Steadfast

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released 03 August 2013

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Gaffer Project Roanoke, Virginia

A lyrically based music project; by Jordan Doyle based out of Roanoke VA.
Gaffer Project got it's start in August of 2011.

A Gaffer is an old English term for a lamp lighter.

Ben R. Williams of Studio Roanoke:
"Gaffer Project is one part musical and lyrical inventiveness, one part deranged street preacher, one part beard, and a sight to behold."
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Track Name: You Must
I am not worthy of the least of all the steadfast love
and all the faithfulness that you have shown to your servant,
for with only my staff I crossed this Jordan;
and now I have become two companies.

Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

I lay buried in this, my un-tanned hide,
clickin’ my heels and hoping for the best.
I could tattoo bones on my outsides,
but there’s still no outrunning my flesh.
You know God walked down in the cool of the day
And called Adam by his name
And he refused to answer
'Cause he was naked and ashamed

Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

I know these words still bleed with truth,
whether I accept them or not –whether you accept them or not.

I’m bound from pieces of my family,
then stitched up like the back of my Bible.
For all my corners bend and crinkle,
my dog-eared pages, torn and brittle.
You know Christ had 12 apostles
And three he laid away
He said, "Watch with me one hour
Till I go yonder and pray"

Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Track Name: Become Greater
I just don't know,
what else to do.

You must become greater
And I must become less.
Track Name: Love Song
What if I couldn’t love?
If I couldn’t love,
I could speak every earthen and heavenly tongue,
but I’m still a noisy cymbal, just a clashing gong.
And if I had the gift of prophetic psalm,
I’d understand where all God’s secrets are coming from.
Knowing how the stars themselves were hung,
I’d have faith to say mountains to the seas be flung,
but if I couldn’t love, I’d rather return to the dirt I was formed from.

Well you may ask, what is love?
Love is patient, kind and easily renewed.
Not known for being boastfully jealous or being proudly rude.
It does not demand its own way.
It is not irritable, or keeping record of my time spent astray.
It does not rejoice about injustice
but rejoices when the truth is seen through righteousness.

Love never gives up, Love never gives up,
never loses it’s faith, hope or it’s trust.
Love has strength and endurance
to bare through stress and circumstance.

Words of knowledge and speaking through our spirits
and the words of prophets will fade if left incoherent.
But this love thing, it’s the greatest, it will last forever!
As a kid, I spoke, thought and reasoned like kids do.
But now I’m an adult, I’ve put away the things I out grew.

Now we see things imperfectly as in a dirty mirror,
but one day we will see everything so much clearer.
I only know now partially and incompletely,
but one day I will know everything concretely,
just as God knows this mind and heart intimately.

But three things will last forever and ever and ever:
Faith, hope, and love. And the greatest of these
the one this song is based off of.
Track Name: Time Capsules
Test the fabrics of time itself,
Bury our stories in albums and records.
We hide them in the attic and on the shelf,
In the cellar and under the floorboards.

Save our stories in time capsules,
We store ourselves in songs
Otherwise we will disappear
When all our loved ones are gone.

Our stories can be lost
if no one chooses to regale
My story is not seen in history,
but I hope it still finds you well.

Save our stories in time capsules,
We store ourselves in songs
Otherwise we will disappear
When all our loved ones are gone.

Who are your characters?
A good story is not always how it ends.
What shapes and molds you?
My story is of Father, family and friends.

Save our stories in time capsules,
We store ourselves in songs
Otherwise we will disappear
When all our loved ones are gone.
Track Name: Do You Part
Love is better
When kept forever
But I’m looking over
my shoulder
The times I’ve squandered
Oh I’ve got enough problems for us both
Sweetheart
Love is a loan, Love is a loan
That we’ve all gotten tryin’ pay back

Till death do us part
Till the stopping of my heart
To the plucking of my strings
To the songs that I sing
Love is a loan, Love is a loan
That we’ve all gotten tryin’ pay back
Love is a loan, Love is a loan

Love is a loan
In one another
We hold on to our equity
Love is a loan
That if paid back
Will out last eternity
Love is a loan
Giving of our hearts
And giving of our time
Love is a loan
That we must find someone
To help us co sign

I default to the tasting of your lips
To the movement of your hips
Perfume at the slightest whiff
Buckling my knees with your kiss

The beautiful of your allure
Only matched by my rate of foreclosure
We are greater then the pieces of our sum
Oh darling look at what we’ve become
Track Name: Dear Brother
If any of you lacks wisdom,
you should simply ask Him,
who gives in kindness and truth,
and it will be given to you.
But when you seek wisdom out,
you must believe without doubt.
He who doubts is a wave of the sea,
blown and tossed by uncertainty.

Believers in humble circumstances
should take pride in their precedence.
As lowly brothers glory in exaltation,
The rich shall writhe in his humiliation,
For the sun rises with scorching heat,
Flowers trample underneath men’s feet.
So the rich man shall one day fade to dust.
I don’t deserve it, but Jesus have mercy on us.

Know that I am with you through these trying times.
Consider it pure joy when faced with trials of many kinds.
Count it all joy when you fall into diverse temptations,
knowing that this trying of faith produces patience.
Truly blessed is the one who perseveres,
having stood to our tests of pain and fear,
that person will receive the crown of life,
promised to those who are in Christ.

