LYRICS FROM THE ALBUM
Bridges I Have Crossed
Lyrics & Music: Craig Stanton Thomas
Green leaves turn to gold and crimson
Autumn falls upon us now
Birds fly overhead above us
To southern haunts they come somehow
As nature sleeps through winter’s darkness
May we also wake to light…to new Life
My daughters grew up into women
My only son into a man
Does that make me more than father
A patriarchal journeyman
Absolve the sins that I’ve committed
Help me follow this sacred plan
Light my pathways through the desert
Guide this wayward caravan…this wayward caravan
My choices stand before me naked
An army of bewildering loss
Yet good has come of much I’ve chosen
Despite the bridges I have crossed
Redeem what safely can be salvaged
Forgive me all that I have failed…failed to do
My hands are dying more each day
I fight to press these strings aright
Pain and stiffness my companions
But songs keep coming in the night
May these hands keep playing truly
May new songs still find their way
May they serve me through this struggle
Till the last song’s made its way…to the Light
The Lazarus Code
Lyrics & Music: Craig Stanton Thomas
A drop of water on my parched tongue
Please warn my brothers one by one
Lived right beside him though I did not see
Thought I was righteous thought I was free
A man of fashion, a man of pride
Well I lived the good life, took all in stride
But I missed my brother, was blind to need
Thought truth would save me, despite my greed
Lost my soul
Cause I failed the Lazarus code
Never knew I’d met you, never crossed my mind
You’d be in every soul I’d find
Ignoring sister, I ignored you
Passed by my brother, I passed by you
Lost my soul
‘Cause I failed the Lazarus code
Turn a blind eye, turn a deaf ear
Turn a cold heart around
Turn a weak hand, turn a lame foot
Turn a closed mind around
Open blind eyes, open deaf ears
Wake our cold hearts today
Lead our weak hands, guide our weak feet
Wake our closed minds today
He walked among us, sharing all he had
Brought gifts of freedom to every man
To every woman with ears to hear
A road to mercy without fear
Got to share your substance with those in need
Got to love your neighbors, got to plant them seeds
Got to walk that highway, deny yourself
Got to live atonement, reach a hand in help
No one’s seen the Father, no just the Son
He’s in every brother (sister), yes, in every one
If you want to see Him, got to heed their need
For your Father loves them, despite their creed
Lost my soul
‘Cause I Failed the Lazarus code
Turn a blind eye, turn a deaf ear
Turn a cold heart around
Turn a weak hand, turn a lame foot
Turn a closed mind around
Open blind eyes, open deaf ears
Wake our cold hearts today
Lead our weak hands, guide our weak feet
Wake our closed minds today
So your religious, you own the truth
You’ve walked the “high-road” ever since your youth
But paths can lead us down roads so wrong
Your vision’s fading all along
The voice is calling, what will I say
Ought to show forgiveness
Ought to lead the way
What will I do now
Who’ll be my Lord
Will I live in peace
And bury my sword
Grey Light Morning
Lyrics & Music: Craig Stanton Thomas
Grey Light morning when you rise
Have you ever realized
That what you’re facing now is all but lost
But given what you’ve done
Neither lost nor something won
Just a moment’s pleasure left you crying
Oooo, left you crying
In the heat of the day
When your passions wilt away
And the folly of your paths be oh so glaring
Do you sit beside the road
Try and rest your heavy load
Just a moment’s pleasure left you crying
Oooo, left you crying
Oooo, left you crying
Oooo, left you crying
Just a moment’s pleasure left you crying
When the sun flees the sky
When the heart cries out why
When your fear of the dark be slowly growing
Do you creep back to her
Hoping to find a cure
Just a moment’s pleasure left you crying
In the darkness of dead night
Where few know wrong from right
You lay your head to rest on sheets of grey
But you long for the light
The Grace to make all wicked right
Just a moment’s pleasure left you crying
Copper Bottomed
Lyrics & Music: Craig Stanton Thomas
If beggars be choosers, you’d own your own fate
You cried out for mercy but it came all too late
The man is a coward, as his wife surely knew
Ambition devoured and judgment is due
You bring home the bacon
Or I’ll dock your pay
Told a cock and bull story
And you flat out betrayed
Copper bottomed was your father
But you missed all those genes
He was loyal to your mother
Why weren’t you loyal to me
A foregone conclusion, a sight for sore eyes
But an ill wind is blowing, hold on to that prize
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
No one to honor, no one to trust
So bring home the bacon
Or I’ll dock your pay
Told a Cock and bull story
You flat out betrayed
Copper bottomed your father
But you missed all those genes
He was loyal to your mother
Why weren’t you loyal to me
You were finally brought down, millstone ‘round your neck
You’ll be sorely missed though, despite all the wreak
You caused for your dear ones, such ruin for us all
Hope you find consolation, in eternity’s halls
Better bring home the bacon
Or He’ll dock your pay
