Tijdens de vakantie wordt er even niet geblogd en gepodcast, maar ik benut de tijd graag om wat mooie muziek met jullie te delen. Zo deelde ik in juli een cover van ‘The Silence of God‘ en vorige week stond ‘Dying Is Absolutely Safe‘ centraal. Vandaag een nummer met een aangename hoeveelheid hoop!
And I fell to my knees with Hosanna on my lips and Hallelujah in my heart. And I knew that you’d been there all along, through the gray and the black, for the darkness is not dark to you.The king is alive. The king is alove. Long live the king
American Arson
In mijn eindejaarslijst kwam het album 'A Line in the Sand' van de band American Arson al langs en daarop staat de mooie afsluiter 'The King is Alive'. Het is lastig te beschrijven wat muziek kan doen, maar ik hoop dat je desondanks weet wat ik bedoel. Ook als dit nummer je weinig zegt. Dank voor het luisteren. En please, luister een nummer van begin tot eind. En ik ben een lyric-man, getuige de vele lyric posts die in de afgelopen jaren hier voorbij kwamen. It matters.
Lyrics
In the beginning, I was formless and void and darkness hovered over the surface of my heart
The world was as gray as a Michigan winter and a nightshade stretched out across the sky
And I wore January like a heavy cloak upon my shoulders and never felt the warmth of the sun
And spring was a laughable fable spun by old crones and little girls in the gutter
And the sunlight a communal delusion to stop beggars from walking into the sea
So I hardened my heart and swore to make my own way with my moxie and by the sweat of my brow
There is a fire in my bones
I’ve felt it flicker and I just can’t let it go
My heart is anchored in hope
So each morning I rose and I toiled until my hands were cracked and bleeding
And each evening I ate with the outcasts and the sinners by the light of a flickering hearth
And I listened to their tales of a long-deceased ruler and an apocryphal sun
And publicly I scoffed at their preposterous fantasies and the faith they so brazenly brandished
But in my heart of hearts, I held fast to the notion of some equivocal, ambiguous hope
And at the dawning of each new day, I stood at the eastern gate and stared solemnly into the black
There is a fire in my bones
I’ve felt it flicker and I just can’t let it go
There is a fire in my bones
I’ve felt it flicker and I just can’t let it go
My heart is anchored in hope
As I kept my faithful vigil, I began to feel the chains shake loose from around my calloused heart
And as the last link fell away, I saw the sky split from top to bottom like a curtain torn in two
And there was the light, there was that king of old, and there was the sun
And I fell to my knees with Hosanna on my lips and Hallelujah in my heart
And I knew that you’d been there all along, through the gray and the black, for the darkness is not dark to you
The king is alive
The king is alove
Long live the king
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