TheLions in the street bend their heads
Forthe reckoning day
Causethe interstate’s giving up her dead
Forthe reckoning day
Wouldyou come alive everybody
Wouldyou come alive everyone
Getup out of bed for the sound of the song unsung
Buryall your guns in the sand
Causethe temperature’s changed
andthe blood shot eye of the sun
stainsthe bones of the slain
Wouldyou come alive everybody
Wouldyou come alive everyone
Getup out of bed for the sound of the song unsung
As many a person has pointed out, there’s a lot of sentimental, self-focused Christian worship pop floating around these days, just as there has been for decades (some would say “since 19th century hymnody,” but that’s another story). John Mark McMillan is a tonic for that sentimentality. Every now and then he strikes a theological note that rubs me wrong, but more often, his independence, conviction, and vision are like something out of Flannery O’Connor.Â
If you like American rock and he’s not on your radar, put him there.Â
P.S.: If I wasn’t won over by his sound, I would have been by this interview where he answers the “What are you listening to” question more or less as I would:Â
I really love the Fleet Foxes, Bon Iver, and My Morning Jacket. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with Ryan Adams for years that I can’t seem to shake and which is probably a little too obvious. I’m always down for some Springsteen, and lately, believe it or not, I’ve been digging on some classic Guns’ N’ Roses and a little Thriller era Michael Jackson.Â