Xanga Archive

So to anyone who i talked you monday night or yesterday… everything is very much better now.

Also, for anyone who doesn’t know, Derek Webb is no longer in Caedmon’s Call, hence his extremely small role on their most recent album (they were all aware of the fact that he would be leaving soon after it). However, he has a solo project coming out on March 25th, which I just pre-ordered earlier today. Anyway, I have an mp3 of one of the songs… and I like it… so here are the lyrics.. oh yeah, and you can hear 30 second clips of all the songs, or download the mp3 that I have, by going here. Note that these lyrics aren’t official or anything… there’s one line I’m not real sure on, but everything else sounds right.

Oh yeah, and if you are in MD you may see me as early as tomorrow night. I’m still hoping it will become like 70 degrees there within the next day or so…. adjusting from my present 80 to your present 25 will not be fun ;). Oh well.

“if you could love me as a wife
and for my wedding get your life
should that be all i’ll ever need
or is there more i’m looking for?

and should i read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
to make me handsome, rich, and wise
is that really what you want?

cuz i am a whore i do confess
i put you on just like a wedding dress
and run down the aisle
run down the aisle

i’m a prodigal with no way home
i put you on just like a ring of gold
and i run down the aisle
run down the aisle
to you.

so could you love this bastard child
though i don’t trust you to provide
with one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in your side

cuz i am so easily satisfied
and the call of a lover so less wild
that i would take a little cash
over your very flesh and blood

cuz i am a whore i do confess
i put you on just like a wedding dress
and run down the aisle
run down the aisle

i’m a prodigal with no way home
i put you on just like a ring of gold
and i run down the aisle
run down the aisle
to you.

cuz money cannot buy
a husband’s jealous eye
when you have knowingly decieved his wife

so i am a whore i do confess
i put you on just like a wedding dress
and run down the aisle
run down the aisle

i’m a prodigal with no way home
i put you on just like a ring of gold
and i run down the aisle
run down the aisle
to you.”

-“Wedding Dress,” by Derek Webb