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Homeless

by Pete Brazier

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Measuring the distance There’s a rabbit in a field, and he’s measuring the distance Between the reality and the perception of his life He says, “I’m not cute I sleep around; I lie in holes beneath the ground But at least I don’t shoot people with my gun At least I won’t be shooting at anyone” There’s a monk in his cell, and he’s measuring the distance Between the Bible and the Koran in theological miles He says, “If I don’t have a ruler, then my measurements will be peculiar So I wonder who can help me out with that Who is going to wear that kind of hat?” Chorus Things are not always quite what they seem There’s a distance between the daylight and the dream Days are not always quite what we intend But I hope we’ll get it right in the end There’s a fool on the hill and he’s measuring the distance Between where he is and where he ought to be He says, “every time I move my calculations are disproved And I have to start the process over again I’m beginning the think this problem will never end Lucie Brown was on a stool in the corner of the room And she was measuring the distance between her ears She says, “I don’t understand the question, but I’m following the suggestion” And you know we haven’t laughed so much in years Cos she was measuring the space between her ears. Chorus There’s a man on a hill and he’s measuring the distance between heaven and earth by stretching out his arms between heaven and earth by stretching out his arms Chorus
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Candida Casa 03:50
Candida Casa I walked these deserts, long before I knew you; Oh sweet Desert Fathers, teach us how to pray. I searched for secrets, deep within this land; The spirits of our saints were there, guiding us, reminding us. I sang in liturgies, freer than the wind; Teach us how to lose ourselves, you bards of yesterday. Dazzled by the woven chord, tradition not the past; The spirits of our prophets sang, guiding us, reminding us. I see the broken strands, the culture of divide; Oh sweet Celtic Christians, teach us what we lost. Your wider family, your hospitality; The fire of your community, rebuilding us, redeeming us. Candida Casa, this shining house, Heavenly father, is built by you, And by your son, it is restored, And in your Spirit, like sunlight is bathed.
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Orange and blue You can’t see the world from the outside And that’s what you’re doing here Taking a look around You can’t hear the sounds unless you’re around And that’s why you’re listening And not just drowning out I swore I would sit here and write this song And these words come forth like a kiss From a girl that I surely miss I put pen to paper but it’s too hard to see I know that I’m writing But I don’t think the words are from me Between the night sky and the sea The lights of a sleeping town Shadows cast softly on the waves Hiding the strength below Under the surface lies Under the tears you cry Under the asking why And there will be worlds above this and beyond A place where my heart can rest A place where my spirit soars I swear I once lived a life bigger than this Somewhere between restless sea And here on the quiet shore There are only two moments that matter Now and forever For all our endeavour Without either one we will get nothing done All is forgotten Our fruits become rotten Between the orange and the blue I have found something new As sure as the waves crash on the stones I know this is my home Here between sea and shore Here between peace and war Searching for something more Here between heaven and earth Searching for all I’m worth
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A change is coming, The songs we sung will fade away A new generation with something to say New colours on the poor man’s shirt New Places to hide the hurt Another turn of the hourglass Styles and fashions come and pass But maybe this time something real Comes to light as the days reveal A change is coming, The river is running The drums are drumming But the view is stunning This is a roller coaster we are on And soon this day will be gone So remember as you start to fall Now is the best time of all The page we wrote will soon be deleted All our schemes and plans defeated From multi national multi million dollar Down to the people living in squalor No one gets above the tide That rises up on every side Maybe it cleans or maybe it destroys Maybe it just shorts out your electrical toys A change is coming, The river is running The drums are drumming But the view is stunning This is a roller coaster we are on… Stocks and shares will rise and fall And the rich get left with nothing at all The first are last and the last get sick Of living under the rich mans stick The wind will shift, the maps will change Google earth will rearrange Names adjust and governments reorder To compensate for moving borders A change is coming, The water is rising But there’s no disguising But the view is appetizing This is a roller coaster we are on And soon this day will be gone So remember as you start to fall Now is the best time of all This is a roller coaster we are on And soon this day will be gone So remember when you hear the call Now is the only time to fall
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When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? His dying crimson like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the tree; Then am i dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
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Deep Roots 04:11
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Give me the faith which can remove and sink the mountain to a plain; give me the childlike praying love, which longs to build thy house again; thy love, let it my heart o'er-power, and all my simple soul devour. I would the precious time redeem, and longer live for this along, to spend and to be spent for them who have not yet my Savior known; fully on these my mission prove, and only breathe, to breathe thy love. My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord, into thy blessed hands receive; and let me live to preach thy word, and let me to thy glory live; my every sacred moment spend in publishing the sinner's Friend. Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart with boundless charity divine, so shall I all my strength exert, and love them with a zeal like thine, and lead them to thy open side, the sheep for whom the Shepherd died.
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This is a collections of songs, insrumentals and strange things that currently have no home on any other album that is available to you, my fan(s). They also happen to be the only tracks that were on my laptop when I arrived in America for this year. So some of the mixes may not be the best but they are what they are. Hope you enjoy.

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released January 16, 2012

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Pete Brazier Leeds, UK

Pete Brazier is a singer/songwriter, music producer, artist and Fractal Theologian. He has been writing songs since the age of 4 and recording since the age of 16. He is also a minister in the British Methodist Church.

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