Walking through, into a dark-lit room,
Where the big man stood beside me,
I said, "You, God, you must help me through,
These bad times that affect us,"
He said, "I, I cannot help you due,
To these limitations I set,
I do choose not to intrude,
On the lives of humans.
I asked,
"How could God make such a choice?
If you see all girls and boys,
And you have the power to,
Help them, then why wouldn't you?"
I told him that I didn't think we should die,
And we just stepped a bad patch in the graveyard. (x2)
Sometimes, I kneel at my bedside,
And I hope to feel what you feel,
And Sometimes, I crack open the Bi-
-ble and flip through the pages,
And I sigh because I know that I,
Could never just have faith,
Although, I try, but it is so futile,
It doesn't make a difference.
So when people say to pray,
I ignore them and walk away,
Because,
Whenever I try, it feels forced and contrived,
So I might as well just stop trying. (x2)
When I work in mysterious ways,
I get scolded like it is just not okay,
And when I let somebody down, they never say,
They still believe in me cause they just have faith
It's a double-standard.
Do a keg stand,
For Jesus,
Those kids would have wanted it,
They really would have wanted it.
In Charlie's words, this record is like travelling "all around the world (and the Mid-west) in just 36 minutes!" He's not kidding. I can't identify half the instruments he used, but they sound great. Kenny Hoffman
I often consult Ryan about my own recordings. Listen to his most recent EP to find out why. The arrangements! The humungous synths! The layers! The songwriting! I couldn't do any of it. Great stuff. Kenny Hoffman
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023