Songs for Friends

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Songs for Friends, Physick’s debut album, contains songs written for various friends in various circumstances. A clearinghouse for eight years of main composer Phil Hodge’s musical invention, Songs for Friends covers a huge amount of ground.

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released July 1, 2011

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Physick Sugar Hill, Georgia

Physick consists of composer and multi-instrumentalist Phil Hodges and lyricist producer Michael Minkoff.
Difficult to label, Physick's music richly rewards those who are willing to hear it on its own terms.

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Track Name: Small Beginning
Small Beginning
Track Name: Songs for Friends
We wrote these melodies,
these songs for friends,
to build up and to please
our loved ones and kin,
to bring in all the sheaves
without the church, and within.
Speak to each other
with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs;
sing and make a melody
with your heart to the Lord,
giving thanks
for every little thing in the Name
of our Lord Jesus Christ---
to God, even the Father,
subjecting yourselves one to another
in the fear . . . in the fear of . . .
in the fear of Christ.
Track Name: Confused About Love
Somebody told me long ago,
“You only get the love you show.”
But I don’t know if all that’s true,
that would mean it all depends on you.
You only love for the love you can gain.
God doesn’t love this way.
Remember we love
because He first loved us
when we were all a mess.
All of these doctors giving advice;
they say there’s love without sacrifice.
They’ve got their lines so well-rehearsed.
They say love yourself first.
You only love for the love you can gain.
God doesn’t love this way.
But what have we learned
from what Christ did on the cross,
when He counted Himself lost?
You say you’ve tried it all,
and you’re giving up hope
‘cause no one works out for you.
It’s always I, myself, and me.
I know it may not make sense, but if you try
I know you’re gonna find Him faithful.
What would you be losing just to taste and see?
You only love for the love you can gain.
God doesn’t love this way.
Track Name: Harboring Sin
You think that nobody knows
about the person you hide
inside your mind.
You let him out late at night---
he likes to feast on the filth
safe from sight.
It’s under control. You think
no one knows Mister Hyde is really you.
Who’s in the looking glass?
A stranger’s looking back.
You can be sure your sins
will find you.
It’s getting harder each day.
The monster under your skin
wants his way.
He bulges out at the seams---
the transformation is
almost complete.
It’s under control. You think
no one knows Mr. Hyde is really you.
Who’s in the looking glass?
A stranger’s looking back.
You can be sure your sins
will find you.
Here’s your chance.
Take it, man.
Plunge the Sword into its
beasty little heart.
‘Cause you may think you fooled
all your friends,
and if you fool them to the end,
then you will find the only place
left to hide in is hell.
Here’s your chance.
Track Name: Battling Cancer
I’m watching from a distance
while you fight.
I have no idea
what it feels like.
I’ve never stared death in the eye;
I’ve never felt my body dying.
You’ve never been more like Christ---
I can see Him with you in the fire.
Keep fighting when death is at the door.
And I’ll keep hoping and praying
and waiting on the Lord.
Track Name: Pained by Withdrawal
Have you seen yourself
lately my friend?
You’re thin, your skin’s
so pale and grim.
Are you gonna quit
at the top or at the bottom?
Every point you get
is a point with no return.
Another fix will make it right.
This one’s not the same.
You’ll cash your chips in
another night.
But you wanna finish the game.
And since you can’t recall
what you felt like as a man,
you fail to understand
what you’ve become.
So you keep on laying tracks
into a wasted wonderland
where the water turns to sand
under the sun.
Another fix will make it right.
This one’s not the same.
You’ll cash your chips in another night
but you wanna finish the game.
Ever since the Fall,
we’ve tried to fill the hole
that God made in our souls
to be His home.
So we shrink down to a size
that can be filled by appetites
and pretend we’re satisfied
being alone.
We all feel pain when we withdraw---
when we withdraw from Jesus.
Come back, my friend. Come back again.
Come back. Come back. Come back to Him.
Track Name: Lacking Motivation
You don’t want to go out today.
People say there’s a lion in the streets---
big and mean . . .
Another day perhaps, then.
Naw, get on your feet and dance!
Open your eyes. Unfold your hands.
We’re fighting without you.
The rocks and the trees can clap their hands;
God doesn’t need you.
But you’d be a fool to give up the chance
to be of service to---
The God who created the universe
planned your birth
to fulfill every tittle of His plan.
