Jackie Carlyle - Poetry In Song Form

HE WAS A CARPENTER

V1

HE WAS A CARPENTER
THE HAMMER AND THE NAIL TOOLS OF HIS TRADE
I LOVE WHAT HE MADE

HE WORKED THE WOOD
EVERY SPLINTER THAT HE TOOK WAS A LESSON IN A BOOK
ON THE MANY GRAINS OF WOOD

A REVERENT EXCHANGE
A PIECE OF FLESH, A NICK OF THE BLADE

CHORUS

HE WAS AN HONEST MAN, WITH STRONG AND CALLOUSED HANDS
HE BUILT A HOUSE OF FAITH, WITH GENTLE WORDS OF GRACE
THE SWEAT UPON HIS FACE,WAS WATER FOR THE CLAY
AND HIS BLOOD BECAME THE MORTAR, THAT SEALED EACH STONE IN PLACE

V2

HE WAS A CARPENTER
HE PATCHED THE FRACTURED HEART OF LONG ABANDONED SOULS
WHERE SICKNESS MADE A HOME

THE MIGHTY TORCH OF TRUTH
WHO SEARCHED WITHIN THE CAVES, THAT HOUSED THE ILL AT EASE
THE RAGGED MEN AND THIEVES

THE CUP OF GOD DIVINE
HE'D TAKE YOUR TEARS AND TURN THEN INTO WINE

CHORUS

HE WAS AN HONEST MAN, WITH STRONG AND CALLOUSED HANDS
HE BUILT A HOUSE OF FAITH, WITH GENTLE WORDS OF GRACE
THE SWEAT UPON HIS FACE,WAS WATER FOR THE CLAY
AND HIS BLOOD BECAME THE MORTAR, THAT SEALED EACH STONE IN PLACE

BRIDGE

HE WENT OUT LIKE HE CAME IN, BY THE THE TOOLS OF HIS TRADE
THE HAMMER AND THE NAIL, AND WOOD PREORDAINED
EVERY SPLINTER THAT HE TOOK IS A WORD IN OUR BOOK
EVERY CHURCH THAT WE BUILD HAS A CROSS MADE OF WOOD

CHORUS

HE WAS AN HONEST MAN, WITH STRONG AND CALLOUSED HANDS
HE BUILT A HOUSE OF FAITH, WITH GENTLE WORDS OF GRACE
THE SWEAT UPON HIS FACE,WAS WATER FOR THE CLAY
AND HIS BLOOD BECAME THE MORTAR, THAT SEALED EACH STONE IN PLACE

SCULPTURES MADE OF AIR

IN BETWEEN MY FINGERS SHAPES GO SWIRLING BY
LIKE BUTTERFLIES THEY CRAWL UNTIL THEY BREAK THEIR FORMS AND FLY
SOUNDS CURL AROUND SILVER STRINGS LIKE GOLDEN STRANDS OF HAIR
I SIT INSIDE MY ROOM AND MAKE SCULPTURES OUT OF AIR

A THOUGHT IS JUST A THOUGHT, NOTHING BUT A VAPOR
UNTIL YOU GIVE IT SHAPE OR PUT IT DOWN ON PAPER
YOU MUST MOLD ALL YOU'RE REVEALING IF YOU WANT TO HOLD THAT FEELING
FOR YOU ARE ITS CREATOR, YOU ARE ITS CREATOR

ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS IS HOW WE LIVE OUR LIVES
SOME MEN CREATE SUCH MISERY AND SOME WILL SACRIFICE
THERE’S THE HOLY MAN WHO CHANTS THE THIEF AND MILLIONAIRE
THEY ALL MAKE THEIR SPECIAL SCULPTURES OUT OF AIR

I WATCH A CANDLE GLOW TILL THE WICK HAS DIED
STILL I SEE IT BURNING WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
NOBODY CAN TELL ME THAT THERE'S NOTHING THERE
I CAN TURN THAT FLAME INTO A SCULPTURE MADE OF AIR

A THOUGHT IS JUST A THOUGHT, NOTHING BUT A VAPOR
UNTIL YOU GIVE IT SHAPE OR PUT IT DOWN ON PAPER
YOU MUST MOLD ALL YOU'RE REVEALING IF YOU WANT TO HOLD THAT FEELING
FOR YOU ARE ITS CREATOR, YOU ARE ITS CREATOR

ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS IS HOW WE LIVE OUR LIVES
SOME MEN CREATE SUCH MISERY AND SOME WILL SACRIFICE
THERE’S THE HOLY MAN WHO CHANTS THE THIEF AND MILLIONAIRE
THEY ALL MAKE THEIR SPECIAL SCULPTURES OUT OF AIR