Tell a Cock and bull story
And know you disobeyed
Copper bottomed your father
But you missed all those genes
He was loyal to your mother
Why weren’t you loyal to me, loyal to me
A Lie in Your Name
Lyrics: Craig Stanton Thomas
Music: Craig Stanton Thomas, Hanna Enlöf
Watched that house burn down to ashes
Watched our dreams go up in flames
Running out the back door crying
Living all the guilt and shame
Carry all the weight in vain
I washed your hands
I lied for your sake
And I saved our name
I paid your debts
Shared all cause of blood
But you threw it away
Like I knew you would
Hot blood crazy pranks your doing
Watched a life drain away
Sitting in that stolen car a crying
Knowing all is cause of you
Hoping I will see you through
I washed your hands
I lied for your sake
And I saved our name
I paid your debts
Shared all cause of blood
But you threw it away
Like I knew you would
I lived your lie
Lived your lie
Lie upon lie
No more will I
Live your lie
Lie upon lie
Watched as you stole the heart I loved
Then you broke all I held dear
Sitting on my kitchen floor a weeping
Asking to save you once again
Knowing I was once your friend
I washed your hands
I lied for your sake
And I saved our name
I paid your debts
Shared all cause of blood
But you threw it away
Like I knew you would
Three Degree World - feat. Hanna Enlöf
Lyrics: Craig Stanton Thomas
Music: Hanna Enlöf
Crowding the highlands, deserting the coast
A three degree world makes real estate of a boat
The home of your Father’s enclosed in blue graves
The heritage of Mothers all but lost beneath the waves
Yesterday’s treasures submerged beyond reach
The floodgates of Gaia opened and unleashed
Water’s the new ground, with houses on stilts
But dead are the deniers who share in this guilt
A three degree world
Can’t get wetter than this
A three degree world
Why even reminisce
Get used to the real world
Where water’s still life
But waves also death
And conveyors of strife
In the days of old Noah God punished the sin
Of humanity’s children in a deluge and din
But who are the sinners this time around
Will consumers and deniers be caught up and drowned
Will we fight for what’s left with no care for brother man
Survival of the fittest, our strategy and plan
But those who do not drown, may yet drown in their greed
As the judgment of gods comes to visit their misdeeds
A three degree world
Can’t get wetter than this
A three degree world
Why even reminisce
Get used to the real world
Where water’s still life
But waves also death
And conveyors of strife
And I dreamed I saw swimmers
Far beneath the rolling surf
Were they the new children
Of people who had never tread turf
Never walked upon meadows
Or run beneath a clear blue sky
Never seen a flower blooming
Or chased a colored butterfly
A three degree world
Can’t get wetter than this
A three degree world
Why even reminisce
Get used to the real world
Where water’s still life
But waves also death
And conveyors of strife
Annie Oakley
Music & Lyrics: Craig Stanton Thomas
Tell Annie Oakley that I am the one
Don’t let her walk out that door with her gun
Tell her that I love her so, despite all her fears
Tell her I will be the one who’ll dry up all her tears
Tell Annie Oakley that I am the one
Tell Annie Oakley that I am the one
Don’t let her walk out that door with her gun
Side by side explore the plains, a life of cactus and stone
We’ll ride into the sunset, the saddle will be our home
Tell Annie Oakley that I am the one
Tell Annie Oakley that I am the one
Don’t let her walk out that door with her gun
Underneath the milky-way, your bedroll’s next to mine
Fall asleep beneath the stars, our lives suspended in time
If I Were a Dreamer
Lyrics & Music: Craig Stanton Thomas
If I were a farmer
I’d watch the evening sky
And surely pray for rain
When storm clouds gather nigh
I’d till the fertile land
Harvest all I can
If I were a farmer
If I were a baker
I’d bake a wedding cake
I’d pray the Lord to bless
The home that we both make
Keep your cupboards full
Respect the golden rule
If I were a baker
If I were a teacher
I’d share what life has taught
And help you find your way
Though times are often fraught
With storms and pain and tears
Beside you though all fears
If I were a teacher
If I were a painter
I’d look with greater care
See colors, hues and beauty
My vision free to share
Work my craft each day
In my mind all beauty weigh
If I were a painter
If I were a doctor
I’d pray for healing hands
Fix your aches and pains
Your wish my command
Heal you when you’re ill
A champion of good will
If I were a doctor
If I were a preacher
I’d bring you to the Christ
To learn to love that child
To our Father be reconciled
I’d pray for what is good
And hope for all I could
If I were a preacher
If I were a wise man
I’d pray not in vain
Or think I know what’s best
For those my prayers were sent
I’d rest in knowing You
Love more than I could do
If I were a wise man
But I am just a poor boy
What you see is what you get
I humbly offer love
Devotion no regrets
Always by your side
I’ll never run and hide
Here through thick and thin
Your heart will surely win
Though I am just a poor boy
Photo: Craig Stanton Thomas