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 Love, Money by Bride.
As I read through the lyrics from a song published in 1992, it bears an uncanny echo of the world we live in today. The concept before us in this song is that as the culture, our culture embraces materialism, the importance of the family fades away.
Some in the 90’s (or even before that) were willing to expose our culture’s trend to destruction. Bride was able to elucidate the downward spiral. It is quite the song to consider!
Love, Money – by Bride
There’s a war around Disney land
There’s no love they don’t understand
Free falling through America
They have no family with gun in hand
It’s a world self-contained
Wear no colors, but they have a name
See it in their eyes
Racial genocide blood on the streets
Love, money prison crime
No graffiti doing time
Safe house wearing scars
Got to prove who they are
Love, money prison crime
No graffiti doing time
Safe house wearing scars
Got to prove who they are
Had to leave their mother land
Sanctuary for the rebel man
Where are all of your machine guns stashed
Freedom is your cocaine in the kitchen trash
They lived in violence all their life
Stepped over bodies day and night
They have a habit of spreading fear, here in America
Love, money prison crime
No graffiti doing time
Safe house wearing scars
Got to prove who they are
Love, money prison crime
No graffiti doing time
Safe house wearing scars
Got to prove who they are
We open our arms, we open our doors
The world on our shoulders, hope on the shores
We have stood strong, have bared our soul
There’s an epidemic makes my heart so cold
Love, money prison crime
No graffiti doing time
Safe house wearing scars
Got to prove who they are
Love, money prison crime
No graffiti doing time
Safe house wearing scars
Got to prove who they are
Who they are!
Take a listen!
Let me know what you think, eh?
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