I was just in the Christian bookstore with a friend searching for a Bible for another friend who is interested in getting to know Jesus. While we were there we found a 'High Valley' CD. This group of brothers are on tour with Emerson Drive, opening for them during their concerts.
(Note:*Two years ago two of my girlfriends and I went to an Emerson Drive concert, and were so impressed we decided to go again this month when they came to my town.*)
It suprised me so much to see them in the Christian bookstore that I HAD to check them out some more. Sure enough, they've got at least two songs that play to their Christian influences (I forget which branch they practice, but did mention some religious affiliation (as much as I despise using that term) when they performed). So here they are. The lyrics to 'Somebody Like Me' and 'Plastic Jesus.'
Somebody Like Me
(Neil Thrasher / Michael Boggs)
That congregation parted like the red sea
When that old drunk stumbled in down the aisle and took seat
Right in the middle of amazing grace
He could feel the judgment that they were passing
Thought to himself, ain't that just like a bunch of Baptists
He'd rather be on the street than in this place, with tears on his face
You'd think somebody would put their arm around him
You'd think somebody would hit a knee
Pull him in say a prayer
You think somebody would practice what they're preaching
I wonder who that somebody might be
Probably somebody like me
Well he's got problems nobody wants a part of
When he got up and slipped out nobody stood up
They don't want to make a scene so they let him walk out of there
Without a prayer You'd think somebody would do something different
You'd think somebody would go against the grain
Be the one to run him down, bring him back and turn him around
You think somebody would want to make a difference
I wonder who that somebody might be
Probably somebody like me
Plastic Jesus
(Here's the link...)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KG8DN96ajVM
Catt Gravitt/James LeBlanc)
Bouncin' on the dashboard
Boppin' to the beat
To every bump in the road
Every hole in the street
Bought him at the Walmart
Got 'em on sale
The last one sittin' there dusty on the shelf
It's just a tiny figurine....
But are we missin' what it means....
We got crosses on our necks
Bibles in hand
When the sun comes out
We make our own plans
We pull him out when we need him
Put him back when we're done
Ain't no way to treat god's only son....
If we only wanna hear him
When his words will please us
Then we might as well be prayin' to a
Plastic Jesus
Ol' Miss Jackson
At the end of the block
She built her life
Upon that rock
Everyday of the week
She walks that walk
And when she goes to speak
The spirit talks
It do us some good to heed that warning
It ain't just about Sunday morning
Lord, knows we'd be better off
If we could just surrender all....
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