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Category: #GreatSongs

#GreatSongs: “Never Let Me Down” by Jake Hamilton

If you read my last non-review post, I was wrestling through some stuff. I had my iPod on shuffle and this song came up and I haven’t been able to stop listening. The blues licks and the sing-along bridge are pretty tight. God is faithful.

I’ve been left alone, I’ve been pushed away
I’ve been tried and tested but I’ll never go astray
Cause I’ve found something worth more than the comfort of my days

I’ve found the king of glory always comes at midnight
I’ll be burning that oil lit nightlight
They can mock me, abuse me, hate me
But I know that you’ll never let me down
No, you’ll never let me down

I’ve lived in fear, have my share of scars
Shook my fist at heaven while I’m screaming at the stars
But I’ve found something worth more than my angry selfish ways

I’ve found the king of glory always comes at midnight
I’ll be burning that oil lit nightlight
They can mock me, abuse me, hate me
But I know that you’ll never let me down
No, you’ll never let me down

I can see the stars declaring (Lord, don’t let me down)
I can hear the rocks are crying (Lord, don’t let me down)
I can hear the church bells ringing (Lord, don’t let me down)
I can feel the earth, it’s grounding (Lord, don’t let me down)
I can hear the people are shouting (Lord, don’t let me down)
And all the cities are screaming (Lord, don’t let me down)
While all the preachers are preaching (Lord, don’t let me down)
While all the kings are bowing down

The king of glory always comes at midnight
I’ll be burning that oil lit nightlight
They can mock me, abuse me, hate me
But I know that you’ll never let me down
No, you’ll never let me down

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#GreatSongs: “It Doesn’t Make It True” by Bayside

Sometimes I just feel frustrated. I try and try to make changes but they don’t stick. I deal with depression from time to time and sometimes it feels like I just can’t get past it. I want to be a better husband and father and then I lose my temper. But as long as I don’t just lay down and accept things the way they are, or make excuses for my actions, the battle is never lost. This song has become a sort of rally cry.

We can wait for the perfect moment
But I say we’re in it
And I’ll take all the punches I’m thrown
If it’s what I should do, do, do
I want to be good
But saying I do doesn’t make it true

As if repeating my questions
And shrugging off suggestions
Ever got me far

Boys to the back and men to the front of the room
And if you think that you’ve got something missing
You probably do
I know that acceptance comes first
And if I want to change then I’ve got to work
Just cause I say I do, doesn’t make it true

Courage is an acquired trait
So we’ve got to admit that
We appreciate gained strengths
But now we’re not nice to look at
I’ve always though that I do
But saying I do, doesn’t make it true

As if excusing my actions
And well-timed nervous laughing
Ever got me far

Boys to the back and men to the front of the room
And if you think that you’ve got something missing
You probably do
I know that acceptance comes first
And if I want to change then I’ve got to work
Just cause I say I do, doesn’t make it true

My problem: sinned enough for a lifetime
Take him to the lake it’ll drown him
Like I never found him
So I can’t apologize
Especially not when I know that it’s alright
I can trust myself
To be playin’ em carefully
Why do I think I’m always right?

As if excusing my actions
And well-timed nervous laughing
Ever got me far
No it never got me far

Boys to the back and men to the front of the room
And if you think that you’ve got something missing
You probably do
I know that acceptance comes first
And if I want to change then I’ve got to work
Just cause I say I do, doesn’t make it true.

#GreatSongs: “Wessex Boy” by Frank Turner

Music has the ability to capture unique emotions and feelings which are not always easy to translate into words. There is something about the combination of lyrics and melody that breaks through the simple word-expression barrier. The song “Wessex Boy” by Frank Turner is one of those songs for me.

I am not a Brit; this statement is probably no shock to anyone reading this. But, although this song is about Frank’s hometown in England, there is something about it that reminds me of Mulberry. I was walking one of my dogs while back home for the Thanksgiving holiday -another piece of evidence that I am not British- and this song came up on my iPod. I ended up putting it on repeat as I walked the streets, finding myself stuck in a reminiscent mindset. Listen and enjoy.

Let me tell you all a little story of the things I’ve found
Hanging out and drinking with my friends in the cathedral grounds
And later dodging drunks as we dance along Jewry Street
As we wander up town to the railway our friends to meet

There’s something about coming back to your hometown again
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends
And though none of them still live here, I’ve got nowhere to go
I’m a Wessex Boy and when I’m here I’m home

Let me tell you all a little story of the things I’ve lost
Huddling for warmth on the top step of the Buttercross
Sitting on the benches by the bridges at the riverside
Of counting down the hours for the buses cause I missed my ride

There’s something about coming back to your hometown again
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends
And though none of them still live here, I’ve got nowhere to go
I’m a Wessex Boy, a Wessex boy and when I’m here I’m home

And one day I will hear this song anonymous and sweet
Ringing out from a busker’s guitar on the ancient city streets
I’ll stand along while and smile before I continue on the road
And somebody else will sing the words and I’ll feel like I’m home

There’s something about hometowns you never can escape
The triumphs and the tragedies and those of little faith
The welling of nostalgia and feeling kind of strange,
Cause despite the little changes yeah this place still feels the same

There’s something about coming back to your hometown again
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends
And though none of them still live here, I’ve got nowhere to go
I’m a Wessex Boy
I’m a Wessex boy and when I’m here I’m home

#GreatSongs: “Break My Heart Sweetly” by John Moreland

In the past I have done the random post here and there about a song that is currently rocking my world, but as we look towards the last month and a half of the year I have decided to formalize it. This is the first entry in a series referred to as #GreatSongs.

I wish I could sing like this guy. I wish I could finger-pick with the subtlety and nuance this guy does. I wish I could write chilling lyrics like this guy.

“Break My Heart Sweetly” is one of those songs that the first time it started playing, I literally stopped every activity I was doing and sat and listened. I encourage you to push play, turn the volume up, and do nothing for the next 4:33. You can email me a thank-you when you’re done.

Break My Heart Sweetly
I swore the days were over, courting empty dreams
I worshiped at the altar of losing everything
And the guard I held together is losing all its shape
And in my head you look so gorgeous, it’s keeping me awake

There’s a scar on my soul, so let me down easy
Break my heart sweetly, like you always do
I guess I can’t let go til you wreck me completely
Break my heart sweetly, drape me in blue

I was never scared of nothing, I thought I had a home
Life went and broke me open, cause I carried it alone
I’m finding all this well worn sadness I never knew I kept
And I still chase you into heartache every time you take a step

I swore the days were over, courting empty dreams
I worshiped at the altar of losing everything
And you had a halo made of diamonds, resting on your head
I should be dealing with my demons, but I’m dodging them instead