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Caedmon's Call
Caedmon's Call


Background information
Origin Houston, Texas, United States
Genre(s) Christian Rock
Contemporary Christian music
Folk
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Essential Records
INO Records
Associated acts Derek Webb
Website Website
Members
Cliff Young
Danielle Young
Derek Webb
Todd Bragg
Garrett Buell
Jeff Miller
Joshua Moore
Former members
Andrew Osenga
Aaron Tate
Aric Nitzberg
Randy Holsapple
Cari Harris Moore



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Caedmon's Call Album


Just Don't Want Coffee (1995)
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When I'm cold and alone all I want is my freedom
And a sudden gust of gravity
I stop wailing and kicking
Just to let this water cover me, cover me
Only if I rest my arms, rest my mind
You'll overcome me and swell up around me
With my fighting so vain, with my vanity so fought
I'm rolling over

Chorus:

'Cause in just the same way
That the stream becomes swollen
Swollen with cold up over the ground
When my heart draws close to the close of autumn
Your love, your love abounds

All the time I'm thinking
Wondering how would it be
To breathe in deep
I guess I need to be careful when I ask for a drink
(Just might get what I ask for)
And I know just what You'd say to me
That's why I don't ask You
What would I ask You?
I'm like a bullheaded boy these days
Crying my toy's gone. . .
You're shiny and new

Repeat Chorus

Guess I'll drop my anger here
Before I float away
And the chains around me
An awful lot of talking
I don't leave You much to say
You didn't ever leave me

And my greatest fear
Was You'd leave me here
A long time back my feet
Could touch the bottom


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So many miles behind
Still I drive with the pedal down
I was off the map hours back
It's beneath the seat, I think
It's with two pennies and a match
And something else, I can't remember
But in the time that it would take to fish it out
I'll be another mile gone

And I feel so wrong
Trying to feel right
In light of all the things I've passed
You'd think that I'd have learned

Chorus:

This is not the land was promised me
Even as far as my eyes can see
I'm so wound up, Lord, I can't even breathe
And I don't want words
I just want some peace
Some peace, some peace

It seems I've misplaced my faith
'Cause it's 11:12, nothing's changed
Well, nothing except the channel I'm afraid
And the number there
No, it's the same
Oh, this must be the savior of the month
And what I must have
Where's the night gone?
'Cause I'm so tired and out of shape
You've gotta get me up
But I can't get up today

'Cause it's been so long
Since I've felt right
All the rote, rehearsal, proof
You'd think that I'd have learned

Repeat Chorus

Break me, break me, break me

This is not the land was promised me
Gotta get out of bed, get something to read
And I gotta feed my brother, not my eyes
If not, then I'll be all I despise


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.:: April Showers ::.

Like April Showers on the slick cement
When I consider how our light is spent
Keeping the candles inside the cathedral
Hold on tight, Don't go into the night
So full of evil

Rain rain don't go away
We need you this dry and dusty day
Rain rain don't go away
Though some may say please go away

Like the April Showers on the slick cement
And the roads once straight have now become so bent
Weaving through the trees of vain security
Rounding round the hardest rocks of hard morality

And the sacred cows
Feed on the green
While the least of these
Are dying on the streets
And they're crying...


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Though I am small I've seen things far beyond these city walls
The land is flat and it rolls for miles
I don't know much I know I've many places yet to see
I know I've been here for a while

Wouldn't you know just when I thought I had this figured out
I'm back at my first day at school
Trying not to think too loud I raise my hand to scratch my head
I've no ideas of what to do

'Cause something's changed today
And what it is I just can't say
And if I don't seem okay, well I'm okay

Chorus:

So sue me, sue me, if I just don't want coffee tonight

Back in this coffee house where we just met a week ago
Now we've been friends since we were young
But all our conversations are hitting walls we can't ignore
We can hide but we can't run

And I can't run from you
Or what we've run into
Now regardless what I choose, we both lose

Repeat Chorus

It must be getting late
Where's my head
Where is my head
Where is my head

I still hear you telling me what a big mistake I've made
funny that's what I've been telling you
I can lead a horse to water
You can even make him drink
But you can't change his point of view

Tonight as I was driving home I passed a coffee shop
You know I wrestled with the truth
And how I'd explain to you what you could never understand
And how I'd keep my mind from you

But that's the price I pay
Your way is not my way
Today's another day and it's okay

Repeat Chorus

I think I need some rest
Rest my head, arrest my head
Rest my head, arrest my head
Rest my head, arrest my head


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.:: Forget What You Know ::.

My friend why do you whip yourself
With the leather of your life
Why do your memories build like
Poison in your mind

You're re-running the mistakes (of your mind)
In the theater of your mind
Hoping that there'll be
A happily ever after this time

Let go
Let go
Let go
And forget what you know

You fear you've walked too far
In the hemlock forest and you are lost
But what error could you invent
With more power than the cross

Let go
Your sin is not an axe
Let go
That can fell the sacred tree
Let go
Your regret is not a net
Let go
That can dredge the forgetting sea

A wise man once told me
When I was dying just the same
The past can be like sidewalk chalk
If you will dance and pray for rain


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.:: Another 10 Miles ::.

I don't see what you see in me
I'm just flesh and bone
Many hours at the carousel,
Postcards from far from home
Sometimes I feel as useless as my empty words, old
president's dogs, clean paws, no dirt

What do these words mean?
Sometimes I just don't know.
Sometimes I just can't see
where it is I go- I waste
my whole day thinking over
things I've said and avoiding myself
like the plague in my head

I know that you see me and I know
You're about me, that's why You
let me roam
Another 10 miles, another 10 miles, another 10 miles

Where does this all lead, and
why must I follow it?
Nothing is black and white,
(even me, I must admit).
I jot down the facts and work
on consistency, but open up the
closet door; it's George, and
the cat, and me.

My shifting eyes like sands
cannot focus on the void,
concentration still,
"Get thee behind me, Freud."
I'm grasping at straws and
the bale is almost gone;
the fire's grown much too dim,
nights grow much too long-

I am holding things Yours, not mine
while I should cling to You like a
cow beneath the light of a highway sign.


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