ASHES AND URNS

V1

I’VE BEEN A COLLECTOR ALL MY LIFE
STRANGE THINGS CATCH MY EYE
COBALT BLUE BOTTLES ONCE LINED MY SINK
THEY BECAME GOOD FRIENDS OF MINE

THE FLEA MARKET HOLDS THE SAME KIND OF PLEASURE
AS TOYS IN A FIVE AND TEN
ONE MAN'S JUNK IS ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE
TO LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN

CHORUS

THE SUN RISES THE SUN SETS, THE WORLD STILL TURNS
BETWEEN THE ROSES AND THE REGRETS
WHAT WE FORGIVE AND WHAT WE FORGET
LIFE HAS A POLICY OF NO RETURNS,

SO NOW I COLLECT -- ASHES AND URNS

V2

I HATE TO HAGGLE FOR SOMETHING I WANT
IT TAKES THE JOY OUT OF ME
LIKE MEN WHO COME WITH WAY TOO MUCH BAGGAGE
YET NOTHING INSIDE TO SEE

THE LAST GUY WAS CHEAP WITH ALL OF HIS FEELINGS
HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A CLUE
GUESS HE COULDN'T GIVE WHAT HE DIDN'T HAVE
SO I GOT ME A BOTTLE OF BLUE

CHORUS

THE SUN RISES THE SUN SETS, THE WORLD STILL TURNS
BETWEEN THE ROSES AND THE REGRETS
WHAT WE FORGIVE AND WHAT WE FORGET
LIFE HAS A POLICY OF NO RETURNS,

NOW I COLLECT -- ASHES AND URNS

BRIDGE

AND, LOVE, LOVE'S, NOT A - TRANSIENT HIGH
IT'S NOT JUST A SHORT LIVED MIRAGE
AND TOYS DON'T REPLACE FEELINGS UN-FACED
THEY JUST MAKE A CLUTTERED GARAGE

CHORUS

THE SUN RISES THE SUN SETS, THE WORLD STILL TURNS
BETWEEN THE ROSES AND THE REGRETS
WHAT WE FORGIVE AND WHAT WE FORGET
LIFE HAS A POLICY OF NO RETURNS,

SO I SET FREE -- ASHES AND URNS

IN THE SOFTEST LIGHT

WORDS & MUSIC; JACKIE CARLYLE

V1

GUIDE ME ON A GENTLE PATH IF THE ROAD SHOULD BEND

HELP ME TO FIND PEACE OF MIND AND STRENGTH TO RISE AGAIN

MAY THE ANGELS KEEP ME SAFE THROUGH THE DARKEST NIGHT

SO I MAY WAKE TO SEE YOUR FACE, IN THE SOFTEST LIGHT

V2

WHEN SHADOWS COME AND RAINDROPS FALL PLEASE OPEN UP MY CLOUDS

I AM HUMBLE I AM SMALL WASH AWAY MY DOUBTS

MAY YOU TOUCH ME WITH YOUR GRACE AND HOLD ME BY YOUR SIDE

SO I MAY WAKE TO SEE YOUR FACE, IN THE SOFTEST LIGHT

BRIDGE

MAY I LIVE A RIGHTEOUS LIFE AND NOT CLING TO FALSE PRIDE

YET HONOR WHAT I FEEL IS RIGHT SO I CAN SLEEP AT NIGHT

V3

OPEN UP THIS WEARY SOUL AND HOPEFULLY IN TIME

I CAN LEND A TENDER TOUCH TO JUST ONE TROUBLED MIND

NEVER WAIVER IN MY FAITH SO ON THE OTHER SIDE

I CAN WAKE TO SEE YOUR FACE, IN THE SOFTEST LIGHT

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"I'M A DEEP FEELING SOUL"

I'M A DEEP FEELING SOUL I ROLL WITH A PUNCH

WHEN I FALL FROM THE VINE I MAKE WINE WHEN I'M CRUSHED

AND I'M TOUCHED BY THE LORD WHEN MY DAY MEETS THE DUSK

WHEN I FALL FROM THE VINE I MAKE WINE WHEN I'M CRUSHED

IN DEAFENING CHATTER AND SWEET SOLITUDE

I'VE LEARNED MANY TIMES THAT I'M NOT SHATTERPROOF

AND I KNOW I'LL HIT DIRT TILL THE DAY I AM DUST

WHEN I FALL FROM THE VINE I MAKE WINE WHEN I'M CRUSHED