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Beyond the Word

by Camp Christopher

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1.
An Offering 04:13
I am offering, what is left of me Two legs that hardly stand, and a heart that's faltering. I'm waiting for a song to sing, Waiting for a song to sing I'm waiting. In each day I wait, in each night I turn I don't want to decide, something I've not yet learned. I'm waiting for a word to say, Waiting to be shown the way, I'm waiting. When days get long and nights get longer, I begin to lose my sleep. If I'm still here by next October, Take me to the road that leads me to a place where I can wander. It may not be next week, it may not be next year But this is not my home, and I cannot stay here So show me where the road begins, and where it falls and rises again, I'll follow. And even when my fear sets in, and it's hard to find my way within a shadow...
2.
Beatrice 04:44
Oh my love, she calls to me In my deepest sleep she roams for me emerging from the rain her song plays within the plague of my uncertainty from the northern winter sun shines a light that cannot warm but she takes my hand and leads steady toward the storm, to sing Oh my love, she calls to me In the empty streets no sound is heard no messages to warn us, the pointing signs refuse to say a word and it seems that I must travel to endure the quiet observation brings no cure to me Oh my love, oh my love, she calls to me In the quiet night her voice can ring summoning me back to hear the words that have convinced me of my wandering but I can’t turn back if the way’s been blocked to me as silence proves us weak I find no peace, until she sings Oh my love, she calls to me
3.
Fear of Love 04:25
drive out my fear of love drive out my fear cause something must be done and it can’t be done were we all dead at the morning light were we all dead at dawn shaking my head at a stranger to the daylight shaking my head for fun drive out my fear of love drive out my fear cause something must be done and it can’t be done hold on my dearest one hold on my dear when it finally comes you will surely hear when in darkness you conceived and in winter bore the fruit did you think that you’d behaved untrue crooked we stand in an open field crooked we rise from the ground shaking our hands through the restlessness and nodding our heads in the wind nodding our heads in the wind
4.
Coming at me from the sky above a holy and disruptive kind of love not a sign or warning there to heed my weighty words are longing for the ground was this some unsettled grudge left from before I learned my lesson at my birth whether it was there or not I hope that someone would have gotten here ahead of me to clear the way Men come to me and tell me what is lost tardy warnings say that I should count the cost they say that man shall reap what he has sown if to say that I must face this on my own Can the forest of such words do more than leave a man to wander in the dark? While the shadows keep their watch could there be someone who had gotten here ahead of me to clear a way? three in the morning, I can’t sleep With all my thoughts unresolved the clock doesn’t listen, it does not speak but to prod my time along reminding me that there is no way out Picking up my coat off of the floor she speaks in silence and in silence shuts the door comfort’s only comfort if it’s true yet her comfort bears the weight of what I’ve been through In the stillness of her peace I hear the voice of all that needs to be ignored and before her searching eyes I learn the dying that it takes to find your way again beyond the word
5.
Well I thought I was just dreamin’ I thought it was a dream til I saw you drawin’ closer in to me and my words are not an answer my words say nothing known but a nod to what has already been shown it’s a simple cemetery song that rights you when your rights are wrong and takes you where you more than might belong and though it may be rather long, you hate it, but it must go on to carry you from night into the dawn Well I thought you were my freedom You said you’d offered more ‘til I came and just as soon you shut the door And so if nothing is above us and you’re only what you are it’s a shame that I’ve been brought so very far Because the more I try to pierce the skies the water falls to flood my eyes and leave me here to wait upon the tides But it’s then I finally see a spark a light against this room so dark saying what you know will never give you sight Oh it’s easier than breathing to tell you what to do and pretend that I’ve got privileged access to the truth and I’ll soon forget your features and I’ll forget your name And you’ll only be the object of my blame Because nothing that I’ve done so far has silenced me or made me scar I’ve only come to tell you who you are so stop me when I start to speak, my words are strong my soul is weak I’m waiting for the day that I can bear a silent plea Oh I thought I had a new heart I thought it was my own til I saw you and no sooner turned to run and so my time is not worth saving and there’s nothing I can do but frantically to wait patiently for you Even with all of these secrets known there’s somewhere that I’m still alone Rejoicing and despairing all in one And it’s not because I never try, I do my friend and that is why I only walk the land and not the water, or the sky
6.
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7.
