Caedmon’s Call
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Lyrics
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Words and Music by Aaron Tate
Looking back at the road so far
The journey’s left its share of scars
Mostly from leaving the narrow and straight
Looking back it is clear to me
That a man is more than the sum of his deeds
And how you've made good of this mess I’ve made
Is a profound mystery
Looking back you know
You had to bring me through
All that I was so afraid of
Though I questioned the sky now I see why
Had to walk the rocks to see the mountain view
Looking back I see the lead of love
Looking back I can finally see
How failures bring humility
(I'd rather have wisdom and pain)
Brings me to my knees
(Than be a comfortable fool)
Helps me see my need for thee
Looking back you know
You had to bring me through
All that I was so afraid of
Though I questioned the sky now I see why
Had to walk the rocks to see the mountain view
Looking back I see the lead of love
©1997 Cumbee Road Music
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Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar
Danielle Young: vocals
Derek Webb: acoustic and electric guitar, vocals
Todd Bragg: drums
Aric Nitzberg: bass
Garett Buell: percussion
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
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Words and Music by Derek Webb
When I’m cold and alone all I want is my freedom
A sudden gust of gravity
I stop wailing and kicking
Just to let this water cover me, cover me
Only if I rest my arms, rest my mind
You'll overcome me and swell up around me
With my fighting so vain, with my vanity so fought
I’m rolling over
‘Cause in just the same way
The stream becomes swollen
Swollen with cold up over the ground
When my heart draws close to the close of autumn
Your love abounds
All the time I'm thinking
Wondering how would it be
To breathe in deep
I guess I need to be careful when I ask for a drink
Just might get what I ask for
And I know just what you'd say to me
That's why I don't ask you
What would I ask you?
I'm like a bullheaded boy these days
Crying, my toy’s gone
You're shiny and new
‘Cause in just the same way
The stream becomes swollen
Swollen with cold up over the ground
When my heart draws close to the close of autumn
Your love abounds
Guess I'll drop my anger here
Before I float away
And the chain’s around me
An awful lot of talking
I don't leave you much to say
You didn’t ever leave me
And my greatest fear
Was you'd leave me here
A long time back my feet
Could touch the bottom
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Danielle Young: vocals
Jonatha Brooke: vocals
Joshua Moore: piano
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Words and Music by Derek Webb
So many miles behind
Still I drive with the pedal down
I was off the map hours back
It’s beneath the seat, I think
It’s with two pennies and a match
And something else that I can't remember
But in the time that it would take to fish it out
I’ll be another mile gone
I feel so wrong trying to feel right
In light of all the things I've passed
You'd think that I’d have learned
This is not the land was promised me
Even as far as my eyes can see
I'm so wound up, Lord, I can’t even breathe
And I don't want words
I just want some peace
Some peace, some peace
It seems I've misplaced my faith
Cause it's 11:12 and nothing’s changed
Well, nothing except the channel I'm afraid
And the number there
No, it's the same
Oh and this must be the savior of the month
And what I must have
Where’s the night gone?
‘Cause I'm so tired and out of shape
You've gotta get up
No, but I can’t get up today
‘Cause it's been so long
Since I've felt right
All the rote, rehearsal, proof
You'd think that I'd have learned
This is not the land was promised me
Even as far as my eyes can see
I'm so wound up, Lord, I can’t even breathe
And I don't want words
I just want some peace
Some peace, some peace
Break me, break me, break me, break me
This is not the land was promised me
Gotta get out of bed, get something to read
I got to feed my brother, not my eyes
If not, then I'll be all I despise
This is not the land was promised me
Even as far as my eyes can see
I'm so wound up, Lord, I can’t even breathe
And I don't want words
I just want some peace
Some peace, some peace
© 1995 Niphon, Inc.
