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Blood From A Stone

by Balla Dear

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Sharon Jarvis Young I went ahead and purchased a couple of CD's from your Bandcamp page... where's your link to Patreon? If you show me your link to Patreon on your BallaDear home page... I will subscribe to you on a monthly basis... and so will a bunch of other folks... 'If you build it they will come'... By the Grace of God I wish you and your family all the best in your own little 'Field of Dreams' ... Be Blessed!
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1.
With a guitar in my hand and a merry little band We are setting out across this land Through unchartered waters to the end of the line We found our way in a Song, and in that song we find That the music is a prayer that's turning the course of every heart Then the heart starts learning and the soul is yearning To be hugging tightly on the loving arms of Absolution Stretched out and singing, “Whosoever come” Into the arms of the One who shines Into the arms of the One who shines, shining over you Step by step upon the stepping stone, To a place that we've never known Comforts left behind us we are moving on, The Way of Life is the Truth written in this song
2.
Pennyfootin' 05:14
My words are just pennies thrown into a well They glisten and shimmer, and they fall right where they fell My deeds are my dollars, and worth every cent My actions worth millions, my mouth is all but spent So can we strap these Gospel shoes onto our lazy feet? Trade cheap talk for a costly walk, and labor in the street? In the street, let's get on with it! These motions of love, dear, sweet acts of kindness They are better than rubies, more precious than a kiss Your knowledge is vain, my friend, and bad for your health If you're just tossin' pennies, and squandering your wealth Let's put into practice, this labor of love And show everybody, just what your heart's made of If faith is an action, then faith can be bled So put faith into motion, cause without you're as good as dead
3.
Reminiscence 05:24
I took a walk down that old street, I remember well, right where we would meet Those conversations that we would have, and all the words you said, still weigh on me The boy that I was then, I love him so The man I have become, he did not know What would he say? Where would he go? My daughters ask me about him, and all the things he did way back when They wonder if he was the same, as the man they know who's raising them The boy that I was then, I love him so The man I have become, he did not know What could he say? Where could he go? He was a young boy full of dreams, without direction, without a scheme He had a lightbulb up in his head, switching on and off, by some other Means The boy that I was then, I love him so The man I have become, he did not know What should he say? Where should go? I am amazed by where I have been, and the memories of where I might end That old path we take to reach the past, could be your enemy, or it might be your friend The boy that I was then, I love him so The man I have become, he did not know What will I say? Where will I go?
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Bewilderness 04:46
There's smoke out on the highway, where devastation beats his drum And all the *dark desires of madmen Would skin my neck with a wicked thumb Most days I find that it's relentless, this war we wage within our hearts Are we fighting to have plenty, and leaving Love to beg and starve? Now there's blood upon the water, where still and peace used to abide Rivers are flowing with a poison, the will of God and man collide There is a melody on my mouth, there is a song within my heart My head is filled up with a music, the politics of faith and art This song was written by a kind Bird, that every man has tried to tame He is as gentle as a white dove, and he's as dangerous as a flame He's calling out to every people, to every tribe, and kin, and tongue To go the way of devastation, or to his wing's asylum What will you do with this dilemma? Elusive Bird, and the way of man Brother and sister come together, repent, relent, revive, be reborn, if you can. *(Lyric by Bap Kennedy)
6.
The wild wind is whistling through the night like an old hymn, that is moaning and mourning the day The darkess is settling down around the valley like a blanket, over every son of earth as he lay The misty eyed moon, with her face fixed in festoons, hanging timeless with a reverent repose Her pale heart is glowing and her visage is bestowing, light on every mans ways and woes There's a rustling in the lumbering leaves There's a creaking at the Ancient Door There's a bristling on the mane of a terrible horse There's a voice crying out in the wilderness Make the crooked way straight for the Lord, oh my Lord An old clock is ticking as it tocks to the tune, of Father Time humming wearily his song He's added up the hours on a path of dying flowers, they are noble for a moment, then they're gone He's much older than me, but a child is he, just a yearling to his Maker and his Host He was made for the grade of the seasons and the motions of all men, he's an ageless ghost There's a plumb line made to be empty There's a night creature nestled in the thorns There's a howling in the wind as the ending is beginning There's a voice crying out in the wilderness Make the crooked way straight, for the Lord
7.
Here at your feet, Jesus is light Here at the cross you gave your life Grace poured out over me, forgiven for eternity You gave me life, your love rescued me, for all that you are, I'm here at your feet Here at your feet, Jesus is grace Here at the cross, Jesus forgave Grace poured out over me, forgiven for eternity You gave me life, your love rescued me, for all that you are, I'm here at your feet Where you are great, where you are strong, where you make right everything wrong Your love pours out, your Spirit comes down, where the songs sung are true At your feet Jesus, at your feet, my Lord, at your feet Jesus, I'm home
8.
You've got everything at your fingertips, You've got a chip on your shoulder Too much time on your hands, And no time, no time, on your knees, on your knees Your eye is on the ball, and your feet in the sand, But this ball keeps spinning around, and you just can't stand So get down, close to the ground, Get on your knees, on your knees
9.
The Fold 03:27
Abba Father, You made me into your child Abba Father, You grafted me in from the wild And though I may sometimes fear It's Your Spirit drawing me near Into the love of the fold Abba Father, Your delay in the valley is sweet Abba father, You're correcting my wayward feet And though I may sometimes stray It's Your Staff that would have me stay Close to the love of the fold Abba Father, how I've rendered my heart over You Abba Father, You have tendered my heart brand new And though I lack words to say It's Your Son that would teach me to pray For Your will, and Your love of the fold
10.
Deep in the heart of an ancient dream, your soul is stripped from the bone That mob of flesh with their torches lit, descend upon the throne A firebrand so bloodthirsty, traipsing over the coals How can you knock on the door of hell, and then take a holy stroll Fighting and raging beneath your breath For a prize hidden deep below You teeter on the path of love and death Finally to draw blood from a stone A man you knew from an age ago, is dead and laid to rest Yet on your pillow you still hear him, wail and beat on his breast Horrible his heady gaze inside your cavern heart A Manxim Foe with a grip of woe, he lurks in every part
11.
Come David come, come down to the weeping tree Play your harp and sing a song, along with me Sing “Doe of the Dawn” and “Dove Far Off Away” Down to the oak of Abraham, we will stay Come David come, down to the weeping tree We will inquire and seek the Lord on bended knee Darkness is Your secret place, darkness underneath my feet The Rider of the Cherub comes upon the Wind and the Wing Well I set my hand upon the plow, and I can not turn back Soon to overtake the reapers there in the fields of Abraham Then I came upon the threshing floor, and the winepress had begun The Sower with his seeds just hung his head, for he'd been overcome Well this plow is now a sword in my hand, soon to be a plow again Though I am weak I say “I am strong”, wake up you mighty men Moses ready your tune my friend, Miriam get your tambourine Deborah join in the harmony, the Lord's Annointed sing, they sing
12.
Oh my friend, I will stick around for awhile Don't you know, I will always go the extra mile You can count on me being right here by your side I will be your partner long after you've died And then I can truly give The life that you always wanted to live Believe me when I say this is because I love you! Oh my friend, I will ask the same thing of you Don't you know, your lies will never make me untrue You can count, on me being right here by your side I will remain faithful, long after you've lied And then you will surely see The life that you wanted was always me Believe me when I say this again I love you!

