Josh Garrels

I’m really enjoying several albums I downloaded for free yesterday from Noisetrade

I haven’t had a chance to dig into the lyrics, but they, along with the music, are understated. It’s nice.

The wild man he just killed my religion
He cut it to the bone like a needed incision
The cancerous growth of formulaic precision
That blocks the life-blood in rebellious collision
Cold constructs robbing faith from decision
But where’s your rubric for the man that was risen
He is my vision, he is my vision, be Thou my vision
When the tables have turned, and I’ve lost money, and temples are burned
By His scares we will learn about truth
In the depths of our souls that are marred by the tooth of a beast
Underneath so many deceased, sold out suckers traded life to be yeast
Just to get a piece or a status increase
Find grace and have peace when you eat the Lords feast
And you eat, of His flesh, and His blood
It’s coming quick and strong as the mightiest flood
Yet my mind still gets stuck in the mud
Bottom feeding on the trash like a catfish, brats wish on all of that which
Is established to sit ill in hearts and in our souls, sweet river roll