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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar
Danielle Young: vocals
Cliff Young: vocals
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
Joshua Moore: electric guitar
Todd Bragg: drums / percussion
Aric Nitzberg: bass
Garett Buell: percussion
Aaron Senseman: electric guitar
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Words and music by Aaron Tate
There’s tarnish on the Golden Rule
And I want to jump from this ship of fools
Show me a place where hope is young
And a people who are not afraid love
This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything
All that I could want
And nothing that I need
This world is making me drunk
On the spirits of fear
So when he says who will go
I am nowhere near
This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything
All that I could want
And nothing that I need
And the least of these
Look like criminals to me
So I leave Christ on the street
This world has held my hand
And has led me into intolerance
But now I’m waking up
And now I’m breaking up
But now I’m making up
For lost time
This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything
All that I could want
And nothing that I need
©1994 Cumbee Road Music
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Danielle Young: vocals
Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar
Derek Webb: acoustic and electric guitar, vocals
Todd Bragg: drums
Aric Nitzberg: bass
Garett Buell: percussion
Joshua Moore: accordion
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
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Words and Music by Derek Webb
I am a bus driver and it’s four in the morning
And I’m pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job
And with many miles behind
Still I’m up at 3:30 to make sure I’m there on time
My car gets me along just fine
To and from the station
But my castle is this Houston Metro bus
My first stop is Ashbury
And the sign’s been gone for years
But the same the people wait
‘Cause they know that I’ll be there
What would you say if I told you that I won’t be by today
Would you say that
I’m just a bus driver and what do I know
I’m just a bus driver and what do I know
I’m just a bus driver and what do I know
I’m always there by 5:15
And lately I’ve been early
Judith likes to be in early to the bank
And she gives me conversation
And a token good for riding
Says she’s happy all alone
And then there’s Charles in retail sales
I hope they pay him well
For the work that young man does
‘Cause I’ve never seen the inside of a custom refrigerator
But I know that he’s the first and last one there
What would you say if I told you that I won’t be by today
Would you say that
I’m just a bus driver and what do I know
I’m just a bus driver and what do I know
I’m just a bus driver and what do I know
And I wonder what they do all day
At their respective works
Suppose they give money and take money away
While I'm just orbiting this town
With the post office my sun
And I’m circling again
I wonder how this world would be
If I was never here
To drive this bus around from Ashbury to Main
I suppose this town would be the same
But with one bus less exhaust
And that bank and retail store
Just wouldn't be the same
But what can I see from the limited confines of my bus driving seat
Only me
And I'm just a bus driver and what do I know
I’m just a bus driver and what do I know
I’m just a bus driver and what do I know
I’m just a bus driver and what do I know
I’m just a bus driver
Well, don't believe that
I’m just a bus driver
Well, down believe that
I’m just a bus driver
No, don’t believe that
We’re all just bus drivers and it's time to go home
©1995 Niphon, Inc.
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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar
Cliff Young: vocals
Danielle Young: vocals
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
Joshua Moore: tack piano, accordion
Todd Bragg: percussion
Aric Nitzberg: bass
Garett Buell: percussion
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Words and Music by Derek Webb
I can’t stop staring at myself
My face reflected in this empty plate
I can’t decide if it’s the devil
Or if it’s just something I ate
‘Cause he’s been down there all morning
Patiently waiting at my gate
He’s throwing rocks at my window
Singing, “hey, won’t you come on out and play with me”
And every day when I get up
I see folks trading in their crowns
For all these paper or plastic lives
An opiate for the masses’ hounds
And pride like a vestige of lives lost
The stench of the old folks coming around
Now with the news I heard today
I can't tell if this world is lost or found
So you go, I’ll be waiting here
And I’m awake, no I cannot sleep
So I'll sit on this rock is you
But I’m not standing up for nothing
I've never seen my congressman
But I can't deny that he exists
‘Cause I’ve seen his legislation pass
And I’ve seen his name on the ballot list
The same, I can’t deny this fallen world
Though not my home it’s where I live
How can I preserve and light the way
For a world that I can't admit I'm in
‘Cause I know who I say you are
But these crows can be made to stop
So I'll sit denying by this fire
But I’m not standing up for nothing
Lack of interest leads to
Lack of knowledge leads to
Lack of perspective leads to
Lack of communication leads to
Lack of understanding leads to
Lack of concern leads to
This complacency denotes
This approval denies the truth
But I can't stop staring at myself
It’s my face reflected in this empty plate
And I know that it's the devil
So you lead and I'll be close behind
So you speak and I’ll hang on your words
You've got to lift me from this hardened tree
‘Cause I’m not standing up for nothing
©1995 Niphon, Inc.
