Out in the Fields

by Jason Harrod

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My second Christmas/advent collection.

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released December 18, 2014

Featuring:

Jason Harrod: vocals and guitar
Phil Rowan: bass
Andrew Hodgkins: drums
Clark Baxtresser: piano
James Hall: trombone

all songs public domain, arranged by Jason Harrod, except "Out in the Fields," written by Jason Harrod

Recorded by Taylor Roig in New York, NY
mixed by John Plymale in Durham, NC
mastered by Lee Kizer, in Atlanta, GA

cover design by Tad Wagner


© 2014 Jason Harrod

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“What singer-songwriter Jason Harrod does best is turn daily moments numinous. Quite simply, Harrod’s imagination is for
this world; he finds deep secrets in ordinary places.” — Image Journal

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Track Name: Out in the Fields
There was a mountain that i was high up on,
way high up on it ’til I came back down.
There was a sun sliding down the horizon
where late shadows grew on the ground.

Here in the city harder than iron
Lost children gather like bottles in bars.
There is a pain that awaits us, unchanging.
It hangs in our breasts and our stars.

Light inaccessible where are you shining?
Where do you burn and whose face do you warm?
Out in the fields we are ready for finding --
smoldering stars waiting to be reborn.

And I feel so down.
every things wrong until you come around.
And I need you now.

It’s you that I want and it’s you that I’m chasing.
It’s dark all around me and darker within.
Just like a wave i am breaking and breaking,
and there I go breaking again.

There was a desert i couldn’t get over --
Out in the middle and mired in fear
Drowning in distances stretched all directions,
I’m faithlessly waiting out here.

O Lord Invisible where are you hiding?
Where do you burn and whose way do you light?
Out in the fields we are watching and waiting.
We need a Redeemer to come make us right.

And i feel so down.
every things wrong until you come around.
And I need you now.

Star of the east hanging on the horizon,
burn through the mists and the fog in my mind.
Bring me a morning, rose-colored and marigold,
Little pinhole of a silver that shines.

Something opened me ever so slightly,
entered, then went far away.
There was a word that I couldn’t remember
That I used to know how to say.