LARGE STARTLING LYRICS

FLANNELGRAPH

 

Cross-references to defend

Reverend's answers in genesis

First you read Velvet Elvis, then some Bart Ehrman

No one ever sounded so intelligent

Now dress him up in flannelgraph to model metaphysics

Roasted at the table of sophisticates

He's the dead tongue Latin mass, the church plant that doesn't last

He's whatever you want to dismiss

I want to get angry, but I cannot

We were all true believers

All my friends, we used to skate

Little WWJDers

All our bands broke up and so did childlike faith

Shelter in the branches of

That Bazan album you love

You said it dealt with doubt so honestly

Babe, I didn't doubt your sincerity

But it planted an image in your brain

With just a little poetic turn of phrase

About misbehaving and magic trees

At seventeen you're deconstructing

We were all true believers

All my friends, we used to skate

Little WWJDers

All our bands broke up and so did childlike faith

But something said in Gethsemane

It's never left me

It's something I haven't found easy to shake

When I was caught in adultery

I saw him drawing me into

A large startling figure 8

But from a far-off distance, they can size up

And crush us between two fingers

That's just how it feels

But you're flashing like fire

For the half-blind and beleaguered

You're a large startling figure
 

 

CHAPLAIN

 

I'm not gonna be your chaplain any longer

To whatever it is you think I think

About God or whatever

But I am a small fish in great big water

How can I exist outside my relativistic culture

When it's within me, it's without me

without you and all those bands we listened to

Who fought tooth and nail to suspend our disbelief

So where are you gonna go with those big questions on your brain

Where are you gonna go when the wanderlust runs the length of your vein

You may think you're leaving nothing but your thin belief behind

But there's more than one way to hang a narrow frame, babe

And there's more than one way to take the name in vain, this is know

There's more than one way to hang a narrow frame

Around, around the mind

I'm not gonna be your little precious moment lamb

Your hashtag blessed, yellow-pressed, gaslit yes man

I wanna be the stigmata marks for you to touch with sticky fingers, son

I'll be waiting for your call, we can talk all about old Sufjan Stevens songs

And what we all had right and wrong back then,

at prayer meetings in our parents' basements, when

We were naive, when we were sincere,

It's so easy to believe that we were just faking it

But there's more than one way to hang a narrow frame, babe

And there's more than one way to take the name in vain, this I know

There's more than one way to throw your body at the flames

Toward Gehenna or streets of gold

There's more than one to way to invite a life of pain

Spit out or eat the bitter scroll

There's more than one way to hang a narrow frame

Around, around the mind

The strife of tongues

And strutting thighs

Clickbait bitrate

Catechize

The minds of old and young

Flee from the wrath to come

Kyrie eleison

Invisible chatroom and the DRC

Dot-com boom of human trafficking

With bodies on the web

Our hidden sins entangle àeveryone

Kyrie eleison

Red letter left

leaning type or

Red heifers for

End times sacrifice

The plain reading of the text

We cannot agree upon

Kyrie eleison

I'm not gonna be your chaplain any longer

I have skin in the game

And blood on the altar
 

 

CARS OF OUR YOUTH

 

Sunlight spread out on the glass

I push this pedal down to get the feeling back

I knew these routes without any maps

I didn't think I'd get lost

But I have

Rent a dream with me, I've already priced it

I've signed my name, put yours beside it

Paradise is a feeling, I saw that on an advertisement

But it didn't feel as false as it does at this moment

When we're closer to the edge of our discontent

Feeling further from the truth cause I've been trying hard to forget that

Nothing satisfies us like it used to

(Not like I thought it'd be)

Nothing reminds us our desires rust like cars of our youth

Nothing satisfies us like it promises to do

(Not like it used to be)

Nothing will drive us down to dust like cars of our youth

I remember the feeling when we were shown it

Have I missed my renewal notice?

We were promised happiness would be us in motion

But I'm still at this wheel

And I don't feel closer to it

I just feel closer to the edge

How did we get here,

Trying so hard to get the feeling back?

Cause nothing satisfies us like it used to

(Not like I thought it'd be)

Nothing reminds us our desires rust like cars of our youth

(Not like it used to be)

Nothing satisfies us like it promises to do

(Not like I thought it'd be)

Nothing will drive us down to dust like cars...

(Not like it used to be)

 

 

MISSHAPEN

 

Late have I loved you, Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved you!

Lo, you were within,

but I outside, seeking there for you,

and upon the shapely things you have made

I rushed headlong – I, misshapen.

You were with me, but I was not with you.

They held me back far from you,

those things which would have no being,

were they not in you.

