Current Tunage: mewithoutYou – C-Minor
One of my favourite mwY songs – in no small part due to the lush horn section.

Some lyrics from the fourth and soon-coming mewithoutYou record have surfaced. Here’s one song, which I’ve already taken a shining to. Note that they’re rough because they’re leaked and based on someone’s transcription (which means there’s definitely been some mis-heard words).

“a Stick, a Carrot & String” by mewithoutYou

The Horse’s hay beneath his head
Our Lord was born to a manger bed
Then all whose wells run dry,
Could drink of His supply

To keep him warm, the Sheep drew near,
So grateful for his coming here:
You come… with verses of grace,
Come to take my place?

The Donkey whispered in his ear:
Child, in thirty-some-odd years,
You’ll ride someone who looks like me (untriumphantly)

While the Cardinals warbled a joyful song:
He’ll make right what man made wrong!
Bringing low the hills that the valley might be filled!
Then, Child
Asked the Birds,
Well, aren’t they lovely words we sing?

The tiny Baby lay there
Without saying anything.

At a distance stood a mangy Goat
With crooked teeth and a masked coat,
Weary eyes and worn, chipped & twisted horns
Thinking:
Maybe I’ll make friends some day

With the Cows in the pews and the Rambouillets
But for now I’ll keep away -
I’ve got nothing smart to say

…but there’s a sign on the barn in the Cabbagetown:

WHEN THE RAIN PICKS UP
AND THE SUN GOES DOWN,
SINNER, COME INSIDE!
WITH NO MONEY, COME AND BUY
NO CLEVER TALK NOR GIFT TO BRING
REQUIRES OUR LOWLY, LOVELY KING
COME, ALL EMPTY-HANDED
YOU DON’T NEED ANYTHING ELSE

The night was cool and clear as glass
With a sneaking Snake in the garden grass
Deep cried out to Deep,
The Disciples, fast asleep
The snake peeked up when he heard You ask:

If You’re willing that this cup might pass
I could find my way back home,
Maybe have a family all my own… but
Does not the Father guide the Son?
Not my will but Yours be done!
What else here to do?
What else here but You?

And the Snake who’d held the world,
A stick, a carrot and a string
Was crushed beneath the Foot of
Your not wanting
Anything