Wind and snow blow cold and bitter, longer than most men can bear to know rising off the northern waters, piercing through the cracks beside the door woken by the breath of the morning, and driven from your home and it will not stop And it's shaking the walls of my enclosure so I must continue on thrust out while the sun is silent out to where the howling winds still roar when the skies come wrap around you will you have the courage to endure? only what you've seen from a distance you carry with you now when it will not stop And it's shaking the walls of my enclosure so I must continue on ice recedes to cold black pavement soon they say that too will surely melt underneath you’ll find a thousand tongues who still have stories they must tell they alone can stop all the questions: why this must go on why it will not stop And it's shaking the walls of my enclosure until the wildfires come
8.
Well every conversation reveals a great divide between the ones who’ve lived a little, and those who’ve stayed inside and it takes no deep discernment, to realize how you’ve spent your time but til you get past your fear of being wrong, you’ll never be right wake up feeling lonely and wonder what it’s like to awake in a total strangers arms in the middle of the night and it seems that the more that you fight it draws you closer to giving it a try but til you get past your fear of being wrong you’ll never be right deep within your chambers you give a heavy sigh for you know some misbehavior could cost your very life and you feel the accusations even though you’ve never stood on trial but til you get past your fear of being wrong you’ll never be right well in this inquisition, still I can’t decide if it’s best to just go on with my living even when it causes strife but there is no easy answer, cause my heart won’t recognize my mind o take me past my fear of being wrong that I may be alright no take me past my fear of being wrong to give away my life
9.
The Ark 06:24
Well I have nothing to tell you that is I have no advice to give and when I cross that line I'll ask you only that you would forgive cause I'm a kind of Captain Ahab I've leveraged everything I own just to sail into the open for a chance to find my way back home, but not alone cause you can't go by yourself and just hope all will turn out well I once was scared of my footsteps whenever I heard them in the hall they lead me daily to the shower and lead me straight out through the wall and you know it tends to make me upset whenever I look a bit to close at that scar upon my forehead and the fracture of my nose years ago it came as a collision which left me maimed and slow in a way that I don't yet fully know We left the dock after the sunset cause I feel safest in the night and I've gone through all this trouble but still the coordinates aren't right cause there's no place called "Greetings! California" Perhaps this postcard's not a map so for now our sailing is our pacing until my memory comes back of what I lack and why it's been so clear that we cannot stay here and simply get along So if you see us in the moonlight a silhouette against the stars you may guess that we are lost here but you'll never guess how right you are but our navigator knows this and he knows he's not getting paid until we reach our destination so for now he's going through all the names from Z to A. And back, until he finds, a place held common in our minds, and so he plots a course So now I thank you for your attention and that you've stayed on through the end and if you did and didn't fear us well then I'd gladly call you friend Because many are our number and an invitation stands to all to forgo hope in small adjustments for the sake of a total overhaul the rain still falls as this ark upon the waves counts out the forty days
10.
Let me find my rest in you and lead me out of death take away my heart of fear and save me from myself you have taken me from that desperate comfort and called me from my home you’ve led me to this wilderness leave me not alone You remove the blessings of this world and replace them with yourself but with you is truth and love and joy I can turn nowhere else Though the years may fill with pain and tears and my sight of you go black though I sin and stray and fail to love somehow I can’t turn back And though my strength and health may fail and I can no longer speak Still I sing because you show that you are strong where I am weak So come o lord and fill me til I finally rest in you You’ve established me here in your love o lord What else can I do?

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Produced, recorded, and engineered by
Paul Curreri in Amanda’s Old Room
and by Jeff Romano at Jimmy Dog Studios,
both in Charlottesville, Virginia.
Mixed and Mastered by Jeff Romano

Art by Chris Campanelli and Kaki Dimock
Design by Rachelle Sartini Garner

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released June 15, 2012

Played by:
Chris Campanelli, Paul Curreri, Juliana Daugherty, Matty Metcalfe, Jonathan Mills, Sam Bush, Jeff Romano, Todd Wellons, Guion Pratt, Ryan Calonder

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Camp Christopher Charlottesville, Virginia

Over a year after recording the first note, Camp Christopher is proud to formally announce the completion of it's first album, Beyond the Word. The recordings began with Paul Curreri's veteran hand at the helm, and were later completed at Jeff Romano's Jimmydog Studios. The result is a well honed set of songs that are deeply personal, restless, and permeated with a sense of resolute joy. ... more

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