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No Heart Beats Alone
05:21
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No Heart Beats Alone
the heart is a precious thing
tender and strong and able to break
you've got to keep it safe
the heart is a sitting duck
beating and needing to love someone
who's going to fail
but let me give my heart away
don't let me try to keep it
cause no heart beats for just one soul
no heart beats for just one soul
we are heart and soul and flesh and bone
and no heart can beat alone
he'd had a fever for a couple weeks
the doctors said they had to cut him open
they hooked him up to a machine
they fixed and then they closed him
he gave me five sealed letters in case the worst arrived
and I was glad to give them back
sometimes I wish it was that easy, I'd just close my eyes
and wake with scars, healed at last
let me give my heart away
don't let me try to keep it
cause no heart beats for just one soul
no heart beats for just one soul
we are heart and soul and flesh and bone
and no heart can beat alone
she's been hurting for a long long time
built those walls just to survive
but the earth keeps shifting and the cracks are clear
oh, what beauty lies beneath the fear
oh, what beauty lies beyond the fear
let us give our hearts away
don't let us try to keep them
cause no heart beats for just one soul
no heart beats for just one soul
we are heart and soul and flesh and bone
and no heart beat alone
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Belle Isle
04:50
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Belle Isle
Dear Evelyn
it's been eight months, two weeks, three days since I've been home
now I'm in the middle of the old James River and it's getting cold
and there ain't much hope
I can't begin
to tell you how I miss the life that could have been
to feel you close, the smell, the warmth desire fed
but you'd best get moving on
cause Lee might have lost the battle there at Gettysburg
but he captured me
they packed us, tattered, shattered all on a belching train
for the capital of the confederacy
now I can see Richmond
from the smooth stone shore here on Belle Isle prison
and it looms like an old white devil out for heaven
making this place hell
where your brothers
will steal your only blanket while you're sleeping
sell it to you in the morning for your scrap of rations
ain't no way to win
cause we might have won the battle there at Gettysburg
but we lost ourselves
this evil rock was once so beautiful, but look around
what man will do, with his conscience quelled
Dear Evelyn
my horizons hemmed by cannons aimed by grey old men
five steps towards the dead line and I'll beat them in
to the arms of our Lord
and I plan to ask him then
where he is when men treat men like rats in filth
when folks can freeze to death a mile from unearned wealth
though it ain't my place
no, my place is in your arms on our farm in Rochester
raising up some boys with your green eyes
if I die tonight under the frozen moon
your name will walk the bridge of my last sigh
Dear Evelyn
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Until You Provide
04:11
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Until You Provide
doesn’t seem to be much work this year
in this town, anywhere
he learned from his Dad to make it clear
that he’d do an honest days work and then some
he tries to keep his sweetheart in the dark
not that she can’t handle it
she just shouldn’t have to
with all those children running round the yard
he’d carry this one on his own
he votes because he’s supposed to, it doesn’t change a thing
he wants the boss to trust him so he missed his son’s big game
it was all for nothing, now that’s all they have
and Jesus, this burden just ain’t light
Lord, we’re not giving up the fight
but how long? how long until you provide?
it’s tearing at them though they try their best
they used to be young lovers
now they watch the other
and wonder if they’ll ever get some rest
and if they’ll find it in each other’s arms, again
they go to church because they’re supposed to, but they don’t feel a thing
he wants her to trust him, but he’s blowing every scene
was it all for nothing? cause now that’s all they have
and Jesus, this burden just ain’t light
Still, we’re not giving up the fight
but how long? how long until you provide?
He used to dream that he could be a painter
colors danced and wouldn’t him sleep
but folks like him can’t afford to dream
when they’re trying to keep this thing alive
we’re all trying to keep something alive
someday he’ll finally close his eyes
to see an azure Van Gogh sky
golden streets and gates a mile high
gazing at the wonder, he’ll have no tears left to cry
will it be that long, will it be that long until you provide?
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Out of Town
04:10
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Out of Town
we were out of town
when the ceiling caved in
the waters rose
and we lost everything
the neighbors came
and did what they could
got the photos dry
saved what was still good
people told us it would work out for the best
maybe we just haven't seen it yet
and you were there when we'd given up
there when we tried to run from you
there though we didn't know in the moment
open up our eyes to really see
our hearts to just believe that you care
when we can't feel past the moment
and you feel out of town
it was 93, I felt all on my own
and I ended up at a YoungLife club
someone looked for me and remembered my name
I kept coming back, I was not the same
cause you were there when I'd given up
there when I tried to run from you
there though I didn't know in the moment
open up my eyes to really see
my heart to just believe that you
care when I can't feel past the moment
where were you when the ones I looked to turned their backs?
where were you when our vows were taking their worst attack?
were you there somewhere?
are you here?
help me remember
help me remember
that you were there when I'd given up
there when I tried to run from you
there though I didn't know in the moment
open up my eyes to really see
my heart to just believe that you
care when I can't feel past the moment
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She is a Foreign Country
03:47
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She is a Foreign Country
I was shipwrecked on uncharted shore
offering shelter and hope
it was wild and new and as I explored
something within me awoke
I was struck when I saw her horizons
beyond what ten lifetimes could reach
she is a foreign country
she is ancient trees and freshwater springs
miles of uncharted plains
she is crystal lakes of compassion deep
tender and fierce just the same
and I'm standing high on a mountain
there is beauty as far as I see
she is a foreign country
she is wild and free
and she stands by me
skies of blue and flame
and she wears my name
she is a foreign country
and she bears my name
she is a foreign country
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The House Where No One Spoke
I had a dream that I woke from my sleep
in a house where no one spoke
it lay on the border between two great nations at war
there were land mines and barbwire, flags shot to pieces
a staircase of ancient white oak
one word could unravel the cease-fire so words were no more
the fight had raged so long
that no one remembered
the way it had begun
and all those Decembered sad years
ache for the words
that would let the war be done
what a dream, what a scene, now a crowd filled the streets
so desperate to have some control
they burned their own buildings, drank their own poisons, and still
still they clung to their vices; their beds, wine and dice, yes,
the lovers who'd never say no
while the demons just lapped up the sadness till they had their fill
a heart can grow so old
from taking its beatings
that hope is hard to hold
and if love's just a feeling, the fear
is that there are no words
that would let the war be done
the people craved peace, the people craved rest
but all of the things that they'd done had left them
buried by shame in the rubble of fear
angry at what they'd become
but in the smoke of the ashes
at the cross of the great divide
there appeared brave men and women
who dared to break the silence
with
kindness
words of kindness
real, true kindness
with its healing touch
risking forgiveness and trust
kindness
it was kindness, after all
sweet fruit of the spirit
where love threw seeds to fall
and gave ears to hear it's sweet song
that spoke the words
and let the war be done
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Andrew Osenga Nashville, Tennessee
Artist, Producer, Writer, Player.
Husband, Father, Friend.
I make music that I want to hear.
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