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Preorder our new full length album, No Vengeance

We're offering up our new full length album on a kickstarter project, and there are only 7 days left to go! Head over to this link right now! http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/753784615/sama-dams-no-vengeance-lp/

Draw This Bitter Blood EP NOW Available

My new EP Draw This Bitter Blood is now available to purchase at http://samadams.bandcamp.com! Pick up at digital copy for 6 bucks, or get a handmade physical copy for $8+S/H. Each option comes with a bonus track.

Architect

Your hair is tangled up again Like you've been wrestling with the wind Following strands, my roving hands will twist and turn This natural art, forbidden craft I'll someday learn It covers your eyes! It covers your eyes!

Grace forever, grace protect Bear our burdens on your neck Oh Architect oh Architect We've been fumbling in your nets A dream borne from our separate beds We have four arms, we have two heads Oh Architect could you explain Why from our wounds one blood is bled? One blood is bled

Your shoulders seem to drag again And all the ink's run out my pen We'd curse the world but there is no where else to run Cause every world I know is still lit by the sun You can't hide the dusk Or hide from the dawn

Grace forever, grace protect Bear our burdens on your neck Oh Architect oh Architect We've been fumbling in your nets A dream borne from our separate beds We have four arms, we have two heads Oh Architect could you explain Why from our wounds one blood is bled? One blood is bled

Between you and I, we must have cried 10,000 tears Your hair's still a mess And I'm still just guessing Let's count every blessing

Grace forever, grace protect Bear our burdens on your neck Oh Architect oh Architect We've been fumbling in your nets A dream borne from our separate beds We have four arms, we have two heads Oh Architect could you explain Why from our wounds one blood is bled? One blood is bled

The Mentor

Even with no one's hand to hold you Even in the distance between two I grew up in that house I'm just so glad to be someone's child I was born under wings

Holding onto clothes that you gave to me Hung beneath the pallor of morning They're alright, they're by my side Just so glad to be someone's child

He opens up the windows and watches He opens of the colors in soft kiss I become warm again I'm just so glad to be someone's child Gave to me a voice to sing I look up to you

Summer leaves with gentle persuasion Summer turns for one more farewell Fall has grown to the trees Just so glad to be someone's child Summer slips from the leaves I'm just so glad to be someone's child But I am borne of everything I look up to you

We Are Being Used

Born into the kingdom of the lovely ones Captive to the nation of the holy guns What was I to do? What was I to do? Drag me to some far off mountain top - glory Bind me to the alter. I am offered up!

Gloria Gloria Gloria

Who am I to isolate the mind of Christ Given all the faces made to paint the wise? We are being used We are being used Bless those histories lost from before - glory Stripped and cursed to kill forevermore

Gloria Gloria Gloria

I suffocate The dynasties of old will lay me down in catacombs Under and over the strata of bones And iron-clad silhouettes The lovely stars still a canopy over our heads They will circle on. Lighting the emptiest eyes, and watching.

Close your eyes and taste the gift - the Holy Breath Melding and colliding with the grace of death We are not afraid We are not afraid Etch your great dominions in the dirt Time itself is trampled by a single word

Gloria Gloria Gloria Gloria Gloria

Feels Like

It feels like a father's arms, doesn't it?

Palm Sunday

The days of flowers have taught me how To count it all for nothing till the sun rains through the clouds The bread of life and cup reply And fill my heart and mind with every reason telling why.

The days of flowers have taught me how To count it all for nothing till the sun rains through the clouds The bread of life and cup are now What's flowing through the sap and dew drops all around

The town is glowing green What a winter it has been The kids are on the rooftops with their stereo machines Yeah we all hit the streets Skin blazing in the heat I know each mossy crack in sidewalks underneath my feet

I check the time, I find your name I'll call you up on Thursday, glad to see you again. I'll call you up on Thursday, glad to see you again.

Tiger

I'm getting up before this begins These little games that I never win Kiss me sweet, the reason shoots through open doors in front of me And then at night it wants let back in

She isn't home until she's in bed Sine qua non - no word left unsaid Kiss me sweet, she says the stories here could pave the streets I sighs heavy to deny her Kiss me sweet, the teeth to draw this bitter blood from me You'll turn into a tiger You'll turn into a tiger

An olive branch grew from my empty head You took a chance to chew on all that I said Kiss me sweet, your instinct stops before you understand And leaves the rest to fire Kiss me sweet, and think of fifty ways to skin your man You'll turn into a tiger I love my lady tiger

Oh you understand enough brag There's motion ahead of the ridge I'm caught up in air with a circle of birds and your grin

And when you rest, I will sleep next to you When you wake, I'll rub my eyes next to you And when you run, I will run after you We'll hunt for demons

Another swell And the man outside is gone again He was staring stepping up on every little thing And the song was on the ropes In the morning I was so afraid too sick to sing And I guarded my front door with an iron pan Then I saw the tail beyond the gate begin to swing And the happy horror left of the man

Tiger calls to me among the demon's bloodied limbs Tiger comes to me with boiling eyes Tiger sings my soul can finally be born again Tiger stalks me till my mouth is dry Tiger grips my chest to give my breath back to the wind And the secrets I've been keeping She's says, "Nothing worth repeating, Quiet while I'm eating."

What did your troubles say, little one? What made you turn away, little one? I leave the rest for you, little one I saved the best for you, my little one.

Kisses sweet from lips forever stained with empathy

The Band

At my upcoming shows I'll be supported by some very kind human beings: Sebastian Rogers produced the record and now plays guitar, Brady Swan drums, and my wife Lisa plays the organ/violin/voice.

Draw This Bitter Blood Available

My new EP is out - Draw This Bitter Blood can be listened to in full and purchased at http://samadams.bandcamp.com! Order a digital copy for 6 bucks, or I'll send you a hand-printed physical CD-R copy for $8+S/H.