Post Tenebras

by Thaddeus Williams

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Watch the 'All is Well' music video here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=05pfKaGBndc

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released August 4, 2014

Producer: Sean Maroney
Guest Vocals: Jocelyn, Gracelyn, Holland Williams | Yara Brighton | Rooted
Mastering (for 'All is Well'): Brandon Lee

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An eclectic blend of 70s folk rock, southern hymns, and storytelling ballads behind lyrics that swing from praise to protest and back again.

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Track Name: DeBray
I am a renegade Dutchman barred in a cell,
Arms to the sky in the holy vicar's prison.
All is well, all is well with my soul. All is well with my soul,
Cuz' I'm not the King, but I know His name.

So bring on your forces, bring on your chains.
Bring on your power, bring on your pain,
Cuz' you're not the King, but I speak His name.

Death at my door, sweet Catherine be bold,
Cuz' my soul will soon see the Lamb on the throne.
And all hail the King, and I'll sing His name.

So bring on your forces, bring on your chains.
Bring on your power, bring on your pain.
Track Name: Sailor's Plea
Sailors sail on the sea.
They reel and stagger drunkenly.
The waves they rise and the waves they crash.
I can see a shaking image in the whiskey bottle glass.
I'm afraid I won't see that distant shore.
My iniquity's gonna sink me to the floor.

Sweet winds blow, we're standing on our feet.
But when the tempest blows, you know, we're right back on our knees.
Waves they rise and the waves they crash.
I can see a shaking image in the whiskey bottle glass.
I'm afraid I won't see that distant shore.
My transgression's gonna sink me to the floor.

Face on the deck, I got splinters on my knees.
Storm-Maker hear the drunken sailor's plea.
Shine your sun down with mercy on me.

Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia. Grace abounds.
Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia. I'm haven bound.
I'm haven bound.
Track Name: Don't Build Me a Sanctuary
You will build me a sanctuary
With marquee that says 'come on in!'
Come hear our pastor, a stand-up comic.
You know he dare not speak of sin.
Come hear our worship, you'll swear you hear it
On the radio, on top ten.

But I'll be standing alone in the cold, dark night.
I'll be knocking on your crystal doors.
I'll go wandering through your cities
Into the bars where I feel at home.

So please don't build me a sanctuary
An ossuary with the bones of men.
Tear down your marquee, sell back those palm trees
Cuz' what I got's free, and it's always been.

But I'll be standing alone in the cold, dark night.
I'll be knocking on your crystal doors.
I'll go wandering through your cities
Into the bars where I feel at home.

And I'm gonna build me a sanctuary
A living temple with the hearts of men.
Construct a marquee of grace-lit sinners
Arranged in letters that say 'Come on in!'

And I'll be standing high with my palms raised from the sky.
I'll be shining bright light a diamond in the night.
We'll be crying, drink in the beauty of how we know
It should have always been.
Track Name: Junker George
Junker George, Bible for a sword
Cut them free from their umbilical chord
That's wrapped around their heads just like a noose
From cast iron pulpits on down to the pews.
Vicar said 'I'm gonna hunt that boar
I'm gonna cut him down with my inquisitors
Cuz' I'm a holy man with a sword in my hand
A coffer in the other, c'mon throw in a coin
And I'll release your fathers, release your brothers
Release your daughters, release my mother.'

Vicar said 'I'm gonna hunt that boar
I'm gonna cut him down with my inquisitors
Cuz' I'm a holy man with a sword in my hand
A coffer in the other, c'mon throw in a coin
And I'll release your fathers, release your brothers
Release your daughters, release my mother.'

Simony and penance, indulgence and your relics
Like downward stairs to the dungeons of despair
For Junker George.

Asphixiated man is the sun and the air
For Junker George.
Track Name: All is Well
I will pack my disillusions in a bundle on a stick
And venture to the tracks to catch the boxcars in my head.
And I will ride with all the hobos, find our city on a hill.
When we get there will be drinking, singing out that all is well.
All is well.

As we rumble through the orchards, through the cities made of hell
Down those long forgotten train tracks made of vigilance and steel
We'll ascend the sacred mountain for that city on a hill.
When we get there will be drinking, singing out that all is well.
All is well.

But the engine's spitting fire as we make our final climb
Looking on the dark horizon for the city made of light.
I can see the first rays rising in the distance through the night.
I feel my heartbeat racing as the speckles become bright.
You know the lights are almost legible, I squint my weary eyes.
The city on a hill turned out to be the one of sin.

Here the mayor ain't no carpenter, there's a rumor he was killed
By a mob of young professionals, lynched in their confessionals
And then trampled by an elephant and dragged on out of town
Then replaced by a President who calls this holy ground
With his finger on the button for the Shi'ite and the heathen.
Like Constantine with politics, he's ushered in the kingdom
Where the comforts and the luxuries of living in the west
Are proof that God is on our side and Adam Smith knows best.
'I'm on a roll now, please don't stop me,' said the preacher to the Man.
Then beat Him with a dusty book, wrapped up in a flag
And as the blows reigned down I could hear the preacher say,
'All is well.'

Then we were shuttled off in cattle cars and shipped on out of town
To the gulags in the mountains to look for diamonds in the ground.
When we find 'em they'll spit shine 'em for the emperor's new crown
To wear with Caesar's purple when the circus comes to town.
That's when I saw it in the distance rising up above the trees
A pin of light so beautiful it brought me to my knees.
It was a small and blinding fire rising slowly from the south.
The Man that they had left for dead with a sword in His mouth.
And with Him came the legions of the martyrs and the poor
The long-forsaken victims of the beast and the whore.
All regenerate degenerates assembled on His flanks
But the legions from the city came to meet Him with their tanks.

Then the towers that once stood like middle fingers to the sky
They melted like sandcastles in the sulfur ocean tide.
And in the glorious inferno I finally glimpsed the beams
Of that long-awaited city purged of emptiness and greed
Where we'll be drinking with the angels singing out forevermore
All is well.
All is well.
All is well.
Track Name: Lead Me Home
We were made for eachother, not made to walk alone.
Driven by the devil's pride we set out on our own.
O that grievous day in Eden when we chose autonomy.
Captains of our own souls drifting in a lonesome sea.

Lead me home.
(Through the old red river.)
Lead me home.
(Where the tree never withers.)
Lead me home.
(O'er the fiery lake.)
Lead me home.
(On the old wood bridge.)

Lead me home.