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Barabbas
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Folk
Barabbas was released on January 26, 1999 by Philo as a part of the album Through A Glass Darkly
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Release DateJanuary 26, 1999
LabelPhilo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Olney
David Olney
Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Forrest Rose
Forrest Rose
Bass Guitar
Deanie Richardson
Deanie Richardson
Fiddle
Cindy Wyatt
Cindy Wyatt
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Olney
David Olney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Olney
David Olney
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Robb Earls
Robb Earls
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Tommy Dorsey
Tommy Dorsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Some work and slave for all of their days
And they'll do anything, whatever it pays
Some of us search and we find other ways
Me, I turned to thieving
A little bit here and a little bit there
Always some danger, but I didn't care
As long as I felt I was getting my share
That's all I ever believed in
From the day I was born, I understood
That one way or another, I'd wind up no good
One night I got caught, always knew that I would
The charges were robbery and murder
I broke into a house for money and jewels
An old man tried to stop me, poor misguided fool
I killed him and left him in his own bloody pool
I ran but was caught by the soldiers
Well they bound me and beat me and put me on trial
It was all cut and dried, it took a short while
"Have you anything to say?" I only smiled
And said, "Judge, let's get this over"
I was led from the courtroom and back to my cell
For a man 'bout to die, I was taking it well
With no hope of heaven and no fear of hell
Just darkness and silence forever
I awoke from a dream in the middle of the night
When the door burst open and in streamed the light
A man was thrown in, more dead than alive
On his face I could see the blood glisten
I could tell at a glance he'd been beat black and blue
He lay there unconscious but then he come to
I said, "Tell me, friend, what on earth did you do?"
He said, "I told them, but they wouldn't listen"
"Told them what?" I asked, but he didn't speak again
He just lay there quiet in his blood and his pain
The morning broke, it was starting to rain
And the guards come in and they got us
Out to the courtyard in the cool morning air
A crowd was waiting, but why were they there?
Two small-time losers, what did they care?
I'd have thought they'd already forgotten
Well, the next thing I heard was the governor's own voice
He raised up his hands and the mob ceased their noise
"According to custom, I'm giving you the choice
Which of these men should I pardon?"
Well the mob went crazy and cried out my name
Shouting, "Give us Barabbas" again and again
The governor sighed and said, "My hands are clean"
The mob shouted, "Give us Barabbas"
But what kind of freedom is this that is mine?
To spend all my days in search of a sign
To have my life saved and to never know why
To owe such a debt to a stranger
I will go with the wind to a far distant land
I will not cease my wandering till I understand
I'll tell everyone, every woman and man
Of the strange things I have beheld here
Of the strange things I have beheld here
Written by: David Olney
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