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I need the lake
04:49
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I want a waterfall
but I need the lake
stillness taking charge
of this chaos that I make
tranquility’s a haven
no one could ever take
I want a waterfall
but I need the lake
I want a waterfall
but I need the lake
beauty that is genuine
joy that isn’t fake
gazing on its majesty
I could come awake
I want a waterfall
but I need the lake
I want a waterfall
dripping with surprise
cascading for me always
before my very eyes
but all of this exquisiteness
can never compensate
I want a waterfall
but I need the lake
fleeting is the fantasy
that intoxicates
for some serenity
all I would forsake
I want a waterfall
but I need the lake
I want a waterfall
where nothing is denied
ecstasy in everything
always gratified
but it leaves me
with such emptiness
that I just can’t shake
I want a waterfall
but I need the lake
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2. |
Cried on my own
03:57
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I went to the kitchen and I cried on my own
I didn’t want others to see
The way that the news of your untimely death
Was deeply affecting me
I went to the kitchen and I cried on my own
It was only a moment in time
Summoning a sadness from deep within my soul
And with no reason or rhyme
I found myself shaking right down to the bone
So, I went to the kitchen and I cried on my own
I cried on my own, I cried on my own
I cried on my own
I went to the kitchen and I cried on my own
You know, it seemed such a waste of a life
Against all the odds you had so bravely endured
This tragedy cuts like a knife
With every trace of your brightness now gone
I just went to the kitchen and I cried on my own
I found myself shaking right down to the bone
So, I went to the kitchen and I cried on my own
I cried on my own, cried on my own
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3. |
All in the tone
02:44
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I can speak and be always correct
But yet I can fail to connect
It won’t be appealing if said without feeling
All I try to achieve will be wrecked
Remember it’s all in the tone
Like a sword piercing down to the bone
When the words and the phrases have gone
Remember it’s all in the tone
I can write and be truly inspired; imagination is fired
But it won’t mean a thing if the truth cannot sing
Some passion is what is required
Remember it’s all in the tone
Like a sword piercing down to the bone
When the words and the phrases have gone
Remember it’s all in the tone
I can say what I fervently mean, describing all that I’ve seen
But I’ll be wasting my time if just reading the lines
Not looking at what’s in between
Remember it’s all in the tone
Like a sword piercing down to the bone
When the words and the phrases have gone
Remember it’s all in the tone
I can speak and be always correct
But yet I can fail to connect
It won’t be appealing if said without feeling
All I try to achieve will be wrecked
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4. |
Hold me like a child
04:21
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hold me like a baby
hold me like a child
You were always there for me
and I was running wild
I know that You can keep me
safe from all alarms
so won’t You hold me
like a baby in Your arms?
hold me like a father
hold me like a child
You’re so strong
but it’s been too long
we’ve been unreconciled
you will be my hiding place
so secure and good
so won’t You hold me
just the way a father would?
won’t You hold me
like a baby in Your arms?
hold me like a child
come on and hold me
like a baby in Your arms
I want You to hold me
come on and hold me
like a baby in Your arms
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5. |
Skirting the abyss
03:13
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“A very small and desolate mite with tumbled hair and troubled eyes”
Caught my attention as I walked and took me by surprise
“A very small and desolate mite” yet as sublime as heaven’s kiss
Reminds me, with a look, that we’re just “skirting the abyss”
“Skirting the abyss, skirting the abyss”
Say what we already know – it shouldn’t be like this
Give me all the reasons that I’m prone to miss
And rock me with the truth that we’re just “skirting the abyss”
“A very small and desolate mite” with dusty limbs and muted stares
Arrested everything in me and took me unawares
“A very small and desolate mite” – a fragile life in chrysalis
Compels me to do more than merely “skirting the abyss”
“Skirting the abyss, skirting the abyss”
“That’s all you ever really do,” I hear the serpent hiss
When we could be transforming some squalor into bliss
God save us from the horror of just “skirting the abyss”
“Skirting the abyss, skirting the abyss”
Say what we already know – it shouldn’t be like this
Give me all the reasons that I’m prone to miss
And shock me with the truth that we’re just “skirting the abyss”
I hear the serpent hiss, “You’re only “skirting the abyss””
I hear the serpent hiss, “You’re only “skirting the abyss””……
(* Amy Carmichael quotes in italics)
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6. |
South facing room
06:00
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the south facing room is
brighter and warmer
in autumn and winter
in spring and in summer
in seasons of darkness
and in moments of gloom
I stand in the south facing room
the south facing room
is always inviting
even when my life
is less than exciting
when meaningless thoughts
and adversity loom
I wait in the south facing room
the south facing room
kind of brings me alive
when monotonous days
are hard to survive
I was woven with purpose
in the depths of the womb
I’ve got hope in the south facing
room
south facing room has seen
some sadness and mirth
the highs and the lows
of my days on this earth
and as I await
the grave and the tomb
I treasure the south facing room
the south facing room
kind of reminds me of home
the more I will cherish
the further I roam
well, the past is now waning
like the light of the moon
that has brightened
my south facing room
the south facing room
metaphorically clear
reveals to my heart that heaven
is near
one day I’m gonna live
I’m gonna leave this cocoon
forever in south facing rooms
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7. |
Stony acres
03:27
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a sower came along
sowing his seed
could it be grain?
