10000 Days

By Michael J. FitzPatrick 2002

It's the view from 10,000 Days

Open your eyes and prepare to be amazed

When you review and reflect upon your ways

It's the view from 10,000 Days

Days of Joy and Sorrow

By Shaun T. FitzPatrick & Michael J. FitzPatrick 1994

Guest Guitar: Julias Rodriquez

Guest Bass: Jim Wiehoff

Guest Keyboard: George Matranga

One big horror story, one long night of pain

One day out of all these days when we feel the same

Got one cup for laughter, now its full of tears

Got just one thing I can say after all these years

Just like Moses on the mountain, just like David on his throne

These days of joy and sorrow are all we’ve known

Heaven stands above us, hell lies down below

You told me that was all I ever really need to know

See your eyes of beauty, now there full of dread

They tell me that the sun is gone and the moon is dead

Well I don’t know where I’m going,

and I don’t care where I’ve been

I’m here with You tonight, may it never end

Cause time is turning slowly then time just drifts away

O tell me what I need to survive the day

Winter leads to summer as springtime leads to fall

The seasons leave the residue of time upon my soul

I feel the weight of power, the burden of the call

To hearken or to turn away, it’s the choice before us all

Just like Moses on the mountain, just like David on his throne

These days of joy and sorrow are all we’ve known

I feel the weight of power, the burden of the call

To hearken or to turn away, it’s the choice before us all

The Wasteland

WORDS and MUSIC by Shaun T. FitzPatrick 1992

BGV's: Deanna Eaton, Debbie Gatti, Angie FitzPatrick

This is a world of madmen and we’re lost in our extremes Revealing our misfortune on a thousand TV screens

We lie in wait for nothing as another night flies by

The dragon lords are waiting ‘til we die

The competition vibrates on the magic streets of red

Their spells traverse the steam grates

and they quicken the undead

Enduring tortured minutes as the black addition swells

The dragon is the warden of their cells

Brother and sister love is what we need

And Father, heal us where we bleed

The pirate is a captain in the structure of the streets

His ship of steel and plastic makes his larceny complete

He thrives on the excitement, here adrenaline is king

Still a puppet and the dragon pulls his strings

The missionary labors in the dragon lord’s domain

The flashing neon Savior is the message he proclaims And though the chief of sinners may embrace the Holy Name

The evil of the dragon will remain

Brother and sister love is what we need

And Father, heal us where we bleed

In the wasteland

Living in a Picture Show

Words and Music by Michael J. FitzPatrick 1995

Guest Guitar: Jim Wiehoff

BGV's: Angie FitzPatrick, Debbie Gatti, John Gatti

I was walking down the city’s main street drag

Passed a little lady with her traveling bag

She stopped mid-street and stared at me

Asking “Is there more to life than what I see”

She said “Don’t know, don’t care that’s the only answer you get out there

She said “Don’t know, I can’t say

I don’t understand this game we play

She said One more night living in a picture show

One more day it’s the only life I really know

Now I’m uptown in the real rat race

Pass a fat cat with his attaché case

Now here is a really well dressed man

Yelling “Hey, is there more to life than what I’ve planned”

He said “Don’t know, don’t care

that’s the only answer you get out there

He said “Don’t know, I can’t say,

I don’t understand this game we play

He said One more night living in a picture show

One more day it’s the only life I really know

So what’s a lonely heart supposed to do

I try to fill this emptiness with anything I can

But I know I’m just a man with a burning question

Where’s the love?

Where’s the love that we need to survive

To survive in these turbulent times

Where’s the love that we need to survive

Now I find myself, I’m hovering in the sky

Looking at the people and the tears that they cry

I pray to God to help them understand

He said “Go and tell the people there’s a master plan”

Tell’em I know, I care, I’m the only answer you need out there

I know, I say, I’m the only truth, life, and the way

Tell’em No more nights just living in a picture show

No more days I’m the only life you need to know

So what’s a lonely heart supposed to do

We’ll you can fill this emptiness since God became a man

And to life’s many questions find the answer

He’s the love

He’s the love that we need to survive

To survive in these turbulent times

He’s the love that we need to survive

Uncover Me

WORDS and MUSIC by Shaun T. FitzPatrick and Michael J. FitzPatrickã1995

Guest Guitar: Jim Wiehoff

Uncover me, reveal me to myself.

Show me all the shadows deep within.

Uncover me, that I may lift You up.

Feel the touch of grace upon my sin.

I carry You in my loneliness,

I hold Your voice inside my pain.

You cause me to remember,

When I stumble when I fall.

The wayward son still bears his Father’s Name.

What’s behind the mask sir?

I can’t see the eyes

This darkened carnival’s left me disguised

I am behind the wall sir.

What’s on the other side?