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Conceived and executed in 3 months, spanning December '13- February '14. Artwork layout and design was fearfully and wonderfully made by Chris Taylor. Mastered by Bruce Neher at Disc & Dat. Wares were constructed by Rick Hutcherson at Core Media.
All rights reserved Patrick Steele 2014 Rough Draft Music.
You can read more about Balla Dear at these links:
www.facebook.com/TheBallaDear?ref=hl
www.facebook.com/pages/The-Steele-Family-Mission/642516609141771?ref=hl

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released March 20, 2014

Balla Dear is the “heart-istic” expression of Patrick Steele.
The songs were played and sung using the following instruments:
Guitars- Rhema Rhapsody, Guild GAD 30, The Loar LO16
Ukulele- Lanikai Pear
Percussion- Djembe, Shakers, Eggs, Sticks, Tambourine, Hand Claps
Harmonicas- Assorted harps by Seydel, Suzuki, and Hohner
Strings and Organs played by Mr. M.B.G.
And my friend Jon Waughtal played his upright Wurlitzer Piano and sang along on track 7.

All artwork created from the mind of Chris Taylor.
Mastered by Bruce Neher at Disc & Dat
All songs written by Patrick Steele copyright 2014 Rough Draft Music
*Except “Here At Your Feet” by Danny Donnelly copyright 2005 Be Nice Publishing
Tremendous thanks to Danny Donnelly for his kind permission to record his song.

Much gratitude goes out to these faithful people:
Laura Jo, my Luv; Mom & Pop; Jon & Lisa Waughtal; Richard & MK and family; Chris Taylor for your unwavering support, lifelines, and amazing art; Bill Hodge at Rhema Guitars for building the instruments I play, and your valuable friendship; Bill Mallonee for talking sense, passion, love, and inspiration into me; Bap Kennedy for digging my tunes and for every song you ever wrote; Paul Clark for “Down At The Whistle Stop” and your kindness toward me, Allan Aguirre for the long conversations and encouragement; Hector and Jennifer Velarde the Eternal Gypsys, Louie Delgado for being my mentor, leader, and my friend; Rick Hutcherson for the hard work and making the wares that I peddle; Bruce Neher for your masterful mastering; Mark, Gus, and John down at Guitar Tex for being the quintessential guitar shop and for helping me so much; Calvary New Life you are my family; and to everyone who is holding this in their hands, reading, listening...
Thank you.

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Songs born out of trial and triumph, Balla Dear explores the dichotomy of the human condition, the physical and the spiritual. From deep in the heart of central Arkansas, Balla Dear muses in the medium of Southern Folk, Country Gospel, and Folk Ballad. The themes are evident; peace and solace amidst one's own undoing. Sacrificial love is by far the greatest gift among men. ... more

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