Album Credits

All songs by Mark Giacobbe

Produced by Mark Giacobbe

Recorded between Feb. 1997 and Dec. 1998 at
Spa Studios, NYC
Smash Studios, NYC
The Pumpkin Patch, NYC

Engineered by Mark Giacobbe, Hillary Johnson, and Dave Winslow
Tracks 2, 4, 11 mixed by Mark Giacobbe and Jud Dean
All other tracks mixed by Mark Giacobbe

Mixed at Mark Dann Studios, NYC and
The Pumpkin Patch, NYC

Mastered by Mark Dann

Graphic Design by Craig A. Mason
Cover concept by Joe Luisi and Mark Giacobbe
Back cover photo by Lisabeth Flower
Phunky Phlower Photo by Emma Lewis

Mark Giacobbe- Vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, bass, organ, synthesizer, mandolin, accordion, pennywhistle, recorder, percussion, leslie effects

Mike Luisi- Drums

Joe Luisi- Bass

Tony Gargiulo- Guitar solo on Love Thing

 

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Fall Away (grace and days)
490
Reign
Sister Susan
Drawing Blood
Ariel
King for a Day
Seems to Me (J.I.M.)
Love Thing
Between Takes
Thin Branches
Sunset

 

Fall Away (Grace and Days)

I am a pilgrim on a journey in a strange and distant land
And the things that once were clear to me have strangely turned to gray
gotta wonder what it means
I am awakening to the wonder of the possibility
That the things that once were dear to me are falling down like leaves
Gotta let them fall away, gotta let them fall away.

And then I think of those who've traveled on this journey once before
So many more than finished, started, then they strangely fall away
gotta wonder if it's me
And how the hardest part's just living in the day by day, you see
'Cause I've got more than my fair share of practical apostasy
But I would never fall away, I would never fall away

Still they say, gotta shake the tree and see the fruit that will remain
All I need is grace from day to day and days to find my way, and a way to follow

Still they say, gotta shake the tree and see the fruit that will remain
All I need is grace from day to day and days to find my way, and a way to see you

And when this life is over one bright morning I will fly away
Or, rather, all the things I've known might fall away like scales
Gotta let them fall away, gotta let them fall away, gotta let them fall away.

© 1997 Mark Giacobbe

 

490

Fallen again
The best-laid plans trip up on mean streaks
Head in my hands
Wonder how you're seeing me
I look in your eyes
I'm not surprised, I'm just scandalized
'Cause I don't know why
Repeatedly you keep freeing me

I come to you 490 times
Bound up in chains of my design
And you free me 490 times and I

I look to the sun
And wonder why the light's not burning me
Perhaps it's just one
Of your mercies how you cover me
The debt is so high
On my best day I'm owing millions still
How could I try
But here comes my friend owing a quarter again

and I can't get by you

'Cause seventy times seven crimes I commit so carelessly
But the feelin that something's got to change
'Cause I can't stand it anymore to nail you down and pierce your side
'Cause you're betrayed for 30 pieces, I'll betray you for a smile
It's a crime how you release me how I get away with murder
But I'm turning
Yes I'm learning
Yes I'm burning to love like you

 

Reign

I am not satisfied
And I devise the circumstances of my freedom
You are paralyzed
To release me you must listen to my reason
Listen to me now
Work your magic, wave your hand and make it otherwise
All that's due me now
Is all I ask but knowing you, you'd rather make me wise

It lies within your grasp, emancipate me
Set me free though I would lock you in
Many are the plans that lie within me
But won't you turn the tables on me once again
And then my better I cries

Reign- lay your hand upon me
Reign- move my world beyond me
Reign- take me where you want me now
Reign- I lay down my arms now
Reign- All my pride fall down now
Reign- I am calling on you now

Like a spider's web
I weave such tangled threads of pride and mostly selfishness
I am neither dead
Nor yet quite alive; I'm dragging crosses carelessly
Like a pilgrim driving hard across the desert
I see water where there's so much bitter sand
Lead me on towards your cooling fountain
Won't you save me from this madness at my hand

Disappoint me; rude awake me; shake me from my slumber
Frustrate me; trial by fire me; roll me with your thunder

 

Sister Susan

One small girl in a place beyond her wildest dreams
Wonder what you're gonna find
Hear my name and join my story as we chase the snow away
Could you leave this all behind

One tall girl whirling in a very grown up world
One must grow up after all
You've no time for childish fancies you have long forgotten me
Pearls and parties do enthrall
But is it real?

