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©2011 Stephen G Brown

Confused the east and west
When the sun comes up
Thought it was going down.

Thought day was night
Thought dark was light back then
I see much clearer now.

Come live in me that I might
Grow into the creation
That You made me for
Made me to be

These eyes have seen the Savior
A Light for all the nations
Joy of Israel
Sent to rescue me

I walked in counsel
That was all my own
It seemed to wise to me

But God’s foolishness
is wiser than
Any man can be

Come live in me that I might
Grow into the creation
That You made me for
Made me to be

These eyes have seen the Savior
A Light for all the nations
Joy of Israel
Sent to rescue me

He offered up His life
And washed us clean
His death has set us free

He rose to live again
Gives life to those who dwell in Him
He made the blind to see

Come live in me that I might
Grow into the creation
That You made me for
Made me to be

These eyes have seen the Savior
A Light for all the nations
Joy of Israel
Sent to rescue me

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The story is in the recording.  Recorded on the iPhone.

©2011 Stephen G Brown

Oh the Pharoahs of ancient Egypt
They never like to fight
The Pharoahs of ancient Egypt
They think that there were always right
Oh the Pharoahs of ancient Egypt
They’re never on your side
But they always like to be on the winning team

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Another FAWM song.  Any questions?

©2011 Stephen G Brown

I know one thing that can clear those blues
Go out back and shoot some 22s
If the blue’s too deep, it won’t let you free
Time to bust out the 223

Blues fade away ’till you’re feeling fine
Let it rip, with your auto 9
Things picking up, getting back your drive
Crack some caps with your 45

Bonnie Forsyth
We hammer on your cap
Spittin lead till the sun goes down
Let’s make that thunder crack

Hey Mister
Don’t put those guns away
That Barret 50 BMG
Could surely make my day

I can’t tell you which tools to use
But you’re better with a 10 guage to take down a goose
If you’re hunting dove, I think it’s plenty
With 7 and a half spit out a 20

That 410 will do to take something small
But for something much bigger it is no good at all
Pull out a 12 guage and try your luck
If your quarry is a pheasant, or maybe a duck

Bonnie Forsyth
We hammer on your cap
Spittin lead till the sun goes down
Let’s make that thunder crack

Hey Mister
Don’t put those guns away
That Barret 50 BMG
Could surely make my day

In the distance, a 12 point stag
I think you can take him with that 7 Mag
The shot’s to long, I think it would be dirty
To take it with my iron sight lever 30-30

Something heavy from a bigger bore
The .577 cal Tyranasaur
Take it with you, when you go
To Africa for a water buffalo

Bonnie Forsyth
We hammer on your cap
Spittin lead till the sun goes down
Let’s make that thunder crack

Hey Mister
Don’t put those guns away
That Barret 50 BMG
Could surely make my day

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FAWM is back, and here is my first effort.  Actually, it is my second effort, but I finished this one first.  I’m going to try to make more polished recordings this year than I did last year, but I didn’t want to miss out on the first day, so I did what I could with the time I had.

There is a musical puzzle in the lyrics of verses 1, 3, and 4.  Let me know if you get it.

©2011 by Stephen G Brown

Well the circle of Fifths keeps on turning
I catch a glimpse of the sun in her hair
She says “five” I say “one” we reach four, we’re not done
We sit around the fire with the children, and we’re home

Wind whipped the waves in the water
And the same wind it tangled her hair
I was just mesmorized by the light in her eyes
So I held her hand and I never let it go

One night we sit by the fire
Four children nod off to sleep
Seven o’clock, then three hours gone
Six a.m. drinking two cups
My five fingers wrapping her hands

One word I offer is even
The reason you’re sick suffering too
and if I’ve become one afford me a sea venture
there even music’s got to survive the throne

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I wrote and recorded this last year for FAWM (on the final day), but wasn’t happy with the effort, so I didn’t post it.  But, it’s been a while, and I thought I should post something here.  Me on everything.

©2010 Stephen G Brown