Late to the party
Several of my friends here at the Divinity School happen to be adamant fans of the band Waterdeep. So finally, over a year into this season of my life, I have decided I better see what all the fuss is about. I'm currently spinning the disc To Chase Away the Birds in my car stereo, and right now I am sitting at my desk in my room listening to tracks in Sink or Swim. I guess Waterdeep can be described as Christian folk-rock, akin in some fashion (I think) to the reflective, introspective work of other not-so-well-known acts such as The Normals or Andrew Peterson (okay, Andrew's decently well known in Christian music circles). Here are some nice lyric samples that I enjoy:
Sometimes, God, I feel like I'm living in a bone grinding mill,
and every time I hear the sound I can barely stand still.
It's a thing I can't quite make out sometimes but it seems to keep getting louder
- one more body from the valley of the dry bones getting ground up into powder
against your holy will.
Oh, God, it hurts so bad to love anybody down here.
Why don't you come and help me out?
'Cause I can't even see clear.
- 18 Bullet Holes
At the stretch of dawn
in the yawn of time
You thought upon me
with your bread and wine
But how my blood is hardened
I fear of losing life
So drown me in your heart
and say I'll be your wife
- You Knew
I hope we sit together when Jesus serves the wine
so I can look into your eyes when I taste it the first time.
And I know there's no secrets when you're sitting at that table,
but I believe we'll smile real knowingly when we read the label
and it says "passion sacrificed to keep from going crazy."
We'll tip our glasses to the Host who used to look so hazy,
and drink it down all sweet and slow and slip inside His mind,
and realize it goes down - this is communion wine.
- Both of Us'll Feel the Blast
Sometimes, God, I feel like I'm living in a bone grinding mill,
and every time I hear the sound I can barely stand still.
It's a thing I can't quite make out sometimes but it seems to keep getting louder
- one more body from the valley of the dry bones getting ground up into powder
against your holy will.
Oh, God, it hurts so bad to love anybody down here.
Why don't you come and help me out?
'Cause I can't even see clear.
- 18 Bullet Holes
At the stretch of dawn
in the yawn of time
You thought upon me
with your bread and wine
But how my blood is hardened
I fear of losing life
So drown me in your heart
and say I'll be your wife
- You Knew
I hope we sit together when Jesus serves the wine
so I can look into your eyes when I taste it the first time.
And I know there's no secrets when you're sitting at that table,
but I believe we'll smile real knowingly when we read the label
and it says "passion sacrificed to keep from going crazy."
We'll tip our glasses to the Host who used to look so hazy,
and drink it down all sweet and slow and slip inside His mind,
and realize it goes down - this is communion wine.
- Both of Us'll Feel the Blast
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