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OTHER BOTTLES

Other Bottles

Looks at me I’m getting older
Look at you – you’re young at heart.
Look at me I’m getting bolder
Look at you – you’re getting smart
look at us – we’ve made it this far
We can make it farther still
Look at us – we’re somewhat wiser
than we were before the hill

I’ve been offered bread from other tables
I’ve been offered wine from other bottles
But knowing there’s a feast
that’s waiting piping hot at home
With better food than anybody else
Has ever grown to feed my soul
and satisfy my body and my mind
enough to override the rough
And let love make me blind

You can ride beside the Bog Boys
I’d give up before I start
You can race the pace of Champions
But I’m the Champion of your Heart
You can love me tho’ I’m softer
(Softer in my frame, that is)
You can love me all you want to:
Champion does as champion is

You’ve been offered bread from other tables
You’ve been offered wine from other bottles
But knowing there’s communion
in the union that you chose
can satisfy the hunger
tho’ the appetite still grows
Come feed your Soul and satisfy
Your body and your mind
enough to override the rough
And let Love make you blind

Look at me and love me honest
Honest love is sometimes mean
Look at “mean” through honest lenses,
Re-evaluate the scene
Look at you and see you always
Always as the One you are
Look at you as Time will cleanse and
Wake us from our pillow scars

We’ve be offered bread from other tables
We’ve been offered wine from other bottles
But knowing there is knowing
And the price that has been paid
Solidifies the weakest link
and transforms ball and Chain
to line and light ballon that floats
upon Rythms of Grace
Enough to override the blind
and let Love win the race …

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DREAM ON

Dream On
Dedicated to Mark (and Amy) Palmer

Dream on my Darling and sleep, sleep while you may.
Dream on my Darling and sleep, Tho’ it is still day.
You asked for no doubt in the talking about
your departure – for it would not be.
I fully believed in your vow to not leave,
while the battle – and war for your life –
you wore on your sleeve…
Dream on, Darling
Dream on, Darling
Dream on, Darling – Dream

The covenant cut and the Rallying Forces
who shouted: your hope would be met…
The building momentum of Kingdom and war-zones
and Justice were promises made to never forget…
Dream on, Darling
Dream On, Darling
Dream On Darling, Dream…

I fully expected your healing to come,
Then your pain could bring something of worth
I fully expected you’d be resurrected
and your strong, and re-muscled hand
To punch through the earth
Dream on, Darling
Dream on, Darling
Dream On, Darling – Dream
Dream on, Darling
Dream on, Darling
Dream on, Darling – Dream

Dream on my Darling and sleep –
sleep while you may.
Dream on my Darling and sleep
Tho’ it is still day….

“Dream On ” from Living Room Sessions Side B by Beth Wacome Keck. Released: 2007. Genre: Vocal.

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‘Blown Away’ also known as ‘Wanting to Rise’

BLOWN AWAY
AKA Wanting to Rise

People say she’s the perfect blend of – a perfect blend of you and me
Perfect blend of strength and capability
People say if she sets her sights high she can fly right – she can flight right
People say… Who cares what all the people say?

What I know is she exhibits all our frailties.
What I know is Her. She is fragile, wounded by insensitivity.
What I know is she’s aware of wrong been done to her – cut right through her
What I know is: Who cares what other people say?

Because she died that day – she felt she’d let us down
She died that day you fixed your face as stone
She died that day — but she is waiting to rise…

If you ask her she can tell you. She can tell you why it hurts so deeply
If you ask her – but you wont ask her, and that is why she hurts so deeply
If you ask her she’d forgive you so she can fly right – she will fly right
She will fly right, but not in your tail wind…

Because she died that day
Was crucified that day – the day she crossed you
and she was blown away, though her skin stays home

What I see is her – She is fragile, but not as fragile as the bond between you
What I see is transformation in acknowledging what’s wrong between you
You’re the grown up – before she’s grown up
Before she’s long gone, though her shell’s still with us
I want to hold her and unfold her by acknowledging the hell within us…

