I Need Words – David Crowder Band (guitar tab)

I’ve been playing / meditating on this song recently. I hate to sound passé… but what these older, mellower DC*B songs lack in energy and intensity, they make up for in honest, heart-wrenching vocals and pure acoustic accompaniment.

And also, no one out there has tabbed it correctly so I thought I’d take a stab at it.

I Need Words
David Crowder Band
tabbed by jerry (remmeh@gmail.com)

Tuning: EAEEBe

Intro
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Verse
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I need words                         as wide as sky
I need language large as             this longing inside
I need a voice                       bigger than mine
I need a song to sing You            that I've yet to find

Chorus
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I need You                          oh I need You

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I need You                          oh I need You

Outro
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to be here now

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to be here now                       to hear me now

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to hear me now

 

Also… emacs rules for editing guitar tablature.

found on the interwebs, quoted out of context:

Marc: well i asked them to chop up the fingers

when God weeps

reading Boy Meets Girl and here’s something I’d like to share with you… something I think everyone should read.

“Let’s gaze on it (the Cross) together. As we draw close, don’t assume that you already know or understand what happened there. Come to the Cross as if for the first time. In the book When God Weeps, Steven Estes and Joni Eareckson Tada give the following account of Christ’s death. As you read, refuse to let the scene be familiar. Let its reality shock you and break your heart.

The face that Moses had begged to see – was forbidden to see – was slapped bloody (Exodus 33:19-20). The thorns that God had sent to curse the earth’s rebellion now twisted around his own brow…

“On your back with you!” One raises a mallet to sink in the spike. But the soldier’s heart must continue pumping as he readies the prisoner’s wrist. Someone must sustain the soldier’s life minute by minute, for no man has the power on his own. Who supplies breath to his lungs? Who gives energy to his cells? Who holds his molecules together? Only by the Son do “all things hold together” (Colossians 1:17). The victim wills that the soldier live on – he grants the warriors continued existence. The man swings.

As the man swings, the Son recalls how he and the Father first designed the medial nerve of the human forearm – the sensations it would be capable of. The design proves flawless – the nerves perform exquisitely. “Up you go!” They lift the cross. God is on display in his underwear and can scarcely breathe.

But these pains are a mere warm-up to his other and growing dread. He begins to feel a foreign sensation. Somewhere during this day an unearthly foul odor began to waft, not around his nose, but his heart. He feels dirty. Human wickedness starts to crawl upon his spotless being – the living excrement from our souls. The apple of his Father’s eye turns brown with rot.

His Father! He must face his Father like this!

From Heaven the Father now rouses himself like a lion disturbed, shakes his mane, and roars against the shriveling remnant of a man hanging on a cross. Never has the Son seem the Father look at him so, never felt even the least of his hot breath. But the roar shakes the unseen world and darkens the visible sky. The Son does not recognise these eyes.

“Son of Man! Why have you behaved so? You have cheated, lusted, stolen, gossiped – murdered, envied, hated, lied. You have cursed, robbed, overspent, overeaten – fornicated, disobeyed, embezzled, and blasphemed. Oh, the duties you have shirked, the children you have abandoned! Who has ever so ignored the poor, so played the coward, so belittled my name? Have you ever held your razor tongue? What a self-righteous, pitiful drunk – you, who molest young boys, peddle killer drugs, travel in cliques, and mock your parents. Who gave you the boldness to rig elections, foment revolutions, torture animals, and worship demons? Does the list never end! Splitting families, raping virgins, acting smugly, playing the pimp – buying pornography, accepting bribes. You have burned down buildings, perfected terrorist tactics, founded false religions, traded in slaves – relishing each morsel and bragging about it all. I hate, loathe this things in you! Disgust for everything about you consumes me! Can you not feel my wrath?”

Of course the Son is innocent. He is blamelessness itself. The Father knows this. But the divine pair have an agreement, and the unthinkable must now take place. Jesus will be treated as if personally responsible for every sin ever committed.

