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Street Preachers From Outer Space

by Jay Tholen

Down by the brook lies a family of stones a mama, a papa, and two little ones lulled quickly to sleep by the sound of the stream chance is the nothing that enters their dreams those rocks have never dreamt of time these rocks have never dreamt of you these rocks have never dreamt of me these rocks have never dreamt of anything reach for your chance, bow to your chance pray to your chance, say "I love you chance" stand up and look around is it real and are you sure? how can you know that what you're seeing isn't made up in your mind? now you've got it figured out yeah you seen it written down in all the knowledge that surrounds you can it love you? can it love you? and can those chance collisions hold your hand out in the dark? can they mend a stony heart? can they keep you from falling apart?
the church where i grew up is now a community center museum in the summer and a shelter in the winter on display are artifacts that show building's faithful past and some of them belonged to mom and dad oakwood baptist church is now for ration distribution trinity cathedral plans environment solutions chapel on eighth street was once a temple of the Holy One but now it's just a karaoke bar pig with a nose ring pig stole our golden ring on his way to babylon i'm just complaining whining and blaming right and the left wing there aint no thing to be sad about starving children die with sad and shriveled little faces wildfires ravaging the world in diverse places blood is spilled across the land, the blood of God, the blood of man only one can save us from this hell how much more how much can you take? how much more how much can you take? pig with a nose ring pig stole our golden ring on his way to babylon i'm just complaining whining and blaming right and the left wing there aint no thing to be sad about the Bridegroom's coming to take us home tonight (we're going home) a thousand flames are raining down from afar we hear Your trumpets sound fire falls through ash and cloud as the presence of Your love surrounds us
when we were kids we used to pray out loud deep in those woods and i know that you that you can't hear me now but i really wish you could and in our innocence we better understood that a way was made upon that piece of wood that thing you'd say back when the neighbors asked if we were saved it was cute, back then but there's no party here and i can't recognize my friends and now i don't remember my accomplisments the flies that swarm around, they bake into my skin and yeah i've made my fate and i've chosen my own end and if it's not too late i pray He draw you into Him
Peace 04:02
the mist left by a rainstorm at it's end, is floating down the smell of ground, it fills my lungs as darkened clouds are drowned by sun your peace descends from far above i feel Your love, i feel Your love
i remember that morning when we were late for school, my brother tumbled head first down the old porch stairs and i laughed so hard i laughed so hard i remember that winter scrawny neighbor girls were skating around outside and the ice gave way to make a grave for them below and i laughed so hard we laughed so hard a sick laugh permeates the air in cold and public places it rings out from the mouths of those whom irony embraces nothing can be real to them no, nothing can be known and when the joke is over they'll find themselves alone i remember that evening when we heard him beg for mercy, but still we emptied rounds into his greying head and we laughed so hard we laughed so hard --> removed <-- [[[ i remember that summer when we set ourselves on fire, the pain had us in stitches as our father cried still we laughed so hard we laughed so hard ]]] lauging is the new crying and you can tell whose souls are dying by looking at the way they're laughing we'd laugh ourselves to death if we could have more time to cover our ears and eyes but we're greatly loved


i'm mildly embarrassed at this album now but I still like bits of it. and some of the lyrics are cool. it's a bit too, uh, weird al-ish and cocky/self-assured at times, but some of the sonic stuff i did must've been magic because i don't remember how I squeezed those sounds out of my meager ~studio~ at the time


released May 2, 2009


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Jay Tholen is a person who can't get a real life prog/art rock band together so he makes electronic music instead.

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