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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