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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar
Danielle Young: vocals
Cliff Young: vocals
Joshua Moore: piano & keyboard
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
Garett Buell: percussion
Todd Bragg: drums
Aric Nitzberg: bass
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Words and Music by Rich Mullins
I will sing for the meek
For those who pray with their very lives for peace
Though they're in chains for a higher call
Their mourning will change into laughter when the nations fall
In spirit poor, In mercy rich
They hunger for Your righteousness
Their hearts refined in the purity
Lord let me shine for them
Lord let me sing
Lord let me shine for them
Lord let me sing
©1990 BMG Songs, INC, ASCAP
Cliff Young: vocals
Danielle Young: vocals
Derek Webb: vocals
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Words and Music by Rich Mullins
I can see Jesus hanging on the cross
I can see Jesus hanging on the cross
I can see Jesus hanging on the cross
He came looking for the lost
And love has come
Love has come
Love has come
And it’s giving me hope to carry on
I can hear Jesus saying “Father forgive”
I can hear Jesus saying “Father forgive”
I can hear Jesus saying “Father forgive”
What a thing He did
And love has come
Love has come
Love has come
And it’s giving me hope to carry on
I can see love
Love is all I want to see
Love can make a beggar rich and set a prisoners free
I know it can do it for you
And God knows it did it for me
I can see love
Love is all I want to show you love
Love’s the only way to go
Love
Love is all a man might need to know
Yes, I know
You know Peter put away his sword
I can see Peter putin’ away his sword
I can see Peter, he put away his sword
He won’t fight no more
And love has come
Love has come
Love has come
And it’s giving me hope to carry on
I gotta carry on
©1990 BMG Songs, INC, ASCAP
Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar
Danielle Young: vocals
Derek Webb: acoustic guitar, vocals
Joshua Moore: electric guitar
Todd Bragg: drums
Aric Nitzberg: bass
Garett Buell: percussion
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
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Words and Music by Derek Webb
I think this place is swell
There’s much familiar here
I get my laundry done
And I get home-cooked meals
When I'm feeling tired
I can turn off all the lights
Ignore the knocking on the door
Pretend I’m not alive, but
Daddy, it’s saturday
And I don't want to go outside
And mow the grass today
Would you love me just as much
If I was just your stupid kid
Oh, could you love me just as much
If I was just your stupid kid
They tell me that I’m bright
Sometimes I think they're right
But I guess I'll never know
‘Cause I won't go outside
Some days it's just so hot
And others it's so cold
Too much exposure to the sun
Would just make me look old, but
Daddy, it’s saturday
And I don't want to go outside
And mow the grass today
Would you love me just as much
If I was just your stupid kid
Oh, could you love me just as much
If I was just your stupid kid
Isn't this Saturday
Sure feels like Saturday
Wake me Saturday
Daddy, it’s Saturday
And my mind wanders off
To things I’ve never seen
Are these walls higher than the cost of opportunity
I’m too big for my bed
And I've outgrown my shoes
But my fears of leaving
Is the one thing I just can't lose
Daddy, it’s saturday
And i don’t want to go outside
And mow the grass today
Would you love me just as much
If I never got a job
And if I never left your house
Would I be of use to you
If I never amounted to much more
Than just your stupid kid
Would I love me just as much
If I was just your stupid kid
©1995 Niphon, Inc.