The Father watches as his heart’s treasure, the mirror image of himself, sinks drowning into raw, liquid sin. Jehovah’s stored rage against humankind for every century explodes in a single direction.

” Father! Father! Why have you forsaken me?!”

But heaven stops its ears. The Son stares up at the One who cannot, who will not, reach down or reply.

The Trinity had planned it. The Son endured it. The Spirit enabled him. The father rejected the Son whom he loved. Jesus, the God-man from Nazareth, perished. The Father accepted his sacrifice for sin and was satisfied. The Rescue was accomplished.

Don’t move to quickly from this scene. Keep gazing.

The Rescue accomplished here was for you. John Scott writes, “Before we can begin to see the cross as something done for us (leading us to faith and worship), we have to see it as something done by us (leading us to repentance) … As we face the cross, then, we can say to ourselves both ‘I did it; my sins sent Him there,’ and ‘He did it; His love took Him there.’”

Did you see your own offense on the list of sins that necessitated the Cross? If not, name them yourself. Name your darkest sin. Now reflect on the fact that Christ bore the punishment for that sin. He took the punishment you deserved. Do you feel His passionate and specific love for you? He died for you. He was condemned and cursed so that you could go free – He was forsaken by God so that you would never be forsaken (Hebrews 13:5).”

(I was lazy and copied it from here, I hope they’re okay with it.)

Let my mouth do the listening.

I wanted to share with you how God’s been speaking to me lately.

He’s been telling me to stop speaking.

First it was Joshua Harris’ Boy Meets Girl, in a section slyly titled “What To Do With Your Lips”:

Principle #2: Your ears are your most important communication tools.
Often, the best thing we can do with our lips is to keep them sealed.
God gave people two ears and one mouth because he wants us to listen twice as much as we talk.

And then I discovered this new female electropop artist, Lights. Lights is really, really good. Imagine Owl City… as a woman. Even Owl City likes Lights. Lights has a new album coming out October 6 entitled The Listening. The title track on the CD goes like this:

can I let the trees do the talking?
can I let the ground do the walking
can I let the sky fill what’s missing
can I let my mouth do the listening?

And then today, September 17, I was reading the proverb-of-the-day and I read this:

Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise;
when he closes his lips, he is deemed intelligent.

Proverbs 17:28

Listen twice as much as I speak. I’m gonna have to cut this short.

I’ve crossed over.

The unmistakable and infallible wisdom of the internet has spoken:

2 for 2. I’ve crossed over to extraversion.

my blog and Twitter: not biffles

Sadly, I’ve largely abandoned my post here at my blog. It’s not that I don’t have anything to blog about, though. My mind is perpetually filled with random, disorganized thought. Think of it as a modified game of Plinko (remember that?) where you drop the… round thing into a tube and it makes its way into one of several bins.

A blog post happens when one of those bins ends up being too full, and writing will be my way of processing and emptying that bin. Sometimes the $1000 bin fills up and you get a nice, quality post. Once in a very long while, the $10000 bin seems to be overflowing and then you get an epic post like this.

But at the same time, you can just as easily fill up a $0 bin… and make a post out of that. Those are usually thrown to the wayside, forgotten and run over by the storms of people that flock to your blog for one of those $10000 posts.

What’s the point? …maybe blogging is like a game of Plinko.

But the real culprit here is Twitter; truly, madly, deeply, I blame you.

Instead of waiting for those bins to fill up and overflow in a series of merely-acceptable blogposts, each bin is emptied as soon as one of those… round things (what are they called?!) falls in. And a tweet is born.

As a result, the currently favored method of relieving my repressed narcissism is no longer a well-thought post on my blog. These individual plinks (maybe that’s what you call them!) don’t have time to coalesce themselves into a well-written, interesting, informative, and slightly cynical series of paragraphs.