Sister Susan can't you see
Glitter is not gold
Take my mane and walk with me
Hearts can grow so cold

One dark night you walked beside me, hand in my hair
One tall order to be filled
And as they shaved and kicked and ridiculed me you were watching there
My kind of love could get you killed
Won't you believe it was for you?

Further up and further in is where I'd take you
Where your deepest need meets true desire
I am not safe nor am I tame but I am very, very good

 

Drawing Blood

A boy draws Jesus on the sidewalk
But he won't put the blood on his hands
He says "there is so much blood, and I am so young"
But this boy's got to understand
That it's flesh for flesh and pain for pain
One man's loss is another man's gain
The beauty that he longs to see
Is drawn in red reality

'Cause there is no life without a mother's pain
There is no bread except a grain of wheat dies to rise again
There is no peace without drawing blood
For the war that goes on in your soul
There are rivers that cover it all.

A father turns away his neighbor
Can't hear the comfort he bears
He says "there is no God and she was so young and I will never understand
How this could be the spinning of a hand of love"
But he knows not of another father's watch and cry
As son descends to bleed and die

Paint your picture of mankind, the crimson mark of Cain
Then draw the sign of love divine the blood will still remain

And stained glass colors shine the brighter for leaded lines that break the scene
There's a passion in the pain, a melody you cannot name
This is the mystery, it runs through our reality

© 1997 Mark Giacobbe

 

Ariel

And so I'm thinking on these past years
And I turn my thoughts to those who have not made it quite so far
The singers and the winners and the sanctified sinners
Bearing due penalties for crimes before the blood
But I've seen wildflowers grow at the top of the world
Where it gets so cold you could freeze to death in July
And I've seen a fruit bearing tree no taller than my knee in the crack of a city sidewalk
2 feet away from where the traffic roars

And I'm amazed at the way life hold on in the wildest of places
And I am raptured by the thought of independence from the things that serve
to tear you down, but you know that there's a reason

For the challenge of the keeping
And the number of our days
As we pass through vales of weeping
They can be watered with our praise
So go on your way, your driving hard for Ariel.
And this evening I am caught short by how the faintest line of red
still lingers in the western sky
How we forget about tomorrow and clutch our fears so tight and hurry past
the dark alleys of the cities of our mind
But I've seen the fire that grows in the depths of a soul
when all around is the darkness and despair
And there's a certain satisfaction in a smile that comes
from dwelling on the character of Whom you have believed

And I'm amazed at the way faith holds on to the cusp of redemption
And I am raptured by the thought of independence from the things that serve
to tear you down, but you know that there's a reason

Though our personal summers have faded
And the springtime is so far away
Well, hold on you know, though the dark winds blow,
You know that you are rolling for your home

So go on your way, you're driving hard
There's a price we pay for driving hard
Do not be afraid, you're driving hard for Ariel
The city of the King

 

King for a Day

I'm way out on the other side
Yeah, I've come down so far
I'm tired and you're so distant
Sunday may as well be Mars
So I walk out on the other side
Yeah, I'm running for the day
Gotta try with my best heart
To do and be all that you say
But that never works

Somewhere from behind me
That voice comes calling still
How would it be if I woke up
And found my hand had met my will

If a day would come when I lived up to my intentions
I just might feel I had learned along the way
And if a day would come when I was half the man I'm dreaming
Then I'd feel like I was king for a day.

When I was a child
I caught a vision of the man
Innocent eyes look for kings in disguise
Try to catch him if I can
But I'm older and he's faded
And now I'm standing in the ring
Still the thing that I hate to,
Seems I do that very thing

I want to sing to the night when the dark sounds are calling
I want to shine like a star when it feels like I'm falling
And in these barren courts we stand around and stare at pictures of mighty men on the walls
Waiting for the king to come on clouds or in my heart, whichever comes first

 

Seems to Me (J.I.M.)

TV said they saw Jesus today in Manhattan
In a window pane, or was it just dirty?
Still the people came from all around to see Jesus
He deserves more than just his fifteen minutes
More than just a shallow spot on the evening news
Still, it's a good thing when the people come to see Jesus.

Seems to me if they wanted to see Jesus
They could see him in the lonely man next door
Or in the wonder of a random act of kindness
They see these things; why look for any more?

He looked so out of place out there (if it was him)
Suspended in the glass
So insulated from the noise and the dirt and the people
Oh, Lord, the people
I want to be so much like him, like the real thing
Not just a spectator in a side-show world, so ineffectual
Still, I can understand it's easier to see than to be

Seems to me if they wanted to see Jesus
They could see him in a hungry child's eyes
Or in the way the sunlight plays upon the waters
They see these things; why are they so surprised?

