Songs for Holy Saturday EP

by Jonni Greth

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released January 1, 2008

All music, lyrics, vocals, etc. by Jonni Greth.

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Aaron Clark (rest in peace) on Palafox St. Pensacola, some time in 2008.

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Jonni Greth Nashville, Tennessee

Singer/ Songwriter Jonni Greth spent years traveling the Eastern United States-playing music in every town he visited- before arriving in Nashville. His style, which runs the gamut from spooky alt-country to lush, string-heavy Americana, revolves around his earthy fingerpicking style and warm, philanthropic melody lines. ... more

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Track Name: The Hem of His Garment
Well, these are the only words I ever knew how to sing:
That I'm lonely and frightened of beautiful things,
That I love you but I don't;
I believe, but I'm prone
To doubt every savior that I've ever seen
To doubt every savior that I've ever seen

Well, you touched my mouth and healed me of my silence
I was wicked, so I asked you for a sign
You said, "Jonah, you shouldn't have gone sailing
If you were only tryin' to find somewhere to run
If you were only tryin' to find somewhere to run"

Well, I'm unclean and so tired of this bleeding--
Actually, You can scratch the bleeding. I'm just tired,
And I've only got some much to lose before I fall asleep
And I've seen so much pow'r go out from You so far
I've seen so much pow'r go out from You so far

Well, I'm reaching for the hem of Your garment
Something's grabbin' at my ankles underneath
If I was Peter, I'd go out on the water
But I couldn't promise You I wouldn't sink
No, I couldn't promise You I wouldn't sink

I'll try to say something new, but I can't escape the theme
That I'm lonely and frightened of beautiful things,
And every preacher can save my soul, always at someone's expense,
So I repeat the words You say 'til they make sense
I repeat the words You say 'til You make sense

Well, I asked you which commandment was the greatest
You replied, "Love Me and love your fellow man."
Oh, Jesus, I still can't tell the difference
Well, I'm reaching for the hem of Your garment
Something's grabbin' at my ankles underneath
If I was Peter, I'd go out on the water
But I couldn't promise You I wouldn't sink
No, I couldn't promise you I wouldn't sink
Track Name: Bear It Away
Please don't take this as a threat
I don't think You've gone deaf yet,
But I don't know what else I'm supposed to do
God, show me Your only Son,
Or I'll go get me a gun,
And I'll meet Him where He is, inside His tomb

Bury me
O Father, lay me down
Here in holy ground
Here in holy ground
O bury me
O Father, lay me down
Here in holy ground
See how I come out

Saw Elijah goin' home
Saw his chariot swingin' low
Knew I'd get burned,
But I could not resist
No, I tried to crawl aboard
Though I cried and cried, "Lord! Lord!"
No, the Kingdom would not let me in

Father God, where have You been? (2x)

There's something breathing holy breaths
Sleeping with me in the depths
I dream I drown, but there's no water in my chest
One day I'll rise out of death,
But Jesus, is it finished yet?
I'm hangin' 'round this cross I can't bear myself

Bury me
O Father, lay me down
Here in holy ground
Here in holy ground
Oh, bury me
O Father, lay me down
Here in holy ground
See how I come out
Track Name: Black Paper on the Windows
Well, the sun rose again today
And sorry you had no say
How a sickly world, it spins
As she walks, walks, walks away
The freckled sun is creepin' through the cracks in the door
So you shut her out like they do in Tokyo

Black paper on the windows
Black paper on the windows
And blond hairs, blond hairs in your bed

It's a cold, cold winter sun
And your sleep is far too warm
Where she used to kick off the sheets
Now you're kickin' 'way her ghost
Still the gates of Hell are standin' in between

Her perfume on the pillow
Her perfume on the pillow
And the sweet smell trailin' out the door

And what on earth could the optimists possibly say?
My God, how bright could the bright side possibly be?

Cover up the piano keys
Let's not speak of these things
God's rested His baton
Left the orchestra incomplete
And on His day of rest
You're singin' to an empty hall

Black curtains on the stained glass
Black curtains on the stained glass
And her fingerprints all over your guitar
Black paper on the windows
Black paper on the windows
Still her bright light is shinin' through the walls