would it be a weed?
then came all the blues and
those trouble makers
down in stony acres
nothing has a meaning
nothing is profound
everything is empty
as you look around
disposable illusions with
incinerators
down in stony acres
stony acres, stony acres
plenty of nothing
plenty of fakers
it could make you weep
ground was never deep
down in stony acres
gravel on the road
hard as a rock
what’s the point of a battleship
tied up in the dock?
you get wasted in the shallows
with those passion takers
down in stony acres
stony acres, stony acres
thought I was living it up
with the movers and the shakers
trying to be cool, I was just a fool
down in stony acres
I was taking my time when
mystery divine
I saw my true condition
as I withered on the vine
I was only wasting money
on the butchers and the bakers
down in stony acres
stony acres, stony acre
all I ever got was a heartbreaker
I didn’t have a root so there
wasn’t any fruit
down in stony acres
stony acres, stony acres
time came to join
all the other forsakers
my roots are in the ground
now look at what I found
away from stony acres
I used to just survive
then I came alive
far from stony acres
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When the roof comes falling
There’ll be no time for stalling
Mountains will be crashing to the sea
A fearful expectation without explanation
Hear the nations calling
When the roof comes falling
When the roof comes falling
See, the snakes are crawling
It’s just about as bad as it can be
Taking it, shaking it – everybody’s faking it
Drop the net you’re hauling
When the roof comes falling
When the roof comes falling
The weak will take a mauling
Every shark is going to want his fee
Running for the exit; what doesn’t build up wrecks it
It’s going to be appalling when the roof comes
When the roof comes, when the roof comes falling
By the time this roof comes falling
No one is stone walling
There won’t be time to argue or agree
Forget about your sampling, get ready for a trampling
It’s going to be galling
When the roof comes falling
When the roof comes falling
Eyes are going to be balling
I’m getting quite afraid of all I see
Judgment day for one and all; get ready for a wake up call
Dredger’s going to be trawling when the roof comes falling
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9. |
Found
04:25
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Far from home I wandered alone
I worried and frowned with my eyes to the ground
But mercy was drawing me in. Now I’ve been found
Found – I’ve been rescued, released
Your pursuit of me, it never ceased
Oh – oh, what a beautiful sound!
I’ve been rescued, released and now I’m found
Now I’m found
All forsaken, broken, shaken
You turned me around and now I’ve been crowned
Love has been drawing me in. Now I’ve been found
Found – I’ve been rescued, released
Your pursuit of me, it never ceased
Oh – oh, what a beautiful sound!
I’ve been rescued, released and now I’m found
Now I’m found
In a storm I was tossed; thought I’d always be lost
But You loved me - so Your love met the cost
Found – I’ve been rescued, released
Your pursuit of me, it never ceased
Oh – oh, what a beautiful sound!
Oh – oh, what a beautiful sound! (Oh, oh…)
Oh – oh, what a beautiful sound!
I’ve been rescued, released and now I’m found
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10. |
Fingerprints of God
04:08
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The edges of the galaxies
where we never trod
Mysterious infinity
the fingerprints of God
The farthest flung extremities
that we probe and prod
Give light that’s
unapproachable
the fingerprints of God
Away with all our vanities
at which we smile and nod
Observe a sacred universe
the fingerprints of God
Alive within humanity
raised up from the sod
Resplendent now and
glorious, so glorious
the fingerprints of God
The edges of the galaxies
where we never trod
Mysterious infinity
the fingerprints of God
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11. |
The only cry that I have
03:59
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Like obsolete electricity pylons
And the desperate hush of abandoned asylums
When all becomes futile and it ends in the grave
You’ll be the only cry that I have
When everything’s empty – a brief masquerade
Like mannequins here on a lifeless parade
When nothing else satisfies all that I crave
You are the only cry that I have
When I think of the offering and all that you gave
You are the only cry that I have
Triumphant procession! In you I’ll be brave
For you are the only cry that I have
When everything’s over and I am bereft
When nothing but recriminations are left
And sorrow descends on me, wave upon wave
Well, you’ll be the only cry that I have
When I think of the offering and all that you gave
You are the only cry that I have
Triumphant procession! In you I’ll be brave
For you are the only cry that I have
Yes, you are the only cry that I have
You are the only cry that I have
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12. |
Spirit Level
05:24
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Spirit level, Spirit level
no more running
with the devil
In Your sacredness I revel
living on the Spirit level
Make a pathway for my feet
In Your love I am complete
In the wilderness out there
A highway for You I prepare
Turning crooked into straight
enter by a narrow gate
Speaking messages You gave
So that all can know You save
Every valley, be upraised
every mountain fall
Making level pathways for
You are Lord of all
From the token that is poor to
Your revelation pure
Words to bind up
words to soothe
Making rocky places smooth
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Phil Overton Royal Leamington Spa, UK
Phil has created, performed and recorded music since his teens. A versatile writer, his insightful material observes
illusion, loneliness and uncertainty while exploring beauty, freedom and hope with emotionally articulate lyrics.
He employs a wide range of musical style from rhythmic numbers to slower ballads. Acoustic and electric sounds are combined with melody plus harmony and then some
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