I have spent many, many days and nights along the Gulf Coast -- playing music. Sailing and swimming. Catching crabs,  walking the sand. Smelling the decay and renewal, the salt and the funk of that grand geospheric cathedral. I worked a shrimp boat out on that water and have often wondered how many nautical miles I was from the Deep Horizon spill that befouled the sacred sea. 

From that tangible holiness, that mystery and reverence, that swoon and sweat comes "Lifted."

Many thanks to Claire Campbell for her high priestess vocals on this. Also Dede Vogt on slinky bass and Brandon Bush on spooky piano.






The stick the stone the flesh and the bone

the mighty mighty power of the great unknown

the sky the mud the breath and the blood

I am lifted



I wore a cross of gold around my neck for years

thinkin' it would drive away my doubts and fears

and tho' I did not get relief or find redemption

I found some pleasure in sins I will not mention





Day after day I took a vow of silence

to cleanse my mouth from spoken acts of violence  

and tho' I did not purify a single word

I cannot believe all the things I overheard




Would I be saved or sanctified in the name of love

measured by all below or up above

would I account and explain for my every thought and my action

or is every moment perfect satisfaction




So who or what is the measure of all that's holy

who or what is bathed in the light of the glory glory

and when and where will it all be reconciled

so we walk it step by step and mile by mile