Lyrics:
who, like Chino Braxton
Had been discovered by
Meek and signed to his label instead of
Pedantry or certainty, Meek
Offers a profound
Deeply human
There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet.
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you're
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you're
There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet.
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark wood
wet.
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three young men screaming
And you can hear that old
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
play
It's too bad I'm not made of clay
You think the sky would be all rained out
You'd think that we could forgive by now
The anger in the sound of your
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
Ladies and gentleman
The bonus track
I don't know how to code
So instead i wrote a song
Want some words on the track
But the lyrics come out
of that shack
Where the ground is always wet.
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three yound men
there's something
inside those jars
of clay!(2cor.4:16)
outwardly we're wasting
away inside we're
renewed day by day it's
always him it's never me
he
liquor into a flask and a couple Jars of Clay
Burning flags with D.C. Talk
Outline my body on the levee with some Crayola chalk
Playing hopscotch with hot
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
Or could be canned
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
Well living with a lying man
Could never really hurt
But living
the clay on top of your pedestal
And you can be my Patrick Swayze
Though I know you don't get that reference yet
(But soon you will)
I was stuck in
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
We come as we are
Broken jars of clay
Vessels healed
By Your redeeming grace
We come as we are
Perfectly incomplete
But made whole in You
Alone
can glow and fly
Mesmerized by such tiny lights, circling information
Just had to make room in the jar for a new acquaintance
Rounding up fireflies,
always been this way
Not by choice, just this way
I can't put my honey pot in a jar
Or a heart or a fist of some young boy
If you can't put
done
By the time that it is, kid, I'll be halfway to the sun
Fly away, back to the clay
The sun's going downtown
But daughter moon's on her way
Up, out
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Copyright Paul Day 1986 and 2005
Recorded Hatch Studios Worcestershire England UK 2005
Re mixed By Andy Zulla
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Andy
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Copyright Paul Day 2004
Recorded Hatch Studios Worcestershire England UK 2005
Re mixed By Andy Zulla
From Wiki
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