This is a very simple song of confession.

Enter In

Where You Are

Broken Dam

Easy to Settle

Something I Don't Already Know

Behold the Goodness of Our Lord (Psalm 133)

Lyrics:

Hold me 
cradle me
in your arm 
so I can be free

I found myself in darkness
low and uncreative to unwind
then that gospel intervened 
to give me a view and a wife

No darkness anymore
I'm blinded by the light
I squeeze my hands together
and believe with all my might

Blinded By The Light

CRC Psalter Hymnal
Text: Psalm 38; Helen Otte 1985
Melody: Hesperian Harp, 1848; harm. Louise McAllister 1958

Rebuke Me Not In Anger Lord (Psalm 38)

Baby, Baby, I'm on my knees
Beggin' God to see your need
It's been a while since you've been to church
Hope what I said didn't leave you hurt

God forgive me 
In my mind I sin
Pretty blue eyes 
and soft, white skin

Paul says in Corinthians
get hitched if your prone to give in
but when I open my mouth
all my words come fumbling' out

...maybe we can get to-getha'

Baby, Baby

My Car In Your House

I chose to make a traditional break up song, and of course you have to burn those pictures.  The problem is that modern technology makes it easy to get rid of photos.  A click of a button and they're gone.  But I still want to burn those pics!

Burning Pictures Of You

Let Me In The House Now

Take My Money

This is a rough track, version two of Fat Rico's Bleached Dreams.  Fat Rico AKA Terra Jaqualyn wrote the music and lyrics.   

Bleached Dreams (Fat Rico) Version 2

This is a rough track, version two of Fat Rico's Bleached Dreams. Fat Rico AKA Terra Jaqualyn wrote the music and lyrics.

Bleached Dreams (Fat Rico) Version 2M

Hard start lovers 
but we have great covers
and an album and a band
we're playing for the future
We're not rock losers
WE're goina' stick it to the man

It's no riot stop living
We're stepping out baby
Won't you come and take my hand
You chose me honey
I'm a punk star you know
Won't you come and take my hand

Crowd is thinning
Our money's missing
The future's in the cloud
Our van needs tires
My synth needs wires
And we're sitting home alone


Nik Wight

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