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Songs From Exchange

by Phil Wright

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1.
I cannot understand Everything you've been through All I can say is that I've been through some things too Innocence is not mine Although I've been wronged sometimes I have been wrong so many times too I have been wrong and I am homeless without you Won't you take me by the hand Won't you take me by the hand Lead me home, I'll follow you Won't you take me by the hand Like the blind man that I am Lead me home, I'll follow you Just don't let me go... Fellowship is sublime Although it can hurt sometimes Time and again I have been healed here This is true So here we are once again We're more than just two good friends I feel the Spirit in me reaching deep into you As deep calls to deep, I find I'm homeless without you Won't you take me by the hand Won't you take me by the hand Lead me home, I'll follow you Won't you take me by the hand Like the blind man that I am Lead me home, I'll follow you Just don't let me go...
2.
This violence in my art is like a Well aimed fiery dart It's burning Bringing down the walls around my words They just keep spilling out like A dam burst in a drought Some kind of learning And I wonder, If I blow this horn Will the people shout? And I wonder, if I blow this horn Will the people shout? 'Cause there's a symbol with a ragged edge It's like a photograph on a stranger's fridge... It's vaguely familiar It's that woman with the blindfold eyes Balancing the people's lies Ah, she's vaguely familiar But there's a whispering behind the fence A heightened sense of coincidence A common theme and a common sense Has the common cup become a calming influence? Ah, it's just so familiar! And I wonder, if I blow this horn Will the people shout? And I wonder, if I blow the whistle Will the walls fall down? 'Cause these are strange days Strange days A kind of turning, Some kind of fall...
3.
I’ll trade you tinsel for your land I’ll teach you words to understand And for your crops and for your herds I’ll teach you meaning for those words I’ll take your grain and sell you bread I’ll sell you fears to fill your head And when the sun sets on your youth I’ll take your children’s lives too Come Jesus, come Lord Jesus Come Jesus, take it like a lamb Come Jesus, come Lord Jesus Come Jesus, take it like a lamb You struck me something must be done I’ll get myself a bigger gun I’ll shoot you right between the eyes You’ll see me coming, then you’ll die I’ll chase you to the very end Nobody’s coming home again It’s not about who’s right or wrong History’s written by the strong Run Jesus, run Lord Jesus Run Jesus, run young lion, run! Run Jesus, run Lord Jesus Run Jesus, run young lion, run! Up from the earth we raise our song The earth herself sings along Her branches raised in one plea “Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy...” Come Jesus, come O hunted ones, Come Jesus, rest among us Come Jesus, come O wounded ones, Come Jesus, heal among us Come Jesus, come O homeless ones, Come Jesus, live among us Come Jesus, come Lord Jesus Come Jesus, rise among us
4.
For fifteen years you’ve been my bride Young love aging With fifteen more and you by my side Love born again Things just keep changing But a constant through the years Is how you’ve made me And I wanted you to hear it straight from me I love you You’re nine years old and oh, how you see Wisdom beyond your years And you cast this light On your mother and me Love born again Things just keep changing But a constant through the years Is how you’ve made me And I wanted you to hear it straight from me I love you You’re six years old In the blink of an eye You taste life so wonderfully And you share this feast With your mother and I Love born again Things just keep changing But a constant through the years Is how you’ve made me And I wanted you to hear it straight from me I love you
5.
Sometimes it’s just so hard to feel the touch of life In this desert of the real Sometimes it’s just so hard to see the vision that should lead me Sometimes it’s just so hard to hear the word that should be spoke What does it mean to walk by faith and not by sight? There must be more to this riddle How does the planted seed develop in the ground? So much more than eyes can see How am I present with the Lord in this old tent That’s breaking me? I would follow if you please I would follow if you please I would follow if you please I would follow
6.
Caught in a well-laid net Soldier’s boot on my neck Lashes across my back That’s when the ground was shaken I ran to the water’s edge Pressed by a fiery hedge I came through the water’s depths Into this land unending... I’ve passed through the watery grave I’ve passed through the fiery flame I’ve passed through this widening plane Into this very spacious place I’ve been drowned and burned Lately I’ve tossed and turned Should there be lessons learned? Should this be all forgotten? Come see what God has done Come see what God has done Come see what God has done Come see what God has done Come see what God has done...
7.
Drifter 04:11
