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  1. Spare Change

From the recording Land Of The Living (2001)

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(key of G: “the people’s key”)
Oct. 13, 1996. This song was written on the fall 1996 tour with Caedmon’s Call. It was their first big national tour just before signing with Warner Records. We (Ridgely) were the opening act. I distinctly remember sitting in Don McCollister’s studio (Nickel & Dime Studios) in Atlanta on a night off and was struggling with the last line, the clincher, to “I give you my forever……”. Derek Webb (guitarist, singer/songwriter for the band) happened to be there listening in and offered “….and my spare change too”. Co-write. A nice moment in the grander scheme of things. Nickel & Dime Studios: where Caedmon’s Call’s self-titled Warner release was recorded as well as Ridgely’s The Only Thing.

I’ve always felt sorry for pennies, the loser of the coin family, the black sheep of the U.S. Mint, the valueless underdog in the financial world. I root for the underdog. Heck, even Andy Rooney gets in on the penny-bashing (“Costly pennies more trouble than they’re worth”). I remember as a kid finding a penny on the ground and thinking I’d stumbled upon a million bucks. To this day I still like to throw a penny or two on the ground in plain view every now and then and hope that a child will find it, pick it up and find joy in the copper face of Lincoln. For that reason I hope the U.S. Mint never does away with this little humble coin, regardless of its “worth” because we’ve all felt worthless before.

Lyrics

Spare Change

as you see I’m Lincoln and laying on my back
helpless in this city, lost between the cracks
there’s no fun to labor to bend and pick me up
’cause what fun is there in a penny when you’re fresh out of luck?

born somewhere in Denver, Brooklyn is now my home
I know that you’ve seen my face counting pockets full of coins
found on city pavement, children squeal with delight
but patrons drop me faster than a quarter or a dime

heads or tails, I am not a king
I am just a coin in the grander scheme of things
baptize me with fire: the dross to remove
I give you my forever and my spare change too

carved on my existence the etchings of the truth
credit, though it’s given, is a credit long overdue
even thieves don’t seem to need me, small though I am
but the meek shall inherit what no earthly coin can

thrown into the fountain I dream for bigger things
but this must be my calling facing lions in the ring
a single lonely digit, I am not ashamed
for service in the kingdom by the Maker I was made

heads or tails, I am not a king
I am just a coin in the grander scheme of things
baptize me with fire: the dross to remove
I give you my forever and my spare change too