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Soldier

Soldier

V1
I am no Soldier, but I fight
Fight against these thoughts – these thoughts at night
of what wont happen or what might descend upon my children

V2
I am no victim, but I’m torn
Torn by all that which will soon be born
A war that rages upon both shores – The casualties: they are endless

Chorus:
But if I could fly with the Angels,
See the world from that angle,
would it seem to untangle – or simply be in labor?

V3
I’m no Commander – but I call
for Chiefs upon their knees to fall…
For Citizens to wail upon the walls of heaven – oh Heaven – for salvation

Chorus: But if we…

V4
I am no Midwife – but I see
the waters breaking upon the seas
While all along we beg for peace – we fight for peace and freedom…

Beth Wacome Keck @2007
Peace Writing Song Contest, Langdon Street

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Lions & Lambs

Lions and Lambs

D                      Bb                    F
Everyday is the right day to make it right
Every night is the right night to seal it tightly
Every hour is the best hour to do it justice –
G    Bb   G
The Question Just is: Are you a Lion or Lamb?

Everyone has to lay down sometimes – Isn’t that right?
Every dream has to dumb down sometimes or pick a fight? (see)
I’m in a dream that has not been realized – only recognized
The question still lies: am I a lion or a lamb?

Chorus:
Bb
Most Shepherd Boys – they don’t like lions
C
Most Shepherd Boys are throwing stones at them

Bb
Most Shepherd Boys are only trying
C
to keep their lambs and ewes at home with them…             D Bb F

V3
Every wrong is the right time to make it right
Every dawn is the right dawn to end the night
Every Error is the best way to learn of Justice
The question Just is: Are you a lion or a lamb?

Most Lion tamers don’t deal with Lambs and
Most Lion tamers aren’t trained for that
Most Lion tamers work for the Circus
All said and done it’s just an act for them…

V4
Every Lion’s not the right Lion to lay with Lambs
Every times not the right time to give a damn
Every lie will be made right – brought into the light
When we recognize the Lion and the Lamb

Most pleas for peace are said for the say-er –
Most pleas for peace are to avoid the noise
Most please the beast who sends up the flare
to distract lions from Shepherd Boys….

Every soul is the right Soul – to wonder why
Every soul has the tendency to live a lie.
Not every soul has the fortitude to find the truth and
The question still stands: Am I a lion or a lamb?

@ Beth Wacome Keck
May 26, 2009
CCLI# 5203718

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Penny Saved

Penny Saved

V1
How many times do you leave the house thinking: “Where in the world is her mind?”
And how many times does she lay awake blinking back tears for ways she’s been unkind?
And how many times do you look at each other and realize the Gift that you have got?
And how many times do you turn into Lovers when you don’t like each other a lot?

V2
How many times do you show up for work to cash in at the end of the day?
And how many times do you avoid the truth in the things that you hear and you say?
And how many times must the madness continue until you choose to lose your mind?
And how many times must a new wave roll in, and you ride it ’til it robs you blind?

Chorus:
Penny for your thoughts…
Stay and gather moss.
Consider the cost.
Give it all you’ve got
You were sleeping on the cot.
Take another shot.
It wasn’t what you thought it was.
It is Better…

V3
How many times can we labor the point that the labor should not be in vain?
And how many times will it take to realize to lose at the fight is to gain?
And how many times can we forgive to live – see revenge as the deathblow to Love?
And how many times will you look at the test instead of seeing the work we’re proud of?
I hope you can say at the end of the day “It was worth every struggle we had”
I hope you can know, in your deepest of Souls, that the good times outweighed the bad…

Chorus
Penny for your thoughts…
Stay and gather moss.
Consider the cost.
Give it all you’ve got
You were sleeping on the cot.
Take another shot.
It wasn’t what you thought it was.
It is Better…

Bridge:
This is your life – It is Good
This is your time – Not for wasting
This your Love – Love like you should….
This is your Life….

Chorus:
Penny for your thoughts…
Stay and gather moss.
Consider the cost.
Give it all you’ve got
You were sleeping on the cot.
Take another shot.
It wasn’t what you thought it was.
It is Better…

Beth Wacome Keck @2008  CCLI# 5251942

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She Left The Lights On

She Left The Lights On

v1
She left the lights on. She wanted somebody to think she was home.
She left the lights on. Suggesting her presence, she busied the phone…
She left the lights on. How could you have ever possibly known
There was nobody there – Nobody home?
Nobody cared to sound the alarm

v2
You laid her right down. She wanted some money but there was none to be found
She laid her rights down,  suggesting her pleasure in satisfied drones
You’d later bite down. How could you have ever possibly known
There was nobody there – Nobody warm?
Nobody dared pick up the phone…

Bridge:
Honey on the table – wine on your tongue,
The milk offered to you by the Forbidden One – See the problem?
Honey on the bed, and wine on the floor,
The milk turns  to gravel as you crawl through the door – See the problem?

v3
She left the lights on – She wanted somebody –  Your body she found.
You laid your rights down:  the right to be right when the shit comes around
She’d later bite down. How could she have ever possibly known
there was nobody there – nobody known
nobody rare who loved her, alone?

