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The Story of Loght Lyrics
John the Revelator
Well who’s that writin’?
John the Revelator
Who’s that writin’?
John the Revelator
Who’s that writin’?
John the Revelator
The book of the sevenseals
Tell me what’s John writin’?
Ask the Revelator
What’s John writin’?
Ask the Revelator
What’s John writin’?
Ask the Revelator
The book of the seven seals
Well, ooh ooh, why me, thousands cried holy
Bound for some, Son of our God
Daughter of Zion, Judah the Lion
He redeemeth, and bought us with his blood
John the Revelator, great advocator
Gets ‘em on the battle of Zion
Lord, tellin’ the story,
risin’ in glory Cried, “Lord, don’t you love some I”
Well who’s that writin’?
John the Revelator
Who’s that writin’?
John the Revelator
Who’s that writin’?
John the Revelator
The book of the sevenseals
Tell me what’s John writin’?
Ask the Revelator
What’s John writin’?
Ask the Revelator
What’s John writin’?
Ask the Revelator
The book of the seven seals
Well, Moses to Moses,
watchin’ the flock
Saw the bush where he had to stop
God told Moses, “Pull off your shoes
Out of the flock, baby, it’s you I choose”
Tears of the angels,
burnin’ down the heavens
Rainin’ for the love of Christ
Bound for glory,
I’m telling the story
This here’s The Story of Light
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Book of the Seven Seals
O tell me, who is that writin’?
John the Revelator
O tell me, who is that writin’?
John the Revelator
O tell me, who is that writin’?
John the Revelator
Writin’ in the book of seven seals
O tell me, what is he writin’? ‘
Bout the Revelation
O tell me, what is he writin’?
‘Bout the Revelation
O tell me, what is he writin’?
‘Bout the Revelation Writin’
in the book of seven seals
When John looked over Calvary’s hill
Heard a rumblin’ like a chariot wheel
Well, tell us, John, what did you see?
I saw a beast rising from the sea!
Tell me, who is that writin’?
John the Revelator
O tell me, who is that writin’?
John the Revelator
O tell me, who is that writin’?
John the Revelator
Writin’ in the book of seven seals
O tell me, what is he writin’?
‘Bout the Revelation
O tell me, what is he writin’?
‘Bout the Revelation
O tell me, what is he writin’?
‘Bout the Revelation
Writin’ in the book of the seven seals
Talk to us, John!
What’s the good news?
The crippled can walk
The dumb are singin’ the blues (oh)
John, in the graveyard, whad’ya see?
The dead are dancin’ all around me
O tell us, who is writin’?
Tell us, who is writin’? (etc.)
Time for revelation and for jubilation
Tell us what you’re writin’
Read it to us, John!
Well, just tell it in your book, John (in that book, John)
Well, just tell it in your book, John (in that book, John)
J-John, write it down for us in that book
Well, just tell it in your precious book, John
J-John, write it down for us in that book
Well, just tell it in your precious book, John
J-John, write it down for us in that book
Well, just tell it in your precious book, John
J-John, write it down for us in that book
Well, just tell it in your precious book, John
Well, just tell it in that book of seven seals, John!
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No More Amsterdam
The more that I see, the less I know
And this time, that’s not what I need
I waver between
Go on or just let go
But holding on
Is what I’m used to
When I’m in an undertow
Cote du Rhone
Or the airport courtesy phone
Tell the fortune you’re building
Why did you build out of cards
What I should have built of stone
But now my plane’s at the gate and boarding
And I can’t do this thing alone unless there’s
No More Amsterdam
You made me what I am
And I can’t pay in kind
When something precious always ends up left behind
Old ways lift and pull
Whole days left half full
Claimed I didn’t mind
Later
And when it’s all done
When you’ve had your fun
And the smoke lingers on
Burning off beside the paper crown
I put it back on and see how it goes
And wear the lie
As if it had the power to carry you home
And there you are in the hotel bar
Gone
Holding diamonds you traded
Watching the friend who
Once was a paragon
Coming undone
But now my plane’sat the gate and boarding
And once I hear those engines roaring, there’ll be
No More Amsterdam
You made me what I am
And I can’t pay in kind
When something precious always ends up left behind
Old ways lift and pull (and I can’t stay honest)
Whole days left half full
I claimed I didn’t mind
The more that I see, the less I know.
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