Seems to me if they wanted to see Jesus
They could see him in the lonely man next door
Or in the way true words are overheard on subways
They see these things; why look for any more?

TV said they saw Jesus today in Manhattan
In a window pane, or was it just dirty?
Still the people and the priest and those who seek release all came
To see Jesus, to see Jesus, to see Jesus

© 1996 Mark Giacobbe

 

Love Thing

We cover old ground
Talk runs deep while Satan sings the blues
And to my surprise you see through lies and realize all is vanity
Do you believe that you can rise above the pain and emptiness
When you don't even have a clue to what will bring you happiness
You got a great divide with a grand design on the other side

You got an eye on your wasted time
Is that a hand my way saying brother can you spare a dime
Is that a hole I see to deep to fill with anything but love that's better
than the kind that you can find 'round here

The clock is ticking; you go for gold and you come up old alone
Your heart keeps sticking on the things you thought would somehow get you down that road
Are you so strong that you can stand alone like castles in the tide
While peace and love and joy seem stranger than a snowstorm in July
Reality intrudes while Christmas words seem to elude

It's a love thing

 

Between Takes

These are the trying days
These are the days of tying dreams like little ribbons
on the kite-tails of what we do
And I am trying hard to push these little things up through the ground
in a sure, sure sign of Spring
But those heads are rollin' and I, I am holding on
to watch you take these electric lights and turn 'em on

Between the takes we learn to give
Between the takes I learned to live
The wrestling and the laying down
Well, it's all the same to me
'Cause this is the strangest week of my life

First real connection over burgers and Van Morisson
Love ain't the only thing that's crazy
'Cause in these evenings of remote control
I'm feeling wired but that's not bad in all
Though I'm still out of toothpaste
But those heads are rollin' and I, I am holding on
to watch you take these little loaves and pass 'em all around
The wrestling and the lazing down and the stillness in between
'Cause this is the craziest week of my life

Those in power are breaking down so nervously
'Cause it's a heavy world without the undeniable evidence of grace
And there are times when you go for a five for five thousand kind of thing
And there are times when all you've got to do is put a smile on a father's face

Recorder in the evening green and yellow signs of life
Record her in the night in glory
So I hang up the phone at midnight, shake my tambourine for joy
I may not be the king but I can't help feeling royal

But those heads are rollin' and I, I am holding on
to watch you take these electric lights and turn 'em on, turn 'em on

'Cause this is the best week of my life.

 

Thin Branches

Sometimes in the morning I sing a song to heaven
Other days it's all I can do to face another day
And you don't run from giants, while me I flee from shadows
Or maybe on another day it's the other way around

'Cause the center fails
Leaves fall away
But the thin branches show
The color of the day
The color of the day

Some pain finds resolution and some is just forgotten
And some just seems to go on like the running of these streams
And I see her as she dances while me I'm slumming in the circumstances
But I still believe I'll overcome and love like the greatest heart

'Cause the center fails
Leaves fall away
But the thin branches show
The color of the day.
The color of the day.
The color of the day.

And you see it in the wars we wage with each other
You see it in the price we pay for loving one another
You see it when the hunger grows so deep you could not feel it
If there never was a place of being filled

And the sign in the flower box says "sharing the love of Christ in a tangible way"
But summer turns to winter and flowers tend to whither
And I must confess on darker days I thought the love did too

 

Sunset

Drove around the parking lot an extra time
Just to see the sun go down
Looked like a bomb all exploding up in heaven
Like the glory was too much to be contained
Or like a sudden burst of laughter from a child
Or a flower in time-lapse photography
All purple blue and yellow
Made me feel so very mellow
Made me think about places I had been

And the road is long
But you've been so good to me
And Jesus loves me, this I know
And the sun's gonna come up once again

The gap between idea and execution
Seems to grow larger everyday
And these dreams extend like wheat to the horizon
Where they touch the sky that's exploding once again
Made me think about my problems
Made me think about my sin
Made me want to stop gazing about the midline
Go over there and come up once again

I wanna go over
I wanna be so free

And the road is long
But you've been so good to me
And Jesus loves me, this I know
And what a funny thing it feels like to be free

Seems I think about my problems
Seems I think about my sin
Think it's time that I stopped gazing about the midline
Think it's time I put down my pen

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