First Love EP

by James Tweedy

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"...that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light." - 1 Peter 2:9

I spent my formative years in Los Angeles, after moving down from Canada at the age of 17. Coming up through the independent music scene, I played in a handful of bands, some more well-known than others - perhaps most notably, Sunday’s Best and as a founding member of LA hardcore-punk band, The Bronx.

I ended up leaving The Bronx in 2007, without any kind of formal public announcement or explanation. It was apparent that it was time for me to move on as I felt the call of my life was pulling me elsewhere.

The idea I had been wrestling with that accelerated my departure from the band was rediscovering the reality of the faith I'd been introduced to in my early teens, perhaps because it stood in such a stark contrast to the life I was living in the band. I had arrived at the idea that God either exists or He doesn’t – and we need to live according to that reality. Choosing not to believe in God has no bearing on His existence, He's either there or He's not. What we think about it doesn’t really matter. Truth is truth regardless of our perception and at the end of our lives we're all accountable for what we've done and the way we've lived.

And that's where the beautiful, cleansing grace of Jesus enters in and washes all of our mess away, stripping us of the poor choices of our past, regardless of what we've done, and clothing us in the white, spotless, perfection of Jesus. All we have to do is believe in His Name and His finished work upon the Cross, where He conquered sin, death and the devil once and for all - and we can be restored in right relationship to our God who created us and loves us.

After a final year in Los Angeles it was apparent that the seasons of my life had changed and so I returned to my hometown of Vancouver. During that time I recognized that I still very much had a desire to continue to create music, something I've always loved doing. Some friends and I decided on a sound that fit the songs I'd been writing that also resonated with us personally and we set off to record this project. Sonically, it shares more in common with the shoegaze scene of the early-90’s than any of my former bands and it was a departure from my acoustic demos but it seemed to work, so we went with it.

My hope is that these songs will help you express your heart in worship towards your Creator and He will draw you ever closer to Him as you make Him the pursuit of your life.

"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come." (2 Cor. 5:17)

Western Collective Recordings © 2011


released October 11, 2011

James Tweedy • Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Ryan Worsley • Guitar, Bass, Keys, Synth, Noises
Greg Swinehart • Drums
Andrew McTaggart & Adam Stewart • Vocals (tracks 2, 3)

Produced by Ryan Worsley and James Tweedy

Recorded, Engineered, Mixed by Ryan Worsley
(with a little bit of help from Cameron Nicklaus)
at Echoplant Sound in Coquitlam, BC

Mastered by Stu McKillop at Rain City Recorders

Recorded between Christmas Eve 2009 and May 2011

Chord charts with lyrics are available with download of the album


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James Tweedy Vancouver, British Columbia

James Tweedy spent his formative years in Los Angeles playing in a handful of bands, namely indie-darlings, Sunday’s Best and LA hardcore-punk outfit, The Bronx. After leaving Los Angeles, he moved to the countryside of his hometown of Vancouver, Canada and emerged from this season with a new sound that echoes with themes of redemption, eternity and exploring the space between Creator and created. ... more

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Track Name: First Love
Holy, Holy, Holy,
First Love
Only, only, only

Hands held high to You, we praise
Our beloved Messiah
Our hearts are filled with love and praise
To You, Our King

We praise You, fall at Your feet, dear King
So refreshing
Healing and in-filling Spirit, we adore You now
You, Our King

Thank You for giving all Your life
Thank You for sharing a light so bright
Thank You for saving us and healing us
All of You in our lives
All of You in us
Track Name: Deeper
Turn my ear to the whisper of Your voice in my soul
That I may walk, ever closer with You
I want to be, wholly devoted to You
Pressing in, to the truth of who You are
and falling...

Deeper, deeper in love

Set my eyes, on You alone
That my way, would lead only to Your door
I want to see You, waiting with open arms
To be held, in the grace of One so strong
and falling...

Deeper, deeper in love
Saviour, come save my soul
Lover of my soul, I'm coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home again
Track Name: Weightless
Lord, send your mercy down, weightless, like a dove
Everything we have, is from Your hand
Fix our eyes upon, the One upon the throne
Let us not forget that this life is Yours

So we worship and we bow down on our knees
In a whisper, in the silence is when You speak
And we cry, “Holy, holy are you Lord”

Quiet our restless souls, that we may receive
Everything You are, is all we need
For our lips are dry, and we long to drink
Let your presence fall, wash us clean

You are the breath in our lungs
You are our waking thought
You are the reason we live

So we worship and bow down on our knees
In a whisper, in the silence is when You speak
And we cry, “Holy, holy are you Lord”
To receive all glory, honor and power, Amen
Track Name: Majesty
The flickering light starts to fade
The slightest of smiles on your face
Is it really all that they said
It was before you left

Is the light really so bright
It shines through closed eyes
Warmer than sun on your face
With a peace that washes like waves, washes like waves…

At your feet a sea of glass
Lightning ignites and thunder cracks
Finally to look upon Your Face
With a peace that washes like waves, washes like waves…

Oh, Majesty,
Oh, Majesty
Receive us, Our King, clothed in white

Oh death, where is your sting?
We'll sing forever to Our King