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Dear friends,We thank you all so much for the support that you’ve given us thus far. We are greatly encouraged by the concern you’ve shown us as we’ve been getting ready to record. This is it. We’re diving into the studio next week. I humbly ask that you keep us in your prayers. This is where you become a part of the band. We need your support now more than ever in this vital way. To pray for the

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Band practice happens twice a week. For me, this happens an hour away from where I live. Still, I look forward to it every time. I put together this lovely little slide show so that you can enjoy a night of practicing and good-time-having with us.To start out this particular night, Foday will show off his lack of inhibitions by performing (with Matt's accompaniment) the worst rendition of "I Can

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The band and I are diving head first into a brand new song. We are all putting this monster together at once. I've found this to be a very organic concept for writing. I'm not walking into the practice room with a fully finished song, someone will do something on their respective instrument and change the whole feel of that particular section. I give most of my attention to the lyrics. Every word

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We don't start recording until January. However, I've been in recording mode for about 4 weeks now. Every shower, every meal, every car ride alone is it's own session. Different melodic sections and tones will be mixed, moved, and adjusted as I wander through Walmart. I'm getting lost more and more frequently. Not necessarily in a physical sense, more in an "oops, I forgot I was doing something

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Our flight from Chicago to STL got delayed for a couple of hours last night so Matt (the master of focus and on-taskness) suggested that we use that time to start talking about the track listing of the new album. Of course, everything that was decided last night is subject to change since we're not recording until January, but I just wanted to drop everybody a line on what we're looking at here.

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I've given up some thingsFor just a time, of courseThe trampled trailsAnd vintage vailsAll in the hopes that I'd prevailTo kill sin from the sourceI felt like such a saintFor suff'rings deep and wideIf gifts to giveWere relativeI'd have a fragrant life to liveInstead, I stunk with prideI found to my dismayThere's always more to loseWhat man lets goHis heart will stowThe sin with even more to

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I'm not going to lie, the band was on the rocks for a month or two. Foday wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to continue. As stressful as it was, I slept like a baby through this time, nothing really on my mind to think about. Now that things are on the up and up again, it takes forever to get to sleep. Too many ideas. It's like a nervous energy that I absolutely love. As long as the band

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Dear Poet,Write Your wordsUpon my heartLike canvassNoun and verbThis sacred artMy hands, I thinkCould be Your inkDear Painter,Paint my mindOne solid hueLike poemsEach brush strokeA hint of YouMy pride must hushTo be Your brushAnd Your poetryIs Your grace in me...My death, Your potpourri

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Oh, Bread and WineLend me Your heartIf You‘ll allowI will take partIn this communionThen sings my soulI‘m wholeOh, Bread and WineCovered in skinStand on the graveBirth me againWhere there was dirtThere is a treeAnd I‘m freeAs sure as the curtain was tornI am not forlorn,I am not forlornAs sure as the curtain was tornI am not forlornOh, Bread and WineLight on my feetShow me the wayAnd I‘ll walk

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Oh soul, ISee dead menWalking deadBut Bread brings truthYour city hasOld buildingsPainted whiteWhere Wine wakes youthThe curtain has been tornSo won‘t you lift your head?There are babies being bornSo go raise the deadSell it all to have theWine and BreadOh soul, don‘tBe wearyThis can‘t beA teary timeSo run to yourCity, itsBegging forMore Bread and WineThe curtain has been tornSo won’t you lift

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Oh, SunriseLight pours inSinging a song to the eyesBright and freeMelodiesAre swirling songs in the skiesRed clouds burstLong night endsWe see the long awaited signWith liliesLike trumpetsDeclaring Bread and WineAnd I am wakingTo light, to death‘s demiseThe ground is shakingI’m found with no compromiseOpen handsSpeak volumesThe Bread says, ”Thy will be done”On palm leavesLike post cardsWritten in

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mewithoutYou, one of my favorite bands, is coming out with a new album on may 19th. as if Brother Sister, their most recent release wasn't progressive enough, this new album titled it's all crazy! it's all false! it's all a dream! it's alright is produced by Daniel Smith, one of the most interesting people in music today. get ready, because this is going to be a sweet album. i can already taste

