The Once and Future Carpenter

The title is not my own.

I am shamelessly stealing from the first song off the latest Avett Brothers album. ( The Album is simply titled The Carpenter, for those of you interested.)

I ran into a Starbucks this morning, seeking simply a creamy pumpkin latte to assuage the Monday-sickness. And there on the counter lay a beautifully bound copy of this CD.

What could I do?

I bought it. (In addition too, not instead of, my blessed caffeine.)

This title is rich with significance, history, and sheer awesome. Shades of epic fable and legend wrapped ’round a  heart palpitating with Truth.

And the music rises to the challenge.

This title track, in particular, speaks to my own  sore heart. Every line, from the words to the cello, jolts me into peace.

 

I ain’t from Texas, but I made my way from Dallas
And I know the lonesome sound is following.
I ain’t a gambler, but I can recognize a hand
And when to hold, when the queens are staring back at me.
Once I was a carpenter, man my hands were calloused
I could swing a metal mallet sure and straight.
But I took to the highway, a poet young and hungry
And I left the timbers where they lay.

Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me,
And when I lose my direction I’ll look up to the sky,
And when the black cloak drags upon the ground,
I’ll be ready to surrender, and remember.
Well we’re all in this together.
If I live the life I’m given, I wont be scared to die.

And I don’t come from Detroit, but her diesel motors pull me
And I followed till I finally lost my way.
And now I spend my days in search of a woman we called purpose
And if I ever pass back through here town I’ll stay.

Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me
And when I lose my direction I’ll look up to the sky
And when the black cloak drags upon the ground
I’ll be ready to surrender, and remember
Well we’re all in this together
If I live the life I’m given, I won’t be scared to die

And my life is but a coin, pulled from an empty pocket
Dropped into a slot with dreams of sevens close behind,
And hope and fear go with it, and moon and the sun go spinning
Like the numbers and fruits before my eyes.
Sometimes I hit, sometimes it robs me blind.
Sometimes I hit, sometimes it robs me blind.

Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me
And when I lose my direction I’ll look up to the sky.
And when the black cloak drags upon the ground
I’ll be ready to surrender, and remember
Well we’re all in this together.
If I live the life I’m given, I won’t be scared to die.

 

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