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Nothing More Than This
03:54
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nothing more than this
all the songs I may sing
all the gifts I may bring
all the love I may give
all the life I may live
nothing more than this
nothing more than this
all that may be forgiven
all by grace and mercy given
to cross the line dividing me
to love divine guiding me
nothing more than this
nothing more than this
love that flows from one to one
to heal the harm I may have done
for letting go of all my loads
to walk again on holy roads
nothing more than this
nothing more than this
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Wildflower Fire
04:04
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The Real Me
04:08
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The Real Me
Like a freeze-frame pose in a magazine
Without my masks would you recognize me?
Cos I'm bitter and twisted, angry fisted
Hands wounded, soul blistered
Holding on to things I never possessed
like love and hate I never confessed
I'll be your gift, your Indian giver
Give you my warmth, leave you to shiver
Standing in the broken heart as it bleeds
Searching for love where once were needs
I wanna hold you, hug you, hit you, hurt you
Show you I would never desert you
Peel me, reveal me
Anything to see the real me
Hypnotized by the deadly dance
We're watching our warriors take their stance
Armour clad with swords and shields
Spill our blood on familiar fields
And time becomes a choking vine
I'm needing much more strength than mine
As if some light might part the clouds
Raise the dead and cleanse the ground
And in eternity it's done
The battle without bloodshed won
I wanna hold you...
So little time for uncertain words
These lesser dreams in screams are heard
Plunge from the edge of the enfolding chasm
Touch the wedge that holds the schism
Tryna hold these threads together
Fray the fabric, tear the tether
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Ghost of Myself
04:18
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Ghost of Myself
The kids say, “Dad, can you come out to play?”
I say, “Not just now, maybe another day”
My wife touches me, says let’s go to bed
But I can’t get these voices out of my head
Somethin’ inside’s not really me
Somethin’ inside’s not the way it should be
I’m a slave to the muse of material things
It’s a grave when I lose what my heart sings
I’m just a ghost of myself, I’m not really there
When you look in my eyes for love there’s an empty stare
I’m just a ghost of myself, I’m haunting these halls
When you need my love you’ll find nothing at all
My Mom said, “Son, you know I got to be true,
You used to be happy, what happened to you?”
See Mom I’m holding fears and regrets
It’s not so easy to forgive and forget
My Daddy’s standing strong by my side
It’s hard to see through my pain and my pride
My friend I got to show you I need
To show I’m alive got to show you I bleed
I’m just a ghost of myself, I’m not really there
I died inside long ago, that’s just a story I got to let go
I got friends, family, children, my wife
A calling calling me back to life
Back to life, back to life….
I’ll give the most of myself, I’ll live without fear
When you look in my eyes for love you’ll find it here
I’ll give the most of myself, I’m walking through walls
When you need my love you’ll find I’ll give it all
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Miles Go By
04:18
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Running
04:49
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Blood From My Grail
05:29
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Best That I Can
03:22
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Best That I Can
See that broken crying man?
It’s just me doing the best that I can
I loved her in light, stillness and sound
Drank deep in the fullness I’d found
Touched her, held her, became her breath
Sought the light through the door of death
Needed a reason, a risk to take
A game without rules has got no mistakes
See that broken crying man?
It’s just me doing the best that I can
One more time and then one more
To run and hide and enter her door
The angel falls, the chasm yawns
The rose reveals its grasping thorns
How could I know the voice I heed
Is the song of the siren’s lifeless need?
See that broken crying man?
It’s just me doing the best that I can
Fear the king, lies the pawns
Knights fallen, bloodied and torn
Bishops for power over-reached
Castles of trust, broken and breached
The queen with her comb, poison and lace
To drain the blood from the fairest face
See that broken crying man?
It’s just me doing the best that I can
I’ll stand by you, start again
So much to do, no time to defend
Bear a scar for courage shown
Signs of life more deeply known
See that broken crying man?
It’s just me doing the best that I can
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