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Post Tenebras

by Thaddeus Williams

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1.
DeBray 03:22
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.
2.
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.
3.
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.
4.
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.
5.
All is Well 05:21
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.
6.
Lead Me Home 02:15
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.

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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 folk, rock, hymns, and storytelling ballads behind lyrics that swing from praise to protest and back again.

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