Beth Wacome Keck @2007

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Knocked Out

KNOCKED OUT

V1:

I heard the news and it scared me – I had to run for cover , run for shelter

I was the news and it bared me – I had to run for cover in another –

“Pull down the blinds and lock the doors – I wont have to hear this any more

I’ve had the Wind knocked out before  – I cannot fight this kind of war”

CHORUS:

I got the wind knocked out it’s not coming back

I am shutting down I am fearful now

I got the wind knocked out – and its not coming back

V2

I was asleep and it spared me – I could hide under cover – under shelter

Being asleep never dared me to come out from the cover – from the shelter

but pull down the sheets – you can see the sores – i don’t have the strength i had before

who you are can be ignored when they see the handmaid and not the sword…

CHORUS:
I got the wind knocked out it’s not coming back

I am shutting down –  I am fearful now

I got the wind knocked out – and its not coming back

V3

Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby – > trained me so that little fazed me

Filled the barn but nearly razed me-  yet covered me with Grace

Opened my eyes, unlocked the door. Life has a way of keeping score

Mortality cant be ignored.   But you can choose the coma or you can choose the war…

BRIDGE:

Shout it from a Mountain top – i will…

This is not the time to lay low, be silent or be still

Shout it from a microphone:  “Flesh and bone must ride this storm”

Shout it from the Mountaintop: I will

CHORUS2:

I got the wind knocked out but a Storm came back

I am not shutting down – I’m stronger now – It fills my lungs so i can shout:

I got the wind knocked out , but a Storm came back ——

 

 

Beth Wacome Keck,@May 2007

CCLI# 4995773

 

 

 

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Love

It’s the first day of 2000 and something…
And with the beginning of this new year approaching, it had been made clear to me that I was to release completely raw and unedited recordings of songs I’ve written over the last several years. These particular recordings were all made, first take, the very day the songs were written. My intention, then, wasn’t to have anyone else actually listen, or critique these recordings… My intention, then, was to keep track of them. That is the reason you will hear me say at the beginning of each one which track they are on, what the first chord is, the title and so on as the recordings begin. You will also hear me mess up. I hit wrong notes here and there… You’ll hear my bracelets jingle on most, a doorbell ring on some, and dog’s walking by on many…
You will, perhaps, also feel like you are reading my diary, because in a sense you will be. Some songs are about the crazy, wild love I feel for Eric or my kids. Some work through a fight. In some I will flat-out tell family secrets…
Some songs will make you feel jealous of me (because my life is so very, VERY good) and others were my way of working though very difficult things like depression, betrayal, the murder of a family member, being hit on, suicide of close friends, etc…
Some songs are prayers…
Some talk to G-d as if I’m the favorite child.
Some talk to Jesus as if He are in a serious romance…
In some my soul chases after the Holy Spirit like a sailor chases after the Wind.
Some sound like I question if G-d cares,
is trust worthy
Or even exists…
Many don’t mention G-d at all.
The subjects are as diverse as the variant theme of days, themselves.
And today begins the flight of these recordings put out freely because I strongly sense that is the way each will find the doorstep of the hearts to which they belong, cloaked only in the vulnerability of unedited imperfection.
More to come…

Love
www.reddishband.com/love/track-04/

V1
C
If I don’t show Love when I am in Pain
Fm
If I don’t serve those who cannot repay me
C
If I don’t fight for the ones without rights
Bb  F                           C
I am nothing – take me down

V2
If I can speak like the best of angels or men
If I can make mysteries as plain as the day
And have the faith to command nature –
Yet not have the love to heal it – take me down

Bridge:

Bb                             Fm
If I sacrifice myself, my reputation and my wealth
C
Even my body – I have given nothing…
Bb                                                Fm                                                C
If Love does not possess me I am worthless – or worse … Take me down
Bb                                     Fm                     C
And all that I surround myself with –  take it down
Bb                                                         Fm                       C
If it separates me or others from the Truth – Take me down…

Bridge 2:
Bb                                                     G
I am seeing through a fog – I am peering through a mist
C
I can feel the power coming and I know that hope exists
Bb                                               Fm
And one day I will see clearly – walk with You and You with me
C
But for now the dearest treasures are wrapped up in mystery

Love p2
So I must
Bb
Trust steadily

Fm
Hope unswervingly –
C
Love with extravagance – extravagance…

Help me to
Bb
Trust steadily

Fm
Hope unswervingly –

C
Love with extravagance – extravagance…

V3
C
Love is the one thing that always remains
F
Love is the one thing
C
Love is the One…

@Beth Wacome Keck
June 17, 2008

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Just Desserts

Just Desserts

V1
Love at First Sight – People would try, but could not understand it
What made it right? How could we drop everything as we’d planned it?
Sometimes at night we’d both wonder why we were having such favor
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions, we labeled them “Naysayers”

Chorus;
We thought we deserved this –
Living on the surface –
Somehow we were “worth it” – and then…

V2
Our first real fight – finally seeing weren’t insulated
“Who’s wrong? / Who’s right?” seemed to be all that we concentrated on
Sometimes at night we wondered why we were having such trouble
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions. we’d burst our own bubble

Churus:
I did not deserve this –
I did not deserve this –
I did not deserve this from You…

Bridge:
Where did I get the idea that you had to be perfect to be perfect for me?
Where did i get the idea that perfection existed?
Where did I get the idea that conflict and doubt are not part of the equation?
Where did I get the idea and not resist it?

V3
You needed me – and they needed me – and I needed me
and you could not be all of the things i asked you to be
And sometimes at night you wondered how to provide what I’d long for
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions, i could not have harmed You more…

Bridge:
Where did I get the idea that you had to be perfect to be perfect for me?
Where did i get the idea that perfection existed?
Where did I get the idea that conflict and doubt are not part of the equation?
Where did i get the idea and not resist it?

Chorus:
You did not deserve this –
You did not deserve this
You did not deserve this from me —-
and I’m sorry…

V4:
Love, deep and wide – we thought we had it back at the beginning
But that seed has died, and buried itself, and tripled our winnings
Sometimes at night the roots go down deeper to steady the swaying
And sometimes in spite of all good intentions we were only playing at Grace

Chorus:
We did not deserve this
having Hope resurface
Thrive, and make it worth dying for….

Beth Wacome Keck
@2009