Built to conceal myself now I can’t unhide

. . . Uncover me

What is behind the eyes

that I can’t outrun and I can’t unhide

What’s on the other side

cause there’s someone that I cannot find

Uncover me, in every angry voice

The same one that would sing Your melody

Uncover me in my alarmist stance

Every reason forming my hypocrisy

O take from me the veil of these years

And restore this fragile mind that forgets You

Hold me up, see through my wickedness

Quicken within me a song to bless You

Stick upon a stone and brick upon a brick

I built this thing hoping it could bring me security

Then I raised my eyes and much to my surprise

I couldn’t see anything but me and a cold grey sky

Wash me in the river make me clean,

Like the snow falling from the skies

Open up my eyes that I may see,

And my heart, uncover me

God in the Midnight Hour

Words and Music by Shaun T. FitzPatrick

He is there when you need Him, when trouble dogs your path

He is there when the enemy, reminds you of your past

He is there when you’re dying

Sick and fever raging (and it hurts so bad)

He is there to grant the very thing your mama’s heart would wish

He is there when you’re crying out for His power

He is God in the Midnight Hour

He is still there to answer, when his faithful children come calling

He is there to restore you

Anytime that you might fall (it’s happened to us all)

In the midst of persecution, He has the victory for all

And He’s there when your back’s against the wall

He sees the tears on your pillow

He hears your cries in the night

And He has promised we will all go…

With Him to paradise

BURNED INTO STONE

Written by Shaun FitzPatrick ã1989

So many searching for love - When there’s so much love in the world

Don’t make no sense to me - When I look at our history

How they find it in diamonds and pehrls

Some think they will find it in silver

Some think they will find it in gold

But the answers are known they were burned into stone

On Mt. Zion in ages of old

Love your brother as you love yourself

Do something for someone else

No need to live, your life along

His love was burned juto stone

Not in silver, not in gold

When I look at our history

It just don ‘t make no sense to me

His love was burned into stone

Time has taken its toll - The mighty have conquered the land

In pursuit of his quest - Each has died like the rest

None escaping the grim reaper’s hand

In tale of generals and kings

Is a truth that the centuries declare

What does it profit a man - If he rules every land

And his lost soul stands naked and bare

In all of the days of have seen

Our errors and sins have defined what we’ve been

And our weary hands are unclean

If not for the blood of the cross

The spirit of man would be empty and damned

Forever his lifewould be lost

Never Leave

Words and Music By Michael J. FitzPatrickã1994

Lost out at sea but never all alone

I’ll be there to always hold your hand

Waves stretch to the sky and you are sailing blind

But we will make a way together you and I

And I will never leave you know

I will never leave you know

Never ever alone O no

Life in an ocean grave

Midnight comes in a million ways

Tossing, turning, opening up your heart

And when in every place you go

Nowhere seems like home

Just close your eyes and I will take you away

And I will be always at your side

You don’t have to hide in the lonely sea anymore

I am an open door

You can see me anytime (repeat 4 times)

Angelita

Words and Music by Michael J. FitzPatrick ã1998

Many miles away my heart is sailing ocean waves

We’re many days apart

And there’s a longing deep within to see my love again

The clock ticks through the day as the dusty ground looks for the rain

I’m marking off the days

Till the one I’m dreaming of can fill my cup again

I long to be with you, I long to see you too

You’re my own, my dream, Angelita

There’s a part of me in you, What can come between us two?

We are one, my love, Angelita

The dawn is drawing near and I arise to meet the day

But with half a heart I fear

The best of me has gone away to sail the ocean breeze

So I’m a rock thrown in the sea needing tenderness to recover me

But only while your gone

On your return I’ll find myself and finally go back home

While your gone your not unseen I hold you in my mind

Separated yet somehow we’re one

There’s a cord from me to you that never is untied

Separated yet somehow we’re one

Echoes of the King

Ó2004 Michael J. FitzPatrick

Lead Vocals: Angie FitzPatrick

Come winter come summer

Spring forth and sing a royal theme

Stream's flowing and sky's thunder

Both under fall and splendor still serve the King

Day's dawning night's twinkling draws pictures of the story

New mercies old glories

Tthe players tell the tale in rhythmic light

Ex nihilo and the light was born

Ex nihilo and the dust was formed

Ex nihilo and this life began

Ex nihilo and the echoes still remain

Questions of who and why are answered in the sky

Through the song it’s singing

Peering with deeper eyes back at the years gone by

We can see a beginning

Before all days before all nights

Before the clock was ticking

The Planner’s plans were laid all the notes made right

And this is what you’re hearing

…Echoes Of The King

Birth's bearing it's figure points to life's only pathway

Babe's turning then bowing emerging from the shadows unto new life

Designing with meaning complex yet all simplicity

The tale is completing the author signs his story with here I AM

Ex nihilo and the light was born

Ex nihilo and the dust was formed

Ex nihilo and this life began

Ex nihilo and the echoes still remain

Why do you theorize when there before your eyes evidence stands waiting

Lay all your fears aside embrace the truth and find what the child is stating

You see the sights you hear the sounds of His design disclosing

Clues to another life turning and bowing down that’s the plan unfolding

…Echoes Of The King

The Mirror

Words and Music by Michael J. FitzPatrickã1994

Except prelude by T.S. Eliot

We are hollow men
We are stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together then
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

We are the hollow men

I saw a picture of a lonely boy,

Searching the ground for a long lost toy

I made a sound, he raised his eyes,

He tried to hide it there was no disguise

They were saying “Who am I? Who am I? Who am I today?”

