I Won't Follow Ben Gibbard into the Dark EP

by Cameron DeWhitt with Jon Roberts

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released 27 January 2012
Cameron DeWhitt: banjo, voice
Jon Roberts: cornet, voice

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tags: acoustic cameron dewhitt folk foxglove inc. jazz jon roberts banjo stories Philadelphia

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Track Name: Blessings, Brother Joseph
Driving into the parking lot, sharing my heart with my brother, Joseph.
Choking on the sounds, tugging at the sore parts for my brother, Joseph.
What awaits you at the shore line? We can find it in the valley.
Keeping you at arm's length before you depart breaks my heart. Forgive me, Brother Joseph.

Fidgeting in the driver's seat of my car next to Brother Joseph.
Trying to talk in a steady voice is proving hard with my brother, Joseph.
God has called you to the Far East, but with you gone where will he send me?
You're tearing up my roots by traveling so far, but I trust your heart. Blessings, Brother Joseph.

Shedding tears and clasping hands in my car with my brother, Joseph.
Standing in the rain where we are parked, holding Brother Joseph.
Laughing at our cliched romance, sober with the short-lived closeness.
Sharing you with the world is a good start for my selfish heart. Go change it, Brother Joseph.
Track Name: When Your Soul Embarks
When I was younger, I wanted someone to share a tragic death with me
'cause love was dark pit. When I hadn't met you yet,
I thought God was shoveling dirt on me.
I'd have followed anyone into the dark those days,
but I got my knuckles bruised, anyway.

Your widower grandfather was missing his lover. He spent eight months as a bachelor
making his mind up. Well, he chose to stay with us
when he found a woman to share his love.
He was justified to wander into the dark those days,
but he chose to stay behind, anyway.

Love of mine, someday you will die and I may or may not be close behind
or far ahead of you. Just know that I love you,
and I'll follow as far as I'm meant to.
But I won't swear to follow you into the dark that day.
If fear is the heart of love, then here I'll stay.
Track Name: Peace Song
"Lord, Make Us Instruments of Your Peace" we sang.
The vibraphone, it rang the dissonant chords arranged
to unsettle the way we think about peace.
"It's not an easy thing," I remember thinking.
Well, it'll take more than a couple altered chords,
and it may well take much more before I make my mind up.
'Cause, now that I'm living for myself as well as someone else,
I have more than I'll give up.

"Lord, Make Us Instruments of Your Peace" I prayed
when I heard my father say, "Measure your love this way:
not by whether you would die for your lover,
but if you would make another die in place of her."
Well, it took more than a few words from my dad
to take stock in what I had, now I can't make my mind up.
'Cause, now that I'm living for myself as well as someone else,
I have more than I'll give up.

"Lord, Make Us Instruments of Your Peace" rings out,
the court room silence, loud. Your mother makes a vow,
"I forgive you for this thing you have done,
for taking my husband from me, my daughter, and sons."
Well, it'll take more than a drunk man in his car
and a family full of scars for me to make my mind up.
'Cause, now that I'm living for myself as well as someone else,
I have more than I'll give up.
Track Name: Birds of the Air
"Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sew nor reap,
nor gather food in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them,"
when he's not watching them fall.

On Highway 8, I saw your friend, so I swerved around and hit you instead.
You lay there, on the ground, still making breathing sounds.
I chose to take your life away.
"Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sew nor reap,
nor gather food in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them,"
when he's not watching them fall.

In David's room, he watched you die. Your heart sped up, then stopped marking time.
You lay there, on the ground. You made no breathing sounds.
You had to give your life away.
"Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sew nor reap,
nor gather food in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them,"
when he's not watching them fall.

I never met you, but through your sons, and daughter, beautiful, whose heart I've won.
They tell your stories, friend. They've survived your absence,
but fathers weren't meant to die that way.
"Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sew nor reap,
nor gather food in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them,"
when he's not watching them fall.

"Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sew nor reap,
nor gather food in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them,"
when he's not watching them fall.
Track Name: Adventure Song
I wish I could say the nightmares have gone away,
that when our heads rest in one bed I soundly sleep and gently wake.
I wish you could quell the terrors that shake my faith,
but with you here, there's more to fear. When I'm alone there's less at stake.
Now I see the rift between what I want and what I need might never cease expanding.
So if you'll help me pack my things, we'll venture through this valley and ford the rivers, winding.

I wish I could match your feelings with sympathy.
You've tried explaining what's to gain by spending your time crying.
I wish I could understand but it's beyond me:
though my heart's cold through, I will hold you. You can have my body heat.
Now you see the rift between what you want and what you need might never cease expanding.
But I will help you pack your things, we'll venture through this valley and ford the rivers, winding.

I wish we could say the sex has come easily,
that we've been Venus and Adonis, basking in our ecstacy.
I wish we could say we've earned the looks and the winks
to the extent that they were meant. We're not there, but we're trying.
Now we see the rift between what we want and what we need might never cease expanding.
So let's sit down and pack our things, we'll venture through this valley and ford the rivers, winding.