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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar
Danielle Young: vocals
Cliff Young: vocals
Joshua Moore: electric guitar, dulcitone
Todd Bragg: drums
Jeff Miller: bass
Garett Buell: percussion
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ, electric piano
Acoustic guitar circle: Derek Webb, Scott Brignac, Joshua Moore, Aaron Tate, Danielle Young, Jeff Miller, Cliff Young
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Words and Music by Derek Webb
Though I am small, I’ve seen things far beyond these city walls
The land is flat, it rolls for miles
I don’t know much, I know I’ve many places yet to see
I know I've been here for a while
Wouldn't you know just when I thought I had this figured out
I'm back at my first day of school
Trying not to think too loud, I raise my hand to scratch my head
No ideas of what to do
‘Cause something’s changed today
What it is I just can't say
And if I don't seem okay, well, I'm okay
So sue me, sue me
If I just don't want coffee tonight
I’ve got this friend who’s been around the world a time or two
And he keeps maps on all his walls
I’ve never been to France, I’ve heard it’s nice this time of year
Except I don’t speak French at all
I wonder would it be as hard if I had never seen you
As to keep you from my sight
And, though I’ve talked about you to my friend a million times
Oh, I first saw you tonight
And something’s changed today
What it is I just can't say
And if I don't seem okay, well, I'm okay
So sue me, sue me
If I just don't want coffee tonight
So sue me, sue me
If I just don't want coffee tonight
It must be getting late
Where's my head
Where is my head
Where is my head
I still hear you telling me what a big mistake I've made
Funny, that’s what I’ve been telling you
‘Cause, I can lead a horse to water
You can even make him drink
But you can't change his point of view
Tonight as I was driving home, I passed a coffee shop
And I glanced through the window there
It was just like the one where you work, where I met you
But I didn’t stop, I wouldn’t dare
And that's the price I pay
‘Cause You're way is not my way
And today’s another day and it's okay
So sue me, sue me
If I just don't want coffee tonight
So sue me, sue me
If I just don't want coffee tonight
I think I need some rest
Rest my head, arrest my head
Rest my head, arrest my head
Got to rest my head, you arrest my head
©1995 Niphon, Inc.
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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar
Danielle Young: vocals
Gabe Scott: acoustic guitar
Todd Brag: Snare
Aric Nitzberg: bass
Garett Buell: Concert bass drum, percussion
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
Joshua Moore: miscellaneous keyboards
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Words and Music by Aaron Tate
I mount up with waxen wings
High to reach the sun
But I am no further than
When I first begun
So I build a Mount of Athos
To shape your form against the sky
With my home in your hands to show all the people why
Everything I do
It’s not enough for you
Everything I do
It's not enough
It's not enough for you
In the garden of my pride
The lamented lime tree
Too stupid to cry for rain
Fruitless and choked out by weeds
So I write a book of life
Using the best words I can find
For some struggler to snuggle up
When the world becomes unkind
Everything I do
It’s not enough for you
Everything I do
It's not enough
It's not enough for you
I find direction in eastbound clouds
And long for what they have
But when I step into its midst
Its substance I cannot grasp
So I paint a portrait of you
As if you had human disguise
With oil and canvas to be clay
To open up their eyes
Like you opened up my eyes
Everything I do
It’s not enough for you
Everything I do
It's not enough
It's not enough for you
© 1994 Cumbee Road Music
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Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar
Danielle Young: vocals
Derek Webb: acoustic guitar, vocals
Joshua Moore: electric guitar
Todd Bragg: drums
Aric Nitzberg: upright bass
Garett Buell: percussion
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
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Words and Music by Derek Webb
Thank God I’m back in my car
And driving home
And driving home
‘Cause the air was thin and so cold back in there
It was my first time
Won’t be my last time
And the questions rise and expectations fall
In light of it all
There aren't words to say
Words aren’t remembered
Just your presence is
A good friend once told me and he was there
He was there but she wasn't there
And It's not fair
It's not fair
What crimes have you committed demanding such a penance
That couldn't wait for five more minutes and a cry for help
‘Cause this room is so peaceful and this room is so quiet
And I hate the silence
And I can't walk down the center aisle
I’ve been here for over three hours behind the flowers
They’re so beautiful and young and so alive
And so in need of someone, someone to talk to them
‘Cause theirs are fragile lives
What crimes have you committed demanding such a penance
That couldn't wait for five more minutes and a cry for help
‘Cause this room is so peaceful and this room is so quiet
And I hate the silence
And I can't walk down the center aisle
It makes me think about my brother
And how I just stood there
With my hands in my pockets
And my heart in my throat
Thank God I’m back in my car
And driving home
And driving home
‘Cause in that place I leave all my days of taking life for granted
And the words I wrote for her
And my best friend crying
And a young girl lying on all our hearts
What crimes have you committed demanding such a penance
That couldn't wait for five more minutes and a cry for help
‘Cause this room is so peaceful and this room is so quiet
And I hate the silence
I hate the silence
And I can't walk down the center aisle
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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar
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Words and Music by Aaron Tate
You say you want a living sacrifice
Well I am a burnt offering
Crawling off the altar
And back into the fire
And with my smoke-filled lungs
I cry out for freedom
While locking and chaining myself
To my rotting desires
And I hate the stench
But I swallow the key
And with it stuck in my throat
Can you hear me?
