Bedroom Demos- Vol. 27

by Terry Scott Taylor

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1.
What I'm thinkin' I've been shaken up It's a secret I've been taken up Yeah, but I'll get over it I'm getting over it now I'll get over it I'm getting over it now My complacence I feel it breakin' down and my abasement it nails me to the ground But I'll get better Take my medicine of things familiar the things I understand Yeah, but I'll get over it I'm getting over it now I'll get over it I'm getting over it now Lights out here in my room I know you're out there Yeah, I know you're out there Were you peeking above my window sill 'Cos my safekeeping was slapped against your will Yeah, but I'll get over it I'm getting over it now I'll get over it I'm getting over it now Lights out here in my room I know you're out there Yeah, I know you're out there I'm re-thinking what I've come to doubt (about you) It's a new game You've turned it inside out I could breathe it I could live again I could feed it It might never end
2.
If somebody tells you that their love is true Don't believe it if they hold a gun to you There's cold war tactics hidden in a smiling face A pretty kind of poison that will leave no trace Disguising shadows are concealers Traitors spies and double dealers In the street somebody staggers Killed again with cloak and dagger If somebody tells you 'bout the master plan Don't believe it if they got the bloody hands Secret agents masked in plastic moulded smiles Wolves that stalk the innocent and trusting child Disguising shadows are concealers Traitors spies and double dealers In the street somebody staggers Killed again with cloak and dagger If somebody tells you that they are your friend Don't believe them if they like to play pretend Or diss you and dismiss you when your back is turned Wish them well and walk away or you'll get burned Disguising shadows are concealers Traitors spies and double dealers In the street somebody staggers Killed again with cloak and dagger
3.
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travellin' through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand I've got a mother, sister and brother Who have gone this way before I am determined to go and see them, dear Lord Over on the other shore I'm going down to the river of Jordan Just to bathe my wearisome soul If I can just touch the hem of his garment, dear Lord Then I know he'd take me home I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travellin' through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand
4.
I’m singing Maybe just to myself Though I wrote this For you and no one else When my lips move Your head turns In the opposite direction My heart beats On the radar Flying under your detection So how can I make it clear? Shout it out, Or whisper in your ear? How can you sing along To a deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) Shadows moving In between the lines Figures dancing Through the chords and rhymes I pour the drinks and Set the table Resigned to starve for Your attention The strings swell, They play the soundtrack To your knack for indecision So how do I spell it out With love strong enough To assuage your doubt? And how can you sing along To a deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) If you find This page on a dusty shelf when I’m gone, It’s yours, and for no one else Take a moment To drink in The sweet wine of Love and mercy Down in the cellar of These old pages Behind a door marked “For The thirsty” Meanwhile, a mystery, And maybe not really up to me To get you to sing along To a deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear A deeper song (A song you cannot hear) A deeper song (A song you cannot hear)
5.
She calls her Mom on Sunday evenings Now that her Mom lives out of state And she drops by to see her Daddy Each Tuesday morning, about eight She has always been a Daddy’s girl And it’s a promise she will keep To see him early in the morning, Every Tuesday of the week Every Tuesday of the week She tells him all her plans And when she’s sad and troubled, She knows he understands She counts on him for wisdom And the comfort that she seeks, Early in the morning, Every Tuesday of the week She shares all her joys and sorrows, All the laughter and the pain Cos’ she knows that Daddy’s here for her Whatever problems life may bring And Daddy always lifts her burdens She leaves there lighter on her feet On those bright and early mornings, Every Tuesday of the week Every Tuesday of the week She tells him all her plans And when she’s sad and troubled, She knows he understands She counts on him for wisdom And the comfort that she seeks, On those bright and early mornings, Every Tuesday of the week She’s been coming here for seven years, Cos’ her love for him runs deep Fresh flowers laid on Daddy’s grave Early in the morning, Every Tuesday of the week
6.
Is that Jesus on the shore It's the Lord, it's the Lord Is that Jesus on the shore Open doors, closed doors It's the Lord Is He in the circumstance Not by chance, not by chance In His hand is providence Open doors, closed doors It's the Lord Chorus: Be free brethren, be free brethren Be free brethren, be free Be free brethren Move and be, brethren Be free brethren be free Give him thanks in everything everything He is king Give him thanks in everything When it brings suffering He is king Is that Jesus on the shore It's the Lord, it's the Lord Is that Jesus on the shore Open doors, closed doors It's the Lord (repeat chorus)

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released October 21, 2019

Mastered by Bruce Neher
Photo by Bruce Neher

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