And that’s where you fit in.
So get on your feet and dance!
Open your eyes. Unfold your hands.
We’re fighting without you.
When you’re at His throne,
what will you say
if you’ve spent your life in idle play?
Can you pretend that He’ll be pleased?
Why do you think He’s at all happy now
when He sees what a waste . . . ?
Can you look in His face?
Did He really die
for your slumber and apathy?
Poverty’s coming.
Can you feel your need
rising up like an armed man?
So get on your feet and dance!
Open your eyes. Unfold your hands.
We’re fighting without you.
Hey! We’re dying without you.
Track Name: Drifting from the Covenant
How long must I see you
enthralled with lust,
erasing all sign of you?
I long to see you
in love with God
who planted His sign on you.
Why did you forget your first Love?
Was He not good for you?
You hate all that He required
so you trade all of His grace
for tihs?
Why? Why?! Why?!! Why?!!!
Track Name: Persecuted by CPS
Consider it joy
when you bear curses and scorn
for the sake of the truth.
God’s sanctifying you through it all.
Don’t hang your head.
Don’t you know they may cage your flesh,
but only God holds your soul.
I admit when I received your call
that I had no idea how this could all
work out well.
Their lies seemed so unstoppable.
They call you a fanatic
and they steal away your kids.
They have no proof. They’re there,
therefore, it’s clear that you’re unfit.
And if you keep a level head
they say that you are cold.
And if you get distressed they say
you’re just like they’ve been told.
They don’t care if you don’t,
and they don’t care if you do . . .
as long as when the gavel falls,
they’ve damned you.
Can you hear it?
That’s God laughing, God laughing.
Go ahead and laugh with Him.
And consider it joy . . .
He will confuse them in His wrath,
and then He’ll set your family firmly
on a level place.
Track Name: In the False Church
Darkness in the temple---
some lamps are burning low.
“He’ll come any second!”
They’ve been saying that for years.
And while they sleep,
their nightmares are awake . . .
And they try to run
on their legs of gum.
If only they’d just wake up.
But the watchmen’s trumpets are snoring.
From the once Puritan North
and to the Bible-belt South,
the church is lukewarm
in Jesus’ mouth.
Neither hot to restore,
nor cold to refresh---
the church: of the world,
in the flesh.
Pay her wage as she has paid:
with mourning and poverty
and pestilence and plague.
All of the nations have drunk her wine;
she played the harlot
when she should have been mine.
And who will mourn Babylon’s whore
when she gets what’s coming
from the Angel of the Lord?
From a safe distance, the merchants cry,
“Who will buy our idols
when the fake church dies?”
[Lamentations 5:14--22]
Track Name: Waiting in Prison
How could anyone bear this waiting?
All my friends and family will carry on.
While I’m here, the life I could have had
evaporates.
Concrete holds up my knees, I’m caving.
The Accuser throttles my mind---
all my shameful private sins
have been laid bare.
Peace, child, peace . . .
I’m waiting here with you.
Track Name: My Kids
[Listen to me.
Don’t touch. Just put it down.
What is it you want? What is it you need?
You need to quiet down.]
I feel like a fool
because I’m called to train you up,
but you inherited my sins.
When I give you a rule,
I always find that I’m in need
of minding my own advice.
‘Cause I have to be
like I want you to be . . .
But I can’t. Oh God, help me please!
When you’re not content,
I remind you to remember
all of God’s Providence.
But I know how it feels,
‘cause I just spent the last half-hour
cursing my bank account.
And I have to be
like I want you to be . . .
But I can’t. Oh God, help me please!
So I take you aside and ask you to forgive
all my pride; I know how clearly you will see.
When you have gained some years,
you will know how I have been
full of sins--- only God can redeem!
So I feel full of hope
because I’m counting on the Lord
to give His Spirit to us both.
I know I’ll be what He wants me to be,
and you will be what He wants you to be . . .
And we can. Oh God, help us please!
Selah: I sing! Ya-ha! Uh do hear me, Selah?
Amity: No, don’t call me Michael. I told you be kie-wit.
Track Name: My Wife
I want you to know,
when I said, “‘til death do us part,”
I meant it.
It’s not always easy. It’s not always fun---
for you.
Thank you for putting up
with this, this sinful boy.
With my clothes on the floor,
and my mood swings,
and my late nights working,
and my thankless taking
of your meals and body.
I know how you must hurt.
I know . . .
I’m feeling the day
slip through my fingers
like money well-wasted.
We’re falling asleep on the couch . . .
No, please don’t leave.
Thank you for putting up
with this, this sinful boy.
I know how you must hurt.
I know . . .
I want you to know:
Even though I can be cold, I love you.
It’s not always easy.
It’s not always fun---
for you.
So thank you for putting up
with this, this sinful boy.