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Lyrics: Verse 1 Thirty feet, leather trim, polished teak and chrome, My Grady White commanded the waves Worked for years to make her my own. Then I met this girl at the dock side bar The hottie in the red string bikini. Took one look at her sun-kissed skin And thought, “this girl could kill me.” (I only wish brother) Verse 2 My baby doll, pride and joy Then there was the girl I was dating. I tried to marry my two loves, But they just weren’t relating. Four months in, she drew her line “You love that boat more than me!” But my silence gave her all she’d need My heart was floating on the sea. Chorus So she keyed my truck fine, I deserved that. She ripped my clothes sure, fair play, tit for tat. But then she took a gas can And chose therapy set to flames Lit up my heart on fiberglass sent my precious beneath the waves. First she dumped me, Then she sunk me. Bridge Guess I learned about priorities Somewhere in that flame. Should've treated her a little better Or at least changed the boat's damn name. Chorus She keyed my truck fine, I deserved that. She ripped my clothes sure, fair play, tit for tat. But then she took a gas can like it was therapy with flames… Lit up my heart on fiberglass sent my precious beneath the waves. First she dumped me, Then she sunk me. Outro Sending my Baby to the bottom of the bay Brought a sorrow I can’t relieve And fishing off the rusty pier Just doesn’t calm the grief. When she dumped me, Then she sunk me.

A powerful and aggressive alternative rock ballad in the vein of Disturbed's 'Sound of Silence' cover.

THE HIDDEN BLUEPRINT lyrics Verse 1 I used to hear the thunder And miss the whisper underneath I saw the stone, I saw the river But not the Word inside the seed I thought Your laws were distant mountains Cold commandments carved in flame But now I see the roots beneath them Every pattern speaks Your name Chorus Thank You for the eyes to see it Thank You for the ears to hear Thank You for the hidden blueprint Burning bright beneath the years Thank You for the holy pattern Thank You for the seed and stone Thank You that Your ancient wisdom Never left the world alone Calling all things back to Eden From the wreckage where we are Verse 2 I saw the child and garden crying I saw the wounded earth and mind I saw our freedoms turn to cages I saw our progress leave us blind But You were not a voice of anger You were not a distant judge You were bending through creation With the patience of a flood Chorus Thank You for the eyes to see it Thank You for the ears to hear Thank You for the hidden blueprint Burning bright beneath the years Thank You for the holy pattern Thank You for the seed and stone Thank You that Your ancient wisdom Never left the world alone Calling all things back to Eden From the wreckage where we are Bridge [the bridge should be sung as an energetic rap] REpent, turn me back to what is real REconcile what fracture tried to steal REstore the house beneath the dust REdeem the gold inside the rust REnew the mind, restore the flame REsurrect what death would claim Not escape, but restoration Not retreat, but new creation Not control, but revelation Not religion, incarnation Not a threat beyond the skies But Eden opening our eyes Final Verse You gave me bricks instead of lightning You gave me seeds instead of swords You gave me songs for unbelievers Who could not bear the church’s words So let me sing the unknown verse now Let me speak what few have known Ancient fire in modern language Seeds of heaven in the soil Final Chorus Thank You for the eyes to see it Thank You for the ears to hear Thank You for the hidden blueprint Burning bright beneath the years Thank You for the call and cost Thank You for the sacred scars Calling all things back to Eden From the wreckage where we are Outro And if I sing one unknown verse Before my breath returns to You Let it thank You for the seeing And the chance to help renew

FINAL LYRICS! MY APOLOGY Verse 1 I’m sorry
fo r the FEAR without the wonder, for the warnings
we buried in flame. We talked about hell
like ESCAPE was the doorway, then wondered
why you walked away. We made the good news
sound like a courtroom, a verdict
before you had time to breathe. No garden,
no table, no laughter,
no beauty, just fire
where love should be Chorus 1 This is my apology, not for the Light,
but the way we hid it. Not for the Truth,
but the way we CAGED it. Not for the Love,
but the fear we sold. This is my apology, for making living water
taste like ash. We made it gray and small. I’m sorry we made glory
sound forgettable at all. Verse 2 Maybe you FELT
the truth was bigger than the box
we kept it in. Maybe you went
looking for yourself because we often
talked of sin. So you drifted to the noise wide open to the glow,
to the feed, to the ache
dressed up as freedom, to the self you learned to need. You called it escape
till it took your name. Called it desire
till it starved your soul. You went looking for life
outside the story, but the bargain
left you more alone. Chorus 2 This is my apology, not for your questions,
but the way we fear them. Not for your wounds,
but the way we judge them. Not for your ache,
but the shame we sold. We picketed your funerals and called it judgment. We watched your life unravel and called it your choice. We blamed you for drowning when WE’d muddied the water. Then wondered why
you HATED our voice. Bridge What if return
is not humiliation? What if redemption
is not your shame? What if repentance
is returning to your true story, not crawling back
under blame? What if your wounds
are not your name? What if your EDEN
still remains? What if the Gospel
was always more beautiful than the way
we have explained? Verse 3 Awake
to the Hope before the coping, to the child
before fear stole your place. You are not
the pain that owned you, not the shame
that dimmed your face. Come be whole
before the world divided. Come hear the longing
in the hidden song. This is Love
restoring the wonder you were born
to claim all along. Final Chorus This is my apology, not for the Light,
but the way we hid it. Not for the Truth,
but the way we CAGED it. Not for the Love,
but the fear we sold. This is my apology, for making living water
taste like ash. We made it gray and small. I’m sorry we made glory
sound forgettable at all. Outro I’m sorry
 we made it smaller than RESURRECTION
was meant to be. The message
 was more than just “finished.” It IS His Creation
 Re-Learning to breathe.

Song about a man whose life is changed by a woman who passes on, and he can't shake the "blood red hands."

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The Soulful and Philosophical Sounds of Alt Country Music Artist Darian Rice

The Soulful and Philosophical Sounds of Alt Country Music Artist Darian Rice

The Soulful and Philosophical Sounds of Alt Country Music Artist Darian Rice

The Soulful and Philosophical Sounds of Alt Country Music Artist Darian Rice

The Soulful and Philosophical Sounds of Alt Country Music Artist Darian Rice

The Soulful and Philosophical Sounds of Alt Country Music Artist Darian Rice

The Soulful and Philosophical Sounds of Alt Country Music Artist Darian Rice

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Darian Rice - Story Man by Podcast by Author and Designer, David W Litwin