They are instead smattered into an unorganized, chaotic cesspool, known to us as Twitter.

Thank goodness.

A starbucks haiku. (in Derek’s honor)

starbucks iced coffee.
a tall… is not tall… at all.
…it is rather small.

ma po tofu.

sure it looks amazing, but it’s wayyyyyyyy too spicy. my stomach is paying the ultimate price.

[recipe]

I omitted the… chicken broth, salted black beans (where can i find this?!), substituted ground beef for ground pork, and substituted black pepper for szechuan pepper. And roughly doubled the recipe.

i’ll fix it next time, i promise.

Not my own.

I picked up (er, downloaded. off iTunes!) Owl City’s new album, Ocean Eyes, Tuesday morning at 12:01am. Yes, I stayed up and waited. I can safely say that if you’ve enjoyed any of Owl City’s previous airy, expansive melodies about the mystical tides and oceans from landlocked Minnesota, you’re going to love Ocean Eyes.

Plenty of happy, get-up-and-dance songs like Rainbow Veins and Hello Seattle (actually, Hello Seattle is on the new album. Twice. That’s how good it is.) from their old albums show their faces in Cave In and Dental Care (a happy, upbeat song about going to the dentist!). But there’s a good, sobering dose of reality too.

Track 7, a slow, heartfelt song entitled Meteor Shower. It’s a very quick song, lasting only 2 minutes 14 seconds, and everyone I’ve talked to about it says it ends much too soon. But it’s clearly the standout powerful and solemn track on an otherwise uplifting CD. The lyrics go,

I can finally see,
That you’re right there beside me,

I am my not own,
For I have been made new,
Please don’t let me go,
I desperately need you (x2)

And I was immediately reminded of 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 (I had to look it up… I’m not that good):

Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.

And of 2 Corinthians 5:17:

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.

If Christ has truly paid the price for my sin and spared me from death, then I am truly not my own any longer; I cannot live for myself. I owe my life to Him who has redeemed for me, and I live for him. I exist to bring Him glory.

I am a new creation. I do not live for myself or for the world any longer, but only for Him.

And we very so desperately need God if we’re living for Him and only Him.

thoughts on the new place

So I’m finally a Newtonite… and I’ve spent 3 nights there already.

Still no roommate (yet). Maybe he’s just giving me an extra day to change all the locks. Or I could look into subletting. But maybe not.

some quotes from visitors (yes! i haven’t even spent a week here and i’ve had visitors already!):
“wowwww…. this place is nice.”
“you have really huge windows.”
“do i have to take my shoes off?”
…YES.

My commute to work is now 18 miles, 20 minutes, one-way, even in constant 40mph traffic. Don’t ask me how that works out mathematically, it just doesn’t.

I’ve visited the Target in Watertown at least 6-7 times in the last few days, spending a truly absurd amount of money. No single item has cost more than $25.

We currently have (at least!) 16 place settings worth of knives, spoons, forks, plates, bowls, mugs, etc… but we only have a single pair of chopsticks. They’re disposable bamboo chopsticks I got from a takeout place, and they’re in the dishwasher right now.

I saw what I thought was 32 rolls of toilet paper in the closet. So of course I went to go buy 8 rolls of paper towels. We now have 24 rolls of paper towels, probably enough to last us two years.

We have a white-beige-brown-black color theme going on. So if you can’t stand adjacent swatches of brown and black, you have been forewarned.

I wanted to bake cookies yesterday, so I had to go out and buy flour, white sugar, light brown sugar, oatmeal, raisins, butter, eggs, baking soda, cinnamon, salt, vanilla extract, cookie sheets, parchment paper, measuring cups, measuring spoons, a spatula, and an electric hand mixer. Basically everything you need to make cookies, literally from scratch. We have NOTHING.

My closet space is currently not very efficiently utilized. It bothers me.

I received a gift of hand soap the other day. I am very grateful.