see the dirt in me
and all that I can see is You.

The Collection

I AM Everything, Everywhere. The Soil & The Sun

This is where it all began, way back in the day.
I love that the story being told is ‘The Giving Tree’.

Let us die, let us die, and dying, we reply,
“Don’t you tell us about your suffering,
Look in our eyes, look in our eyes!”
Let us be, let us be.
Our closeness is such that,
Wherever she rests her head
In the softness underneath
She’ll feel me,
And you will feel me.

Je leverai les yeux a toi (I raise my eyes to you.)
J’ai change cent foi de nom (I have changed my name 100 times.)
Je leverai les yeux a toi (I raise my eyes to you.)
Je n’ai pas d’espoir (I have no hope left.)

When you laugh, you’ll feel my breath there,
Filling up your lungs.
And when you cry, those aren’t your tears but I’m there,
Falling down your cheek.
And when you say you love him, taste me.
I’m like poison on your tongue.
But when you’re tired, if you’re quiet,
You’ll hear Me singing you to sleep.