For those that have read this blog for a while, seeing the name “Derek Webb” AGAIN in the title of one of my posts probably caused you to at least roll your eyes, if not actually letting out a heavy sigh accompanied with an “oh Paul…”. This is because in about a three month span, I wrote 8 posts all having to do with Derek Webb’s newest album Stockholm Syndrome (here they are: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8). Admittedly, I kept writing all those mainly because I was boasting record visits to my site because of those articles and I wanted to maintain that. But eventually it got old, and I went back to my smaller numbers, though those article still rank as my highest visited even still.
But another reason I wrote all those articles is that I genuinely adore Webb’s music. It’s incredible. Every album is a completely different experience but it’s still Webb. In honor of this, for My Fav Monday, I wanted to share with all of you my favorite song of all time. It is a song by Derek Webb off of his first solo album She Must and Shall Go Free and it’s called Wedding Dress. Below, you’ll find a live acoustic recording of the song, the best YouTube video I could find of him performing it (sorry for the sort of cheesy intro/outro), and the lyrics. This song has so much of my life and relationship to God attached to it. I hope you enjoy it as well.
“Wedding Dress” by Derek Webb (from the album “The House Show“)
If you could love me as a wife
and for my wedding gift, your life
should that be all I’ll ever need
or is there more I’m looking for?
and should I read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
to make me handsome, rich, and wise
is that really what you want?
I am a whore I do confess
but I put you on just like a wedding dress
and I run down the aisle.
I’m a prodigal with no way home
but I put you on just like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle to you.
So could you love this bastard child
though I don’t trust you to provide;
with one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in your side.
I am so easily satisfied
by the call of lovers less wild
that I would take a little cash
over your very flesh and blood.
Because money cannot buy
a husband’s jealous eye
when you have knowingly deceived his wife.