Though sought after
I will never be found again
Outcast
Under the farthest skies
I live in shackles
Of my own making
But mercy is real
When I chant your name
I act
According to my wicked heart
And I live in shackles
Of my own making
But mercy is real
When I chant your name
All-Consuming Fire
Burn me down
Burn down my mortal cares
All-Consuming Fire
Bring me low
Bring low the high tree
I once was humiliated
And I once was so exhausted
But when I draw near to you
And you draw near to me
I can feel my wickedness dissolving
And in time we shall stand forgiven
When you move
You move in power
With the posture
Of a lion
When you speak
You speak as thunder
With the cadence
of a sky
Give me
Vision in sleep
You’re binding up
The brokenhearted
You’re wiping the tears off
as we weep
Give me vision
While I’m sleeping
and resolution
when I wake
Give me
Vision in sleep
We will meet again
I will be with you always
Until the end of the age
There is a spirit on high descending
It’s in the distance but it’s nearing
What we sow in flesh
We reap in spirit
Escape the nakedness of death
And put on this immortality
There is a spirit on high descending
It’s in the distance but it’s nearing
And this life passes like a vapor
Quick to vanish in the wind
Not much discernment in the details
So greet all of your friends by name
I will wait
On the LORD
If Jesus Christ
Denied Himself
Then I think I can
Wait some more
The world experience
Is a sickness unto death
I know
That God speaks
In one way or another
I also know
That no one cares
Or notices or listens
And God sees
God sees the truth
But waits
So I’ll wait
The world experience
Is a sickness unto death
But I wait
Through the Intercession
Can I know about you
Through Divine Possession
Can I feel your heart
You are unchanging
You have no turning
By the Grand Procession
Do I march before you
In your elocution
Do I feel your mind
You are unchanging
You have no turning
My heart is divided
In two
Why do I do the things
I don’t want to?
Why do I do those things
I don’t want to?
The spectre of death
Astride me
Every day
Why am I torn in two
At every turn?
Why am I torn in two
My trust is
A spider’s house
Weak & untrue
Why do I do the things
I don’t want?
Why do I do those things
I don’t want to
I cannot see you
I do not really know you are there
So how then can I know you?
How can I really know you?
Existence
Through the pain of existence
Experience through breath
Salted by fire
To you it was a knock
To me: thunder
Existence
Through the pain of existence
We will burn
our weapons in a fire
and that fire
will sustain us
better than any war could
better than any war
We will beat
Our swords into plowshares
and those plowshares
will sustain us
better than any war could
better than any war
I saw 7 temples burning
I saw 7 angels weeping
I saw fission turning sand to glass
And I prayed the next life
Won’t be as cruel as the last
Sleep
Is a way
That I can mark the time that I
That I feel no pain
Home
Is a place
With walls that keep me safe inside
Far from your embrace
Faith gives feet to the spirit
But I’m too cheap to revere it
And I don’t have the strength to stand
Twilight
When I dream
I ask “Am I a coward Lord
For wanting to retreat?”
Sleep
Is a shield
That protects me from the way I feel
About a world lost in pain
Faith gives feet to the spirit
But I’m too cheap to revere it
And I don’t have the strength to stand
Meet me in my weakness
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This is a devotional relic.
There is a physical version of this album available. Let me tell you a little about it. It is a 180 gram heavyweight vinyl record housed in a sturdy tip-on jacket. Comes with a philosophical disquisition pamphlet. This item is not for sale because it is not a commercial product. if you'd like to own a copy, just reach out and you can have one for free, while supplies last.
New album from Meg Duffy, dubbed as a personal glimpse into the artist's lush solo work. Dreamy, intimate folk-centered recordings. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2017