So she’ll  fly that day – the winds of rage let go of her
so she will  fly that day – and commit to love Another,
Not blown away and seeking refuge in one, stronger
So she can fly that day and not hide any longer…

@Beth Wacome Keck 2007
CCLI #4943158

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Gold Mine

GOLD MINE     D

V1
I am a nobody – nobody knows
I have a song but forgot how it goes
Scurrying ’round in my head it’s on fire
Can’t put it out – yet it’s out on the wire

Chorus:
And I’m a Gold Mine  – if you could dig that deep
A Gold Mine , within my soul to keep
A Gold Mine – yet the gold is not mine

V2
I am a Poet who’s caught in a rhyme
A rhyme – or a riddle – running out of time
Swarming around in my head – it’s alive
Dancing and dodging, protecting the hive

Chorus:
Yet I’m a Gold Mine –  if you could dig that deep
A Gold Mine – like liquid honey, sweet
A Gold Mine – Yet the Gold is not Mine

V3
I am a nobody nobody knows
that honey is dangerous stuck to your clothes
Swarming around you the bees guard the throne
of queens who don’t work like you do with their drones

Chorus+Bridge
Yet I’m a Gold Mine if i could dig that deep
A gold mine – collapsed while i was sleeping
Gold Mine – if you could slit that vein –
blood running down the drain –
you’ll take your cut again  –
but Honey, not for change…

V4
Gold mine – like honey through my fingers
Gold Mine the urgency still lingers
Gold Mine the Song buries the Singer
Gold Mine : the Truth complete with stinger…

@Beth Wacome Keck 2008

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Be Careful

 

Be Careful

If you’re not careful – Something might happen
And it might scare you – Scare you so badly –
Oh La-De-dah, oh La-de-dah – Oh La-De_dah…

Oh be careful Little hands what you touch…
Oh be careful little hands what you touch…
For the Father up above is looking just to judge –
Oh be careful little hands what you touch…

Oh be careful Little Eyes what You see..
Oh Be careful Little Eyes what you see…
For the Father up above has never been in Love
Oh be careful Little Eyes what you see…

Oh be careful Little Minds what you think..,
Oh be careful Little minds what you think…
For your Father up above may be driven to drink –
Oh be careful little Minds what You think…

Because if you’re not careful something might happen
and it might scare You – scare You so badly
Oh La-De-dah, oh La-de-dah – Oh La-De_dah…

Errant Theology
Bad Psychology
Pharmacology
New Technology
Bible College-y
Reflexolgy
Demagoguery
Etymology
Seduce All of me
Starbuckology
Methodology
Pneumatology
Reduce You, me
Reduce You, me…

Don’t want to be careful – want something to happen
Something that scares me – scares me so badly
Oh La-De-dah, oh La-de-dah – Oh La-De_dah…

Undo me
Undo Me
Undo Me
Undo me
Undo me…

@Beth Wacome Keck 2007

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Stories

Stories
a.k.a. What about G-d?

V1
“It can’t be done that way” – that’s what the people say
“You’ve passed your greatest day – It’s time to be moving on”
“It can’t be won that way – Not likely at this stage”
“You’re slipping in the race: Hand on the baton”

Chorus1:
To which I say: What about G-d?
What about Vision?
What about Covenants
And their provisions?
What about promises
made in the dead of night
when we aren’t seeing right –
What about G-d?

V2
It cant be won that way -best now to not engage
Step down and back away – and call it “Grace”
“It cant be sung that way” – that what the skeptics say
Its time to fade away and call it “Faith”

Chorus 1

Bridge:
I want to be part of that Story – woven tightly into the plot
But when presented with unlikely glory to not forget the nature of G-d
I don’t want be laughing at – I want to be laughing WITH
I don’t want to be jumping ahead – i just want to be jumping in
to the adventurous Story that my G-d’s still publishing
A plot of Redemption that my G-d is writing me in to

Alongside of G-d
Within the Vision
Inside the Covenants
Without my revisions
Inside the promises
Made in the dead of night
So i can finally read it right:
The story of G-d…

 

Beth Wacome Keck @March 25, 2008

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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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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 scars –
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