Tell Tales​/​Standing Stones A

by Ecclesia



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released January 29, 2015

Artwork by Chris Dewar.
All instruments performed by Brendan Horn.
Extra guitars on Typical Interlude by Dave Scotland.
All songs copyright Brendan Horn 2014-2015.
Originally released January 29, 2015.


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Track Name: Light Bulb Versus The Sun
You turn me on and off like a light globe shining at the sun
You assure me that I'm pointless, but surely I've got one
A single pixel on a screen that flickers back and forth
I'm a highly poisonous snake with no teeth and no bite
I'm just another busted light globe but with no filament or light
Another obtuse angle waiting to be set right

Oh my hands. Steady on the wheel as we go down
We're sinking ship without the misfortune of running aground
Oh my heart. Beating like a drum inside my chest
I'm a wayward son, corrected by the He who does know best

It's a sticky situation, a rock and a hard place
I'm so terrible at poker, I don't have a straight face
Father forgive me and pour out this mourning's portion of grace
Shut up, shut up! And leave me in my place
Everybody's dying, it's just at a difference pace
The eternal endless struggle of light and dark we chase
Track Name: Typical Me (Part 1)
One day a perfect stranger called out to me by name
And my reply was somewhat shocking and so painfully blase
I'd rather sit in silence than repeat those things again
Rather suffer for a moment than live a life of eternal shame
Oh the things that I could confess
Guilty as a sinner stealing single breaths
And my heart beats drum beats in my chest
Oh the things that I could confess
Guilty as a sinner stealing single breaths
And my heart beats like a drum beat in my chest

(I am no beginning, I am the end)
I was old wine, poured out into new skins
And typical me, oh I ruined everything
I'm my own worst enemy, but I'm my only friend
I never was the beginning, all I know is how to end

I was old cheese, expired and foul
And the maker discarded me, oh he wrapped me in a towel
Just like Jonah I was thrown into the deep blue sea
And all the fish smelled me coming, and all avoided me

I listen to music and hear that old refrain
Like the twinkling of sleigh bells, or the taste of sugar cane
The sweetness and the sound, snow covering the ground
But I live in Australia where none of this is found
Ah the humidity and the heat, oh still blistering my feet
As I stand on heated asphalt and my souls they start to bleed
But if I worked in an office I'd have a cooler head
Oh but work is just work, a means to make an end
Track Name: Confessing Secrets To Strangers
Sell me more medicine for I am unwell
From the height of the heavens to the very depths of hell
All creation knows the driest of dry spells
An old and familiar face with an old familiar tell
My forehead so hot with fevered dreams
Like the bookshelf in the corner, a chipped and faded green
You remind me of the ocean, always moving, always blue
And there's nothing left but living, what else is there to do?

I kept my hands held tied behind
Behind my back
Behind my bride
I kept my secrets locked inside
I'm the epitome of sin
The main of which is my pride
This is my, this my confession
This is my, this my confession

I lay out the mic stand, and open my book
It's full of funny phrases and it's always worth a look
To see who I was when I penned those fateful words
On the pages of a notebook, these nouns become my herds
And in the margins I see my prayers of singleness
Raptured up to heaven in a blaze of married bliss
My burden these days is much more different than before
Be careful what you wish for, especially if it's more
Track Name: 1985
I'm having a flashback to a time I wasn't there
The guys had bushy moustaches, and the girls would perm their hair
Success was always money and money moved the miles
The year was 1985 and 4 years before my time
We're always moving backwards in our search for something new
One day we'll trade our cellphones for comfy wooden pews
And sing songs about the empire and hymns about the truth
Stop looking in your textbooks, start looking at the proof

1985, oh 1985 what glorious year for us to be alive
These kids were only children, their parents taking sides
Making messes of the future, amidst their compromise

1985, oh 1985, I'd prefer 2015 when I'll be 25
And my life will be a vessel for you to feel alive
Born 1989 but I'm sure I've just arrived

We're all keys on a piano, our pitch defines our length
And the master writes the music, it's he who provides the strength
I'll strum the guitar, and we'll write a brand new song
You've been singing it for years, but it didn't seem that long
The bell tolls for every man, I'm no sexist, it's a phrase
Just like "sun" sounds like "son", not the daughter passing days
We're all guilty like a liar, caught out by his own lie
We're all guilty like a traitor, we're "men" of compromise

1985, oh 1985 in the middle of 80s where man is glorified
How little has changed, such things we have devised
To try to run from saving our tiny little lives
Track Name: By My Name
My boat is sinking at the docks
All my doors are left unlocked
Water soaking in my socks
My hands unsteady at the wheel
Failed to keep an even keel
Legs are only good to kneel

I guess you'd call me restless, restless
I guess you'd call me
I guess you'd call me useless, useless
I thought you'd call me by my name

My boat is sinking at the docks
Hearing praises from the rocks
All the onlookers just mock
Lost my compass to the waves
Lost my youth to many days
And soon I'll lose my life, and all I've worked for to the grave
Track Name: My Conscience & I
One day I received a brown paper box
It was full of paper clips, foreign coins and some rocks
And had a record of my wrongs, written out with rage and praise
So I went out to the woods with a camera and some film and took photos of the forest so the glory goes to Him
The creator of the birds, all the foliage and the trees
Sent me a small brown package to bring this sinner to his knees

Trust me when I say "I'm not worth trusting"
Stole a letter from your house when I was there dusting
My conscience and I, we don't see eye to eye
So trust me when I say "I'm not worth trusting!"

One day I took a shell from an ear ring in your ear
I was away from fear but I felt him come back oh so near
I reluctantly caved and took the selfish from the saved
And retreated to your bedroom through the window where you waved
I saw your bed was undone, a victory unwon
I took your simple sea shell and put it back where it came from
I'm a scoundrel at his best, empty in the chest
Sneaking pictures from the cupboard in the morning whilst you dress

Trust me when I say that I'm not worth trusting
Took the coins out of your purse when I was done busking
Honest honesty died, and I didn't cry
So trust me when I say that I'm not worth trusting

Trust me when I say that "I'm not worth trusting"
Tin man am I cause I'm getting rusty
Singing in the rain, that old sweet refrain
Trust me when I say that "I'm not worth trusting"
Track Name: Ten Years
Ten years now I've been singing these songs
And though it seems so long
I know we're all come along
A long, long way from where we were in those days
And we're not the same people we were
No, not even close I'd say
Ten years now who I was to who I am
And you've changed to, which is not necessarily bad
Living becomes a cycle, we become more like our dads
Which in some cases is not ideal
Which to me is rather sad

We can never replace you, but we're sure gonna try

Ten years now and I have gotten it all wrong
I've been living my life singing simple melodies not singing songs
But one day I'll sing, hear the words I lack within
And the brightness of this world will grow distant and grow dim
Ten years now, I will flicker, I will fade
And my tiny little life will be buried by a spade
The hope I have in Jesus, the hope I haven't caved
That my tiny little life can lead to others being saved

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