A song about a little guy nobody liked named Zacchaeus.
lyrics
FOUR FOOT THREE
You know I’ve never been much of one to measure up
To any standard you could name
And there’s a laundry list of things I’ve tried and given up
And I’m so tired of playing games
All the things I’ve tried to make myself feel tall
Are problems I can’t solve
So I’ll climb up this sycamore tree
And I’ll go out on a limb to hear You speak
But I don’t believe that I can look You in the eye
And it’s not because I’m four foot three
Is it true that You are a friend to those who fall,
And that You’ve taken guys like me?
Well, what if I’ve thought the worst and done it all,
Can I even cry, “Mercy!?”
(CHORUS)
You call my name, Your life for mine and I’m washed clean
You call my name, Your life for mine, I’m no the same
(REPEAT)
So I’ll climb down this sycamore tree
And I’ll stand before You all of four foot three
I can’t believe that I can look You in the eye
Well it’s all Your mercy growing me
Ben Wheeler uses an East German synthesizer and a Soviet flanger to create hauntingly weird yet bright and open electronic soundscapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 10, 2022