Don’t ask me Don’t ask me to do anything at all Don’t ask me to be Don’t ask me to be anything for you Anything Anything I’m just a drifter in the wind I’m just a driven thing And I don’t know how I came to be here I’m just a drifter in the wind I’m just a driven piece of shit I’m just a drifter And I don’t know how I came to be here I’m just a drifter in the wind I’m just a driven man And I don’t know how I came to be here Don’t ask me Don’t ask me to do anything at all You know I’d only fall Don’t ask me to be Don’t ask me to be anything for you ‘Cause I’d do anything Anything ‘Cause I’m just a drifter in the wind I’m just a driven thing And I don’t know how I came to be here I’m just a drifter in the wind I’m just a driven piece of shit I’m just a drifter and I don’t know how I came to be here I’m just a drifter in the wind I’m just a driven man And I don’t know how I came to be here And I don’t know just how long I’ll be clear And I wonder could your Spirit heal me And I wonder could your Spirit use me And I wonder could your Spirit move me
8.
I run to keep just ahead of the voices I run to keep just ahead of the mob I run to shake off my collectors B-but I know that the hammer must fall M-must fall B-but I know that the hammer must fall M-must fall I run so hard that my bones are breaking I run so hard that I’m bound to fall I run to shake off my collectors B-but I know that the hammer must fall M-must fall B-but I know that the hammer must fall M-must fall I run to you when I’ve lost my senses I run to you when the devil come’s call’n I run to you ‘cause you’re my religion B-but I know that the hammer must fall M-must fall B-but I know that the hammer must fall M-must fall I’m gonna lay me down to die now I’m gonna lay my burden down I’m gonna face all my collectors Because I know that the hammer must fall M-must fall Because I know that the hammer must fall M-must fall M-must fall M-must fall M-must fall M-must fall
9.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Who fills the earth; Who fills the earth. Holy, holy holy is the Lord, Who fills the earth; Who fills the earth! Flamed beings surrounding Offering their praise; Glory and smoke confound me, It’s such a sweet embrace; Such a sweet embrace of me. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Who fills the earth; Who fills the earth. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Who fills the earth; Who fills the earth! My eyes have seen such glory, By ears have heard such praise. So kiss these pierced lips of mine and Burn me deeper than the stain; Kiss me ember of that Flame. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Who fills the earth; Who fills the earth.
10.
Weary is the way of sin, It’s the loneliest of journeys when you’re wandering away from where you’ve been. Weary is the way of sin, It’s the loneliest of journeys When you know there’s no returning here again... There is no joy in it; There is no joy in it; There is no joy in it. Heavy are the hands, heavy are the feet, The most unsatisfying slumber Is drifting off from who you should have been. Heavy are the hands, heavy are the feet, The most unsatisfying slumber Is the spell that keeps you underneath the truth... There is no joy in it; There is no joy in it; There is no joy in it. Cool, cool, cool is the light of the moon; And it’s silvery attraction Is but a moment’ry distraction for the fool. Cool, cool, cool is the light of the moon; Although it makes the waters shimmer, I can feel it growing cooler even still... There is no burning in it; There is no burning in it; There is no burning in it. There is no joy in this; There is no joy in this; There is no joy in this.
11.
Who Can Tell 05:42
Who can tell what is to come Who’s to say what may be; Well it ain’t me It ain’t me ‘Cause I looked down your twisted vine And I saw you; that’s right, I saw you; And I looked at your stranger eyes And I whispered, “why”; That’s when you shocked me... And I said, Who can tell what is to come? And I asked, Who’s to say what may be? Well it ain’t me; It ain’t me. Because you looked down my twisted vine, And you saw me--feels like you caught me. And you looked my stranger eyes And you whispered, “why?” That’s when I shocked you... And you said, Who can tell what is to come? And you asked, Who’s to say what may be? Well it ain’t me; It ain’t me.
12.
A dry and thirsty wanderer, In a dry and thirsty land; Another day has gone, and another day began; And this may be the golden sunrise I have sought; But hope fades in the sunlight like the dew; If only dreams could come true. I’ve seen the vine grow heavy, And the branches bow low; But the wine is blood and the soil is war; And this may be the day When bloodshed is no more... But hope has spilt upon that bloodstained soil, If only dreams could come true. I’ve seen the ripe fruit wither In the hand of a child; Their cup and bowl lay broken. I’ve seen the infant feeding On a well gone dry; The hunger pains awoken. And this may be the day When mercy is upheld... But hope has withered like the dying leaves; If only dreams could come true. But this may be the day The golden trumpet sounds-- The skies divide, and all hope shines through; Even so, Lord, come soon.
13.
I never knew that someone could die I never knew that someone would die How can this be true? How can this be wise? Out in the sun, shielding my eyes Under the sun with tears in my eyes How can this be true? How can this be wise?

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Songs from my experiences and friendships in Winnipeg's Exchange District

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released January 10, 2009

Words and Music: Philip Wright
Produced by Brock Tyler and Nathan Carroll
Guitars, Drums, Bass, Keyboards, B/G Vocals: Brock Tyler
Guitars, Steel Guitar, B/G Vocals: Nathan Carroll
B/G Vocals: Carla Worthington, Karmyn Tyler, Heidi Carroll

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