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i’ve been thinking about this one thing since Easter.Can’t seem to stop thinking about it.it’s a very Easter-ish thing.it’s a good thing though. so I’m not too worried about it getting to be a problem.Actually, I’m hoping it will stay stuckand be something permanent to think about.you see, the Trinity is something that no one really knows much about.here are some things that i hang on to in order

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I‘ve broken my feettoo many timesAnd wrapped them up withtoo many rhymesSo wisp me away and make these legs un-lameI've stood on my headand I've run out the doorI've spun through tornadoesAnd fell through the floorBut moths just can‘t seem to resist an open flameIf I read, or write, or grow wings and take flight;The burden from birth on my back is still so much strongerThis won't last much

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just a glimpse of andy rhea and his band's grueling practice schedule:1:00 get stuff moved onto stage and set up 1:20 "your mother" jokes 1:30 go over new stuff 3:00 lay on futons and dream. talk about music.3:25 tickle fight 3:35 go over previously performed stuff 4:30 jam. make stuff up.5:00 go to Jack in the Box and eat tacos with kenneth stanger 6:30 head home. (schedule is tentative. "your

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I try to maintain a limber mind whenever someone tries to express the unexpressable. For instance, with anything spiritual (especially anything concerning God) words aren't really going to do justice to the situation. You just can't blame a human for that. None of us are smart enough. It’s very important to understand this when reading anything written by a human concerning spirituality. That

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Today, I was thinking about the imagery that scripture paints of our relationship to God as being clay to a potter. It caused me to ponder the ramifications of this analogy and so my random thoughts are as follows. I often times feel in my life that I am being squeezed into a mold of what everyone else thinks. The molds of what to do, what to say, who to associate with, how to spend my time, etc

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we've got some big plans on the horizon. new frontiers for this summer. first of all, recording a band album; which will start next month. secondly, a decent sized tour which right now will extend as far as Baltimore, MD and back. several stops along the way (bathroom breaks, leg stretch breaks, shows, etc.) so you'll want to keep an eye out for where we're playing if you're in that area. things

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I’m pretty sure I could play at tiny little venues with the good fans for the rest of my life. If you were at the show last night, thanks for making my week. --andy

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This is the end of memy final breathnew life to beThe new life stills my lungsit's ecstasyit's old to youngeI'm hearing voices ofunspoken toungesthat speak in loveThe dancing will beginwe'll dance aboveforgiven sinThis is the start for mewith servant grinnew life to be

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This, being the first "official blog" of the website should be about important things, the things that weigh heaviest on my mind. you know, stresses and stuff...and yet the only thing i have to talk about right now is how content i am in a certain area. females are great. wonderful to have around. but right now i'm in a season of my life where i have:a) no girlfriendb) no prospectsc) no

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On the roadThe images get blurry as we goI just thought you should knowThere’s nothing wrong,Nothing wrong with your eyesLook at the skies,They’re pure and clean and clearJust look right throughJust see your mindIt’s time to uncross those simple eyes and find thatAcceleration means devastationLet’s slow this downLet’s find our wayTurn around and find the path that leadsBeyond the light of

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I’ve been using your eyesTo help me see all I’ve missedI’m tired of being unwiseI’m squinting through miles of mistTo find your porch again, my LoveTo find the where and when you were thinking ofLove will let me seeAnd your life has set me free from meNow I am seeing new shapesWith wild, unseen, vibrant huesThey’re pointing far from death’s wakeThey’re leading me straight to youAnd now the lights

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I held a child for seven yearsI got tired after just thirteen daysBut I had an idea of things to come‘Cause I saw the lights along the wayI saw stones melt like wax before my eyesAnd I walked with that kid for four more yearsAnd we fought about every other stepWe could not agree on what we saw‘Till one night when he looked at me and weptHe said, “I was a stone for eleven years.But I was not a

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Look what we've gotten ourselves inIt's the quickest kind of quicksandWe're closer to the start than from the endAnd we're far from where we beganAt the feet...Every window's just a frameWith shards of glass all aroundIt's drafty in this house of sinIt's withered and it's falling to the groundDid you think it bestTo accept the thoughtsThat the flesh would seekWhen the soul was weakRight now Look

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