I approached him with words of wisdom,

there was something familiar about his way

I started to speak, he just started to cry,

I knew he was sad but I couldn’t ask why

He said “Who am I? Who am I? Who am I today?”

Will I go to war just like the soldier man?

Will I fight the flames of a burning world?

Will I ride my days out like the cowboys do

Does anybody know just who I am?

Or what I am meant to be?

Does anyone understand, What does it meant to be free?

And if I have a dream,

Something that fills my time, burning within my mind

Is there some guarantee, that I will find my destiny?

For the first time clearly in the light of day

It was just like a page out of Dorian Gray

The mirror came to life as I reached out my hand

A little boy screamed out who is that man?

I took the mirror from the wall

I really hadn’t seen this face at all

The eyes were shallow, the heart was cruel.

Can somebody help me I’ve playing the fool

Tell me where have I been. Tell me just what I am.

Tell me who I can be today.

So I’ve gone to war just like the soldier man.

So I’ve fought the flames of a burning world.

So I ride my days out like the cowboys do.

Does this really mean I am a man?

Someone who is alive.

Someone who understands,

How to do more than survive.

I want to have a dream, something I know is real,

Something that I can feel,

Something on which to base my life,

a rock on which to stand.

The Mirror spoke again, telling me to turn

Look at the words and learn unfolding to me a plan

And it contained a dream,

That became a reality and an issue of life for me

Someone to change my life, a man,

The Rock on which to stand

The Sleep

by Shaun FitzPatrick and Michael J. FitzPatrick 1997

Lead and BGV's: Angie FitzPatrick, Mike FitzPatrick

O grave where is the victory, O death where is thy sting

The sleep that takes me under,Lifts me to the King

O grave where is the victory, O death where is thy sting

The sleeper rises up and now sees everything

Work goes on and on and on and all I do is think of You

All I see is You and me together

All I want to do is be inside You

Fifty days and nights I tried to find the sacred heart inside You

For the day when we can stay together

All I want to see is You inside me

Bring the golden lamp and show me

All the worlds of wonder that You’ve made

Shine the silver light upon this land

Which I stand before it fades

Rise upon the rays of dawn for war and peace will never cease

Until the day when we can stay together

All I want to do is live forever

Linen fine and gold and wine

And bread are brought to me instead

But what I need is You and me together

All I want to do is live forever

Find the holy cup and lead me on to the shore of fantasea

Deep calls unto deep in the waters of the sleep that sets us free

…the sleep, the blessed sleep

O grave where is the victory, O death where is thy sting

The sleep that takes me under,Lifts me to the King

O grave where is the victory, O death where is thy sting

The sleeper rises up and now sees everything

10,000 Days Postscript

Words and Music by Michael J. FitzPatrick 2003

And so what does it mean

To live and die and all the things

That happen in between?

You've had your look

Into the book

Did you hear did you see?

O go your way

And live today

What you've seen in your dream

Notes from the album:

Mike: I would like to thank my beauteous wife Angie for all her support allowing me time in the studio (and spending money to make the studio), for her great job on Echoes of the King and The Sleep, and for never letting me settle for junk.

I would like to thank my brother Shaun for some wonderful songs and singing performances and also for tips on how to get the most out of my own voice. Shaun has more singing and songwriting talent in his little pinky than most of the “stars” of today have in their whole synthesized bodies.

I would like to thank the guest guitarists Julias Rodriquez and Jim Wiehoff for breathing some life into the songs they played on and for playing for free!

I would like to thank George Matranga for the guest keyboard work ( I couldn't have done it) and for his advice and recommendations throughout the project.

I want to thank the BGV’s Deanna Eaton, Debbie Gatti and John Gatti for great attitudes in taking instruction, creative performances and singing for free!

And I want to thank the president of Stephenson Computers, Curtis Stephenson for building the computer hardware and for the great support. Enjoy your meetings!

Going back a bit, I’d like to thank the Doug Stringer from Turning Point ministries and the Coat of Many Colors band for giving us a place and some spiritual leadership and insight.

And I want to give thanks and credit to the Lord who gives us life, inspiration, and creativity so that we can offer it back to Him to do as He wills.

About the cover:

I just thought it was pretty cool, but someone wanted an explanation so here it goes…There comes a point in all of our lives when we realize we are traveling. At first it seems we are alone, an island floating in a vast unmerciful sea. Then we notice the cocoon, that something that gives us air to breathe, water to drink, food to eat, and a barrier from the harsh hostile world. Then finally we have a sense of being, a sense of home. Some of us are carrying a seed of that place, more than just a sterile location, but an entire ambience that gives a sense of belonging and purpose. Some us are carrying the place itself, but more than a place a Person who makes the place Paradise. It usually takes years to notice that the circumstances of our lives are being carefully designed from without. And in our case it took 10,000 days.

That’s the best I can do for the moment…there you go D.