That all should be a good listener,
And slow to speak and slow to anger,
anger does not produce righteousness.
But fills the heart and mind with unrest.
Get rid of all things malevolent
and the evil that is so prevalent.
Humbly accept the ghost of truth,
And it will save you.
Track Name: The Garden
I fail to see you pouring your heart out, In light of my ignorant slumber party.
I was anything but comforting in gethsemane, as you showed your humanity.
It is here on this dark hillside, fear and sweat next till it bleeds.
By this sacrifice, no man gets to the father but by me.

I’m the man that visits his own wake, who wakes the dead.
Ear pressed to his chest, go where the father has lead.
It’s taken this terrible fate for me to understand now,
Why it is sons will do anything to make their fathers proud.

Pulling my heart up by the ventricles and the veins
It’s hard to see your face in the blood, but I see where it stained
The curtain cracks with thunder in your resonance
No longer needing a shroud to hide us from your presence
Romance is based on, romance is based of
Water mixed with blood, grace mixed with love

Sense my birth there’s been a plan, no mere happenstance
This dying will be a pain that which spares me no expense
How is this? I’ve gone from a son I’m whom you’re well pleased
To a thief left for dead, asking why you’ve forsaken me?

I have to play this game but first I must anti up
It is the people I’ve loved that will hold me to drink this cup
This is the price of what separates us to be abolished.
And with that last breath will be a grown of “It is finished”

Pulling my heart up by the ventricles and the veins
It’s hard to see your face in the blood, but I see where it stained
The curtain cracks with thunder in your resonance
No longer needing a shroud to hide us from your presence
Romance is based on, romance is based of
Water mixed with blood, grace mixed with love
Track Name: The Blacksmith of Traphill
It was way way back. About five generations ago,
north of the sleepy little town of Wilkesboro.
You can find the old Traphill area,
Lay an hour and ten minutes south of Virginia.

The black smith of Traphill,
So proud of his mighty new anvil.
He stood spindly and lean,
Like a rattlesnake but hear he was twice as mean.
He boasted, who here calls himself a real man?
If you can prove it, I’ve got your cash in hand.
If you can move my mighty hunk of steel,
I’ll gladly give you a crisp new twenty dollar bill.

Along came Major James Spicer,
He was your all American, mountain of muscular.
He was a man of hard work and humble means,
a marble column clothed in tattered blue jeans.
He wore a mustache like Wyatt Earp from Tombstone,
With blue eyes that could chill a man to his very bones.
He was known as a man of action and short temper,
And he wasn’t going to be insulted by a horseshoe bender.

Major said, I’m a man of just such a talent,
So I’ll accept your foolish little challenge.
But as sure as the pride on which you stand,
I’m gonna move this anvil with my bare hands.

So Major with hardly a single sound,
Picked up the anvil right up off the ground.
The blacksmith could barely believe his eyes to be true,
To see his anvil being so carelessly swung round the lean to.

Major stating, I’ve completed the task at your bidding,
Now I believe it’s time I collected my winnings.
The blacksmith screamed I’m not paying you a dime,
You’ve only made me look stupid and waste my time.
Majors face flushed red, he spun and ran out into the street,
Blacksmith close behind screaming, someone stop that thief!

Major had to skip town after the law was called on,
Last anyone saw of the anvil, it was flying into the millpond.
Track Name: Oh, Death
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim

O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year

My mother came to my bed
Placin' a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Oh how death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life clear outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
All my wealth is all at your command
If you'd but move that icy hand
Oh the young, the rich and poor
All hunger like me you know
But no wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

O, death
O, death
Wont you spare me over til another year
Track Name: And I Must
Far smarter men than I have gone on to say:
A distraction is only concentration misplaced.
Oh, but I pray you would distract me all day,
Captivating thoughts of beauty, kindness and grace.

How many times must I test you,
to still only find you out to be true.

Our lives, not so marry, but still go around.
Repeating our problems to the point it’s insane.
Us liars have only one truth we’ve found,
It’s everyone else thats so good at passing the blame.

We can never loose sight of who we are
But I think from time to time we all cross our eye a bit.
Track Name: Become Less
Which would you rather be,
The branches or the roots of the tree?
Are you selfish or selfless with your love?
Are you being held or holding others up?

Mine is a generation of cowboys and adventurers.
My friends and I, build rafts to float down the Mississippi.
We dive 20000 leagues holding on to stones in our hands.
I’ve hunted the great white whale all my life,
But I’m not yet sure of what it looks like yet.
Which would you rather be,
The branches or the roots of the tree?
Are you selfish or selfless with your love?
Are you being held or holding others up?

Every generation has had a great struggle,
Be it war, famine or plague. But not us.
Our only struggle is the fact we have no struggle.
Oh it’s been longer than I can remember sense
I got home and felt truly satisfied with my day’s work.
Which would you rather be,
The branches or the roots of the tree?
Are you selfish or selfless with your love?
Are you being held or holding others up?

I am not worthy in the least of all the steadfast love
And all the faithfulness that you have shown to your servant,
For with only my staff I crossed this Jordan;
and now I have become two companies.