More New Lyrics

Hey folks,

Here are the lyrics to a few more songs we've written recently.

Hometown Boy used to sound like a video game soundtrack, but now it's a little more rock-and-roll. Garbage Can is silly, but sometimes it's good to write something that's a little ridiculous. Finster takes its name from the Rev. Howard Finster, who built Paradise Gardens, and is based on some ideas I got while visiting that place, and while reading "Surprised by Hope," by N.T. Wright.

- Aaron

Hometown Boy

Crossing over 75 on Decatur Street
I look at all the yellow and red lights below and I muse:
I'm not jealous of you.

Night began its descent while I was still indoors,
But thanks to all the beautiful street lights, it never gets dark,
No, sir, not in Grant Park!

When I'm old, I will live far away,
But I'll recall these as the good ol' days.
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy."

Wave at strangers from the front porch where I smoke with my friends,
Sitting, talking all of these things I thought I couldn't say,
But they're okay.

When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good ol' days.
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy."

Brand New Garbage Can

I've got a brand new garbage can,
Brilliant and silver, spick and span,
Keeping it clean, yeah, that's the plan,
Not trashing this one.

Girl, get your garbage out of here.
Or do I need to make myself clear?
Have you ever held something dear?
Now I've got something.

Something so beautiful and bright,
I just want to keep it that way
Don't want to let you down, no,
I don't want you going through my trash tonight.

If you're coming over to my place,
I'm going to need to clear some space.
Garbage collects at a disgusting pace,
You wouldn't believe it.

Maybe I need to change my ways,
Maybe I'll say this was just a phase,
Maybe I just need a few more days,
Maybe  won't change.


Something so beautiful and bright,
I just want to keep it that way
Don't want to let you down, no,
I don't want you going through my trash tonight.
Don't want to meet you in this light,
I just want to do the right thing,
But it's so difficult, no,
I don't want you going through my trash tonight.

Finster

Found a corpse
Lying prostrate on the floor,
In the corner of a store
In my small town.
Showed around
A photograph of what I'd found,
Went from door to door,
But no one knew his name.

Odd remarks,
"I ran into him in the dark,"
"Saw him sleeping in the park,"
"He was a frightening man,"
"He used to stand
On the corner and make grandiose
Displays like, 'Hark!
The Lord is on His way!'"

So I buried him in my garden,
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him.

His new home
Is a concrete catacomb
Of mosaic glass and bones,
In artistic dissaray,
It's a display
That will not pass away,
'Til the Lord rolls back the stone
When He returns one day.

As he waits
For resurrection day,
I've put his words on plates
And hung them from the trees.
Hopefully,
All the folks in town will see
I built my will on his fate,
And made something beautifully.

So I buried him in my garden,
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him,
As he turns to rot,
He'll preach what God hath wrought,
And never be forgotten.