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Begin With
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29s Begin with truth held self evident,
34s until revelations sustain.
37s Until status quo irrelevant,
40s by learning to grow or just remain.
44s Begin with truth held self evident,
49s until revelations sustain.
52s Until status quo irrelevant,
55s by learning to grow or just remain.
59s by learning to grow or just remain.
1:19
In self righteousness lazily garbed
Justified by privileges I’ve reaped
As judge and jury draw conclusions
thus dealing in hang man’s compassion
1:45
God is good, though I’ve much to learn of the clairvoyant.
God is giving, though what I need is usually not what I want.
2:17
Is there no common ground here?
Do we instead carve it from Virginia clay?
Am I the tree eating its own fruit?
Unable to share and unable to plant more?
Manipulate those around me?
Seek only those that I can get something from?
2:50
There is joy in the music, community and travel.
There is life in the savior, that stayed the hand suicidal.
Circle the garden again, chipped plow and broken spade.
Circle the sun once again, wasting years, nothing made.
So it goes… So it goes…
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Breath
03:39
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With both hands I move to hold my tongue
Standing in silence, too quiet to speak
of good things but the turmoil
it grows worse inside of me.
I sit and wait for the day break
And wonder if I’m just wasting my time.
My even flow, my thoughts, provoking though,
The angst inside of my mind.
I swear there’s comfort there,
Though I chase them away again.
Oh yee of little faith.
When the flowers decide not to grow.
Remind me how brief life will be
That my days are fleeting
My entire life is but a moment;
at best, we are but a breath
The more I thought about it,
the hotter, the kettle got,
igniting a fire of words:
Reminding me, all that I’m not.
We are but moving shadows,
in our busy rushing to nothing.
Killing ourselves, but for money,
Not knowing to who it's going.
I swear there’s comfort there,
In the one who holds the sparrow.
Oh yee of little faith.
When the flowers decide not to grow.
Remind me how brief life will be
That my days are fleeting
My entire life is but a moment;
at best, we are but a breath
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To Refuse
01:38
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It doesn’t make sense to go. No, you probably shouldn’t go.
What if they’re right? What if I fail?
What if I lose sight? What if it’s not real?
In a life lived between new lows, why even bother?
Why try to change? Oh God, I believe, help me in my unbelief.
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A Chance Meeting
02:22
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We would greet each other as Ragamuffin.
Sitting in a lonely Kansas diner
enjoying his favorite sundae,
I would endure every stomach pain.
I would listen and hang on to every word
spoken and unspoken.
Watching the movies in his eyes
just sitting here hoping
to pray together
and if so lucky,
cry together.
The tears shed would belong to others.
The broken, wobbly kneed
Those just barely hanging on.
Who are Ragamuffins
that know they are just a beggar
at the door of God's mercy.
We beat to the same out of tune drum
we walk the same crooked steps.
God loves you as you are and not as you should be
for no-one is as they should be
One time through no words
I would bring my heart
so transparently it bleeds
on the table of our booth.
A beating heart
broken and beat up like his.
It would look desperate and wounded.
I would embrace him in my arms and whisper,
"well done, good and faithful servant".
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Through
01:33
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Hell in front and hell behind
Leave behind my comfort and my home,
this forest is all that I have ever known
And though it’s likely we go unto our doom,
we must march on.
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Trails
03:31
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With tonight’s event closure
and our ice-cream consult
When faced with failure,
to its face we revolt.
Get sick in Arkansas
and throw up in Tennessee
It’s just food for thought
as we go to bed hungry.
A life in a backpack
and our loans subprime
Circularly we backtrack
in just six months time
My hopes in their hands
as my hands pay the bills
uncertain five year plans
transmission be thy will
Try to write new records
but content to play favorites
Igniting into rose colors
as fears fuel future failure
It was there that I met you
in the eye of the storm
You gave me a refuge
you gave me a home
No Damascus roadside
but the father I needed
A place I could hide
where I am superseded
My heart, my love, my day,
with eyes of eternity
With brother Holliday
we shoulder the journey
The comrades that grew
communities stronger
Friends believe in you
even if you no longer.
Out there on the road
two thousand miles from home
your body’s getting old
feeling tired and alone
Not really a silhouette
but not exactly healthy
Not buried in debt
nor monetarily wealthy.
Is this what we’re to be
is this truly our fate
Controlled by conspiracy
fueled by anger and hate.
Trying to be brave
is made painfully clear
We approach the cave
my heart is made of fear.
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The Innermost Cave
01:49
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Remind me how brief life will be
That my days are fleeting
All we know
left behind
for the truth
found inside
My entire life is but a moment;
at best, we are but a breath
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The Within Death
02:31
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Now their harvest gone, the husks of yesteryear stand in the way
What can’t be overwintered, the plow can’t allow to stay.
With nitrogen and carbon, with potassium and calcium.
Work to enrich soil, with the love of mycelium.
Rooted in foundation, their countenance bathed in light
Trust and understanding, may we see beyond sight.
All I’ve loved left behind, in search of something more.
As a lover in the night, you knock upon my door.
That we would welcome that daily dying.
Only the dead survive!
Rise in the morn, and set with the moon.
Life is the gallows, love is a noose.
Fear not created, only creator.
That unmade hands, would unmake us.
Tread not in falsehood, walk in the truth.
All must be broken, to birth a-new.
When all else dies, hope survives.
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Hope Survives
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Seize The Sword
02:19
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Embrace friends made out there
through miles of road and strife
though I thought I’d never see
this in my life
No mansion but a place
to abide
though I thought I’d never see
this in my life
Behold we seized a piece of the truth
Revelation in knowledge of You
Loneliness be-fore I met
My beau-ti-ful wife
though I thought I’d never meet
her in my life
Always dancing in my brain
always questioning why
though I thought I’d never see
peace in my life
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Become Even Less
01:47
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Once upon a time, in a land that time forgot
I danced on white slabs with marble toes
parental reprimand states those as grave plots
outside the methods pleasant grove
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Now a days I wonder who will dance over me
,
all dressed in their Sunday best
?
A bit on the nose, but so it goes with allegory
of the innocents we’ve all since laid to rest.
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?
When you’ve lost your way in the pines
planted by prisoners of war,
wait for the the rows to align
to find the way back to Carvin’s shore.
What is that feeling when you drive away
as a loved one speck disintegrates?
Hands in rearview sway good-bye.
Forward, we venture neath the breathless sky.
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Return With
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All my life I’ve been building this old tombstone on my own
Back and forth I pile on a little more, a little more, of regret.
Digging through the hell fire I’ve been born again but not yet released
Been set free, but still I hold dearly to my old chains, of regret.
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The Elixir
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Those we laid to rest, are still with us.
I’ve buried too many loved ones before their time.
So believe me when I say that “I love you”.
All regretting what more that I could have said.
Please believe me when I say that “I love you”.
Looks at all you’ve done
Look at what you’ve become
Look at all you’ve done
Look at all you’ve become
Look at what you have done
Look at what you’ve done
End with truth held self evident,
in hope revelations sustain.
Now status quo irrelevant,
Learn love and not just remain
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Gaffer Project Roanoke, Virginia
Jordan Doyle - Bass/Vocals,
Kyle Saunders - Drums.
Appalachian Doom Hyper Duo.
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