In the mid nineties, I had a little red Buick and a big ol’ bass box in the trunk, and would listen to “Christian Rock”, cranked to 11.
(What did you say? Huh? Can you say that again, I didn’t hear you….)
I have gotten away from that genre for many reasons, the least of which may be a loss of hearing, but some songs have stuck with me over the decades.
The artist’s I listened to sought to reflect Scriptural teaching for the most part. They ranged from “preaching” pop culture religion to significant theological teaching. As I listened to the lyrics, I found some to be quite challenging.
To be honest, I listened because I could justify the rock beat with “sanctified lyrics”.
Occassionaly I will post a song, supply the lyrics and make a comment or two. If you decide to listen to the tune, turn the speaker down unless you are already deaf. Some of the songs tend to have a certain “volume” about them!
This post will consider the song
This Old Man – by Guardian
Speaking of looking back at the past, being dragged down with memories of waste and bad decisions. This song speaks of that ol’ man who constantly tears at our soul, taking away the joy and peace the Messiah supplies as we walk in the Spirit.
This old man, he’s flicking on the brights
He’s wanting squatter’s rights
He’s gotta have his space in your face
Get you reminiscing for the very years you wasted
Every bitter fruit you tasted gonna snare you in a stare-down
This song has a message for every believer. The Old Man is an anchor, an enemy. This old man is me!
Take a listen!
This Old Man – by Guardian
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Remember me? ‘Member me?
This old man, he plays one on one
He was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. son
This old man, he’s got the smell of sin
He’s got the nature of sin he was your actual, factual old sin nature
Mother praying, Jesus save the boy
Save him from the old man, got away, glory, glory
Up from the water, out of the grave
Wearing a new man’s clothes
The old man’s dragging the lake again lately
What does he want? Mama, you don’t suppose
This old man, he don’t mind the gap
He’s like a subway rat, he’s crawling out your past
Out the dark, little land shark, little predator scavenger
Serving up sucker punch, flyweight, gonna eat your lunch
This old man, he’s flicking on the brights
He’s wanting squatter’s rights
He’s gotta have his space in your face
Get you reminiscing for the very years you wasted
Every bitter fruit you tasted gonna snare you in a stare-down
Better to choke than breathe in your curse
This old man, this old man
Better to crawl than to ride in your hearse
This old man, this old man
This old man, this old man
Up from the water, out of the grave
Wearing a new man’s clothes
The old man’s dragging the lake again lately
What does he want? Mama, you don’t suppose
This old man, he plays seek and destroy
He comes robbing my joy, he’s here spreading the rot
Old man, don’t you get it? What I’ve got is good as gold
Good as gold, better than gold
Let me know what you think of the lyrics, and of the tunes!
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