You called, shouted, broke through my deafness;

you flared, blazed, banished my blindness;

you lavished your fragrance, I gasped; and now I pant for you;

I tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst;

you touched me, and I burned for your peace.

(A reading from Augustine’s Confessions, translated by Maria Boulding. Used by permission from New City Press, Hyde Park, NY)

 

 

SLOW EMBRACE (WHEN DYLAN DIES)

 

Can we step outside, this party's stifling

It's all gold dust and feathers

When all I want is a table with you,

Unhurried and together

That's what I said then, and little's changed

I don't despise the life we know

These are the days of little things

In hiddenness, cedars grow

Because only low places

Fill with water when it rains and

I've never seen the lowlight lie unlovely on the plains

But we miss it when we move at such a brutal pace

I can burn down a thousand miles everyday in my brain

It's a slow embrace

That gets it all anyway

But I'm just trying to reach what my babies need

I'm not getting any taller

I know that every hair is numbered

Mine's been thinning and my days aren't getting longer

But only low places

Fill with water when it rains

And leaning on these promises

Feels like learning to wait

But we miss it when we move at such a brutal pace

I can burn down a thousand miles everyday in my brain

It's a slow embrace

That gets it all anyway

If we ever move back East again

We might be stuck on 95

Half-listening to XPN's pledge campaign

When Dylan dies

And as it gets dark outside, they'll play the back catalog

And make their remarks on his 'born-again phase'

We'll do our best Dylanesque impressions just for the laugh

But if they play 'Pressing On'

I'll get quiet and pray

Because somewhere by the Susquehanna

I won't wanna stomach more delays

I'll be looking out for the next exit

Now we're down to a single lane

Do you ever feel it too?

That everyone we knew in

college got accomplished but I only wanted you,

we only wanted kids, now all we got is

In a slow embrace

That gets it all anyway

Can we step outside

This car is stifling

Besides, we gotta feed our daughters

We'll climb back in when things start to move

Unhurried and together

 

 

WAY OUT

for Jennifer

 

All these ways I've loved you

Too many to count

Seen or hidden, willed or unbidden

They will find their way out

All these ways I've known you

I want to know them now

Your beauty revealed, your wounds unconcealed

I'm a scroll come-unsealed

I'm crying out

To find a way out

I'll find a way out

I'll find my way out to you, babe

All these ways I've wronged you

You do not keep count

As harsh as lightning or hardly surprising,

They're gonna find their way out

Their way out to you

All these ways I long for you,

You unearth those founts

Only you know how deep you gotta go,

'Til they find their way out

Find their way out to you

I'll find a way out

I'll find my way out to you

I'll find a way out

I'll find my way out to you, babe

When I found you

Time split in two

Like the opening of an age

I don't know what waits past this threshold

But when I find out

I will stay

All these ways I've loved you girl

Too many to count right now

All these ways I choose you

Keep us safe within this house

It is single floor, no backdoor

Well I see no way out

I seek no way out

No, I'll find no way out

No way out of this love

No way out of this love

 

 

WORLD

Verses 1, 3, 5 arrangements of public domain, “This Is My Father’s World,” written by Maltbie D. Babcock (d. 1901)

 

This is my Father's world

I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees

Of skies and seas

His hand the wonders wrought

This is a farmer's world

Pressed under iron stairs

Of quotas met and what the market gets

We'll climb til there's nothing there

This is my Father's world

O let me not forget

That though the wrong

Seems oft so strong

God is the ruler yet

This is our fallen world

No golden age can last

But there persists a radiance

Behind each shadow cast

This is my Father's world

The battle is not done

Jesus who died will be satisfied

When earth and heaven be one

Jesus who died will be satisfied

When earth and heaven be one

 

 

HOW

 

How did the pine in the front yard fall?

I heard it crushed the car, right down the middle of it

We could ask why it happened at all

Or wonder why it didn't when we were in it

All by small degrees, we see

Light through the trees

All by small degrees

How am I gonna reach you from behind this wall?

I know you're there because my hearing doesn't deceive

I have your mind and spirit, but I'm a body after all

So can you find a way to get yourself to me?

All by small degrees, we find

Some windows of time

All by small degrees

By all appearances, bread and wine

What's yours becomes mine

All by small degrees

How did this place get blood on the boards?

Every kind of creature's here, each one of us with teeth

So who among us can stop this parade of war

But the Lamb still standing with a steady bleed?

All by small degrees, we bow

We're learning how

All by small degrees

All by small degrees, all tongues

Will tune their lungs to the song that the angels sing

And we all as a bride will wear one wedding ring

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