You move yesterday one
step further away
Next to eternity, how
could I ever think
Your face is love...
2006 White Plastic Bag
on Precious Blood: This song came from discovering jazz inversions of a
couple chords in one of my favorite song writer's, Tom Waits, songbooks.
I started playing around with a melody to fit with the chord progression
that came from this discovery. And the lyrics that spilled out of
me talked about how the Lord does not count my past and or my tarnished
record. Why? Simply because of his doing ... because of his sacrifice.
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