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  1. Squeeze

From the album Scarce (2006)

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(slack tuned)
Began on Apr. 18, 2003. A friend of mine gave me a rock to keep on hand and clutch when I needed a natural earthen reminder to trust God’s intentions, an act in itself that does not come naturally to me. The dream I’m referring to in the chorus is that of the American dream: contented westernized happiness, white-picket-fence safety and the collection of physical possessions. “Squeeze the rock until it either powders into a cloud of dust or it turns into a diamond” is how my friend stated it, and that has stuck with me for a long time. Appropriately enough, a note I wrote at the bottom of the page reads, “to trust you feels like murder”; a providential finger pointing to the next, and final, song on this album.

Lyrics

Squeeze
(Eric Peters)

I have a stone that a friend of mine gave me
‘cause he says that I worry too much
like rocks and dust, love and distrust
are the crumbling of one to the other

he told me to keep it deep down in my pocket
and to clench it with all of my might
when the world I know is coming too close
to clenching me tonight

so I squeeze inside of a dream
like a thief who could never come clean
I squeeze (impossible me)

to trust, he says, is the hardest part
it’s a thing that never comes natural
but he, like me, is prone to be
a slave to woeful masters

so I squeeze inside of a dream
like a thief, I could never come clean
I squeeze

I’ve been squeezing this stone a lot lately
figuring it might as well be coal
if I squeeze it enough, there in the rough
is the diamond of my soul

I squeeze inside of a dream
just like a thief, I could never come clean
I squeeze