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
But I’m still a long way off
I am shell-shocked and I have walked
Through the trenches full of tears
With the mortars of memory
Exploding in my burning ears
You’ve stripped the trees of Lebanon
And now you're stripping me
Of the bark of false morality
And the bite of selfish greed
Lord, can you hear me
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
But I’m still a long way off
Will you run to me
Will you come to me
Will you meet me
Will you greet me
Will you drag me home
Cause I’m still a long way off
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
But I’m still a long way off
©1994 Cumbee Road Music
Admin by Music Services, ASCAP
Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar
Danielle Young: vocals
Derek Webb: acoustic guitar, vocals
Todd Bragg: drums
Aric Nitzberg: bass
Garett Buell: percussion
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
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Words and Music by Aaron Tate
Like April showers on a slick cement
When I consider how our light is spent
By keeping the candles inside the cathedral
Hold on tight don't go into the night
It’s full of evil
Rain rain don't go away
We need you this dry and dusty day
Rain rain don't go away
Though some may say please go away
Like April showers on a slick cement
And the roads once straight have now become so bent
Weaving through the trees of vain security
Rounding round the hardest rocks of hard morality
Rain rain don't go away
We need you this dry and dusty day
Rain rain don't go away
Though some may say please go away
And the sacred cows
Feed on the green
While the least of these
Are dying in the streets
And they're crying
Rain rain don't go away
We need you this dry and dusty day
Rain rain don't go away
Though some may say please go away
Oh like April showers on a slick cement
©1995 Cumbee Road Music
Admin by Music Services, ASCAP
Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar
Danielle Young: vocals
Derek Webb: acoustic guitar, vocals
Todd Bragg: drums
Aric Nitzberg: upright bass
Garett Buell: percussion
Randy Holsapple: hammond organ
Caedmon’s Call is:
Aric Nitzberg
Cliff Young
Danielle Young
Derek Webb
Garett Buell
Jeff Miller
Joshua Moore
Randy Holsapple
Todd Bragg
Executive Producers:
Courtney & Natasha Fong
Scott "Tex" Frazer
Donnie & Jaclyn Boutwell
Positive Alternative Radio
John Stewart
Credits
Produced and Mixed by Joshua Moore
Co-produced by Caedmon’s Call
Engineered by Craig Alvin
Assisted by Lake Wilkinson
Mastered by Bob Boyd / Ambient Digital
Management:
Christie Bragg
Bragg Management
braggmanagement.com
Album Cover Photo by Cody Bess
Album Packaging Design & Additional Photos by Alicia St. Gelais
Thank Yous
(Aric) My sweet wife Gigi who loves me no matter what, and my kids Erin and Josh, who weathered the “lean” Caedmon’s years - I love you more than words can express. Also Ryan Owens @trickfishamps - many thanks Ryan!
(Cliff) Ditto to everyone my wife thanked. I would like to thank my wife Danielle for your harmony and making it seem like I can actually sing. Thanks to all my family and kids and future kid in laws. Thanks to Ben for calling all the band members to convince me I wasn’t too old to record this record. Thanks to Rich Mullins, Chris Hauser, Jim Sturgeon and Bob Boyd. Thanks to capos.
