O How Music Speaks

These two songs speak deeply into what has been going on in my life these past few months.

The Good Hand
By Woven Hand
I am nothing without
his ghost within
and all your wooden eyes cannot see
the good hand upon me

I took my shelter neath a familyre tree
im livin where I come from
I am I am my fathers son
see the good hand
see what the good hand done

leave it lye
let it go to ruin
to be blown thin by the wind
a heavy drone
a heavy sway
girl I love to see you talk that way

I live
I live among them
and they breath forth fire
I run
I run fast and then
I do not tire
for the good hand upon me

I see you've chosen to lose your way
to greed with a clank for nothin'
keep your word
captive in thought
you will give all
you will give all you've got
to the good hand upon me
she will understand
from the bottom of her heart
embellished by pains engraving
just
how great thou art

Glass Eye
By Woven Hand
deeply shaken see I come that way
ill at ease in my own skin
I hum along to the down home drone
down in my soul to stay
ain't gonna listen to my own noise
even though I love the sound
it come back hollow on hollow
when it come back around
back around

quick to anger and quick to speak
afraid to lose these things not mine to keep
the spirit is willing the flesh is weak

how long have you been standing there
only here a lonley man
I do
I get behind myself
grieved in my spirit by my hands
seemes he has turned his head
this collector of useless clutter
somethin now has caught his eye
now his words only stumble out in stutters