The Beckon Call

by Christopher Smith

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released 11 May 2010
All songs by Christopher Douglas Smith, SOCAN
Performed by Christopher Smith, Kevin Maher, Aadam Veenendaal. Recorded and mixed by Adam Veenendaal and Kevin Maher of Do You Love Me Productions. Mastered by Todd Simko of Hearing Protection Required.

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Track Name: Gently Gently
Gently gently
Don't you let it break
Be careful darling
For goodness sake

You're so awful awful
Awfully quiet these days
But no vow of silence
Is going to make your case

Convince me I'm not bored
Convince me I'm not bored
Convince me I'm not

Killer killer
I've got blood to spill
This loathsome heart
It has had it fill

Pressure pressure
Precious weight upon my shoulder
I won't put you back
I won't let you go

I've got hand to hold
These hands
I've got hands to hold
Hold these hands

Quickly quickly
With Godspeed fly to me
Let him turn his back
And just leave us be

Soldier soldier
Why would you wage that kind of war
Now your tired feet
They can march no more

Cut off at the knees
Cut off at the knees
Cut off at the knees
Cut off
Track Name: Paper Chains
God bless the birds in the morning
God bless the birds in the night
Chasing after mice in the garden
Hiding their homes away from the light
God won't you bless her precious eyes

He said he'd never go back again
Is this not in his hands
Is this what the saints call
Providence
Or divine intervention

God bless the boats in the ocean
God bless the boats in the bay
Tied to the docks in the harbour
Anchored to the rocks under the waves
God won't you bless her precious face

He said he'd never go back again
Is this not in his hands
Is this what the saints call
Providence
Or divine intervention

God bless the books of colored paper
God bless the links of paper chain
Tattered and torn under pressure
Useless in binding the flames
God won't you bless her precious name

He said he'd never go back again
Is this not in his hands
Is this what the saints call
Providence
Or divine intervention
Track Name: Middle of the Night
I'd walk to your house in the middle of the night
I'd walk to your house in the bright morning light
I'd walk to your house in the middle of a storm

Make you feel safe
And try to keep you warm
At times I thought I'd never find the one
But I found you and now my life's begun

Two birds on wire
Two sparks from a fire
Two pins on a line
Keeping it tight
Keeping it tight

Two birds in a tree
Singing so sweet
My darling and me
My darling and me
My darling and me

I can not believe my life's so sweet
I'm in a day dream every single time we meet

I'd walk to your house in five feet of snow
I'd walk to your house if a hurricane did blow
I'd walk to your house in the scorching sun

I would make you lemonade
And fan you with a palm
Often I am tripping down the street
But one look at you and I've got dancing feet

Two birds on wire
Two sparks from a fire
Two pins on a line
Keeping it tight
Keeping it tight

Two birds in a tree
Singing so sweet
My sweetheart and me
My sweetheart and me
My sweetheart and me

Oh my lord I feel I could cry
Most every time I stare into those eyes
Track Name: Just as Sure
Just as sure as my eyes long for your smile
Just as sure as they make my spirits rise
Just as sure as you're on my mind
Almost all of the time

I'm sure
You're sure
We're surely
This in love

Just as sure as I can't sleep when you're not next to me
Just as sure as my bed feels twice as big
Just as sure as I'd help you pack
I'm going to cry 'til you get back

Because I'm sure
You're sure
We're surely
This in love

Surely this is a good as it can get

Just as sure as sugar's sweet
Your lips taste good to me
Just as sure as my feet need a left and right
Just as sure as they'd both run to you
In the cold cold night

I'm sure
You're sure
We're surely
This in love

Surely this is as good as it can get
Track Name: Two Strawberries in a Jam
I am charmed by
How you cherish
Your childhood memories
And it's not like you're
Holding on for life
More like you're running
Your hands along
Some pleasant thought
In the back of your mind
Your mind, your mind, your beautiful mind

And darling I would love it
If you thought of me this way
One warm moment
On an otherwise dreary day

I'm ready when you are
Should you ever change your mind
I'm ready when you are
If you would be so kind

Think of me from time to time to time to time

And I know it's true
I've only known you
A short short while
You fluttered into my life
Just like a moth
Towards the light
Yeah sure I was warm
But it was you who lit that fire
And it burns inside
Yes it burns deep inside, that fire burns me deep inside

And darling I would love it
If you though of me this way
The wick of a candle
Just calling for its flame

I'm ready when you are
Should you ever change your mind
I'm ready when you are
If you would be so kind

Think of me from time to time to time to time

And I half knew
Things would end up this way
But that being said
What was it that
Carried me away
Was it your elegance
Was it your beauty
Was it your hair in braids
Was it your wit, your charm, your smile, your smarts

And darling I would love it
If you though of me this way
A lost train of thought
Or a sentimental gaze

I'm ready when you are
Should you ever change your mind
I'm ready when you are
If you would be so kind

Think of me from time to time to time to time

I'm ready when you are
Track Name: Hands
Waving hands
You're frantic
And speaking in a language
I don't understand

I could give a fuck
But what would that do
I've been at my best
Since I've been on the outs with you
And I dont want in

It's about time
I felt some loving arms around me
It's about time
I felt that weight

So caress me gently
And lay your head upon
My shoulder

Each lock of your hair
Is a cross to bare

Sleep at arms reach
Not in my arms
Sleep at arms reach
Not in my arms
Track Name: White Knuckle
I saw the cross
Amidst the roof tops
West of Main
Just north from 28th

It's no news to me
Paper chains
Left to the rain
Could bind this faith
Bind this faith

Made in Father's form
Are you crooked
Are you cracked
Are you worn
Are you tearing out your eyes
Let the martyrs boil alive

And though I am young
I have felt love
And felt loss of love
Loss of love

What good is a key
Or name on a lease
When the locks have changed
Locks have changed

Made in Father's form
Are you crooked
Are you cracked
Are you worn
Are you tearing out your eyes
Let the martyrs boil alive

And even if I
Could raise the dead
Lord knows
I'd let them rest

This child
He was born of fire
And he is fucked
And full of spite

I saw the cross
Amidst the roof tops
West of Main
Just north from 28th
Track Name: Hit the Ground Running
Well I most certainly did not
Hit the ground running
I more or less just tumbled and stopped
Ass over tea kettle

And it's true
That these arms
Were made to break
Under your weight
And these wrists
Were made to strain

For the same

And I was duped by the cause
From the very first meeting
I learned the secret hand shakes
And I spoke the sacred vows
But what now, what now

And it's true
That these arms
Were made to break
Under your weight
And these wrists
Were made to strain

From the tip of your toes
To each lock of your hair
Are a cross I'd gladly bare