(Danielle) Thank you, Aaron, for showing your brilliant songs to Cliff. Thank you, Cindy, for introducing me to Cliff. Thank you, Cliff, for pursuing your idea to start a band and for asking me to be in the band and to be your girlfriend. Thank you, Kirby, for going to TCU and agreeing to manage us. Thank you, Eva, for introducing me to Christie and all of us to Todd. Thank you, Derek, for not moving to Colorado, and for being friends with Aaron. Thank you, Garett and Jeff, for being friends with Derek and playing in battle of the bands. Thank you, Charlie Davis, for introducing Aric and Randy to me and Cliff and for letting me sing in the Solid Rock band. Thank you, Josh, for taking piano lessons with my mother. Thank you Jonatha for forming The Story and playing at Lyons Folk Festival in the summer of 1994.
(Derek) Thanks to Abbie Parker, Rhodes Webb & Carter Webb, all the Webbs & Parkers, Allan Heinberg, Erin Anderson & my team at Olivia Management, my dear Patreon community, Chris Hauser, Josh Scott & my community at Gracepointe Church in Nashville, and most of all, all of my siblings in the extended Caedmon’s Call family.
(Garett) My love and anchor Carrie, The forever supportive Rod and Linda Buell, My Theobald Family, All the teachers and mentors that God so perfectly placed in my life, David De La Paz bridging the gap from College to a Career, My dear friends Eddie Keels and Chris Smith that became the vessels that led me to Caedmon’s, Derek for the random friendship in our youth that became the common denominator, my first “bassist crush” Jeffro and of course to Todd Bragg for the ultimate acceptance. All the Caedmon’s family for a lifetime of memories and kinship that just cannot be replaced, Aaron/Derek for the songs that defined our lives. Special thank you to StudioBuell for allowing me a brief Sabbatical, Bryson at Nelson Drum Shop, Ramy at A&F Drums, Pro Mark Drumsticks, Paiste cymbals and coffee (you know who you are) … I’ll never treat you the way that Webb guy did.
(Jeffro) Caedmon’s family for putting up with the “disgruntled employee of the month” for years. And to my real family for allowing me to continue to be a part of this thing. You all RAWK!
(Josh) Thanks to Craig Alvin; Jordan and Lake at Moxe, David Stukenberg, Aaron Senseman, and Jeremiah Anderson. Thanks and love to Keely, my boys, and the Caedmon’s family.
(Randy) Thanks to my wife and best friend, Paige Holsapple, and our two beautiful daughters, Haley and Hanna, for keeping the home fires burning while Daddy was off playing music for months at a time. I love you all so much. Also, thanks to my extended Caedmon's family for your friendship, memories, and some of the best years of my life, and finally, a big thanks to Laurens Hammond and Donald Leslie. If not for you two gentlemen, I probably would have been a drummer.
(Todd) Thanks to Christie Bragg for sharing life with me, sacrificing so much to serve everyone in your life, and being awesome in every way! Elliott Bragg & Nicole Bragg for being a tangible example of God’s love for me. Jerry & Alice Bragg for allowing me to chase my dreams. Cliff Young for including me in the vision for Caedmon’s. Garett Buell for your encouragement, inspiration, and friendship. Aaron Tate for trusting us with your beautiful gift with words and perspective. My bandmates and extended Caedmon’s family. Each of you hold a special place in my heart that goes beyond just making music. I’m honored to be part of something with you that has impacted me and so many others in ways I never could have imagined, MOST of all to call you friends. David & Toni Crowder for friendship, trust, generosity, and an outlet to continue the exploration of rhythmic expression! Steve Hayes for your wisdom and friendship. Ramy Antoune at A&F Drum Co. for amazing drums and, even more, the heart behind them. Bryson Nelson at Nelson’s Drum Shop for your friendship and kind spirit. Chris Brady at Aquarian Drumheads. Promark Drumsticks. Amedia Cymbals. Paiste Cymbals.
(Aaron) Thanks to everyone in the band for believing in my raw lyrics and rough demos and making the songs better than I could have ever imagined. Thanks especially to Cliff for having vision and for being such a great song-crafting partner. Thanks to Derek for always encouraging me to write and make music. Thanks to Amy, Jacob, Zander, dad and all my family and friends who inspire me to write and play music. Thanks to all those who listen.