So first of all, Happy Belated Easter. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday, and long weekend. And for all you Christians who have been lamenting recently over the absence of truly great "Christian" music, here is a song about the Passion that everyone should listen to. Now never ever complain again, because Thrice is amazing, and many of their songs are based off of Christian morals, biblical stories, and Christian writers (most notably, C.S. Lewis). Your wishes have been fulfilled. Go forth and listen.
So, Listen Through Me also (conveniently) happens to be my first Song of the Week. This song is only one example of Thrice's impressive lyrical work (and it isn't even their best work). They are a phenomenal band, I really can't rave about them enough, so check them out!
Lyrics for Listen Through Me
I've seen his ragged shoes
The soles are worn straight through
Well I proclaimed
The king has sang the blues
If you've got better news
Then make it play
He laid aside his crown
All our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground
With our burdens buried
Listen to me
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though we're men of lips unclean
I speak truly
What you only think you've heard
Everything
Everything
Everything hangs on a word
Sparing no expense
He made recompense
For all the earth
The story's an offense
So get down from that fence
And bless or curse
The soles are worn straight through
Well I proclaimed
The king has sang the blues
If you've got better news
Then make it play
He laid aside his crown
All our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground
With our burdens buried
Listen to me
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though we're men of lips unclean
I speak truly
What you only think you've heard
Everything
Everything
Everything hangs on a word
Sparing no expense
He made recompense
For all the earth
The story's an offense
So get down from that fence
And bless or curse
He laid aside his crown
All our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground
With our burdens buried
The shadows all had flown
In the light diminished
He emptied out his lungs
Crying it is finished
Listen to me
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though we're men of lips unclean
I speak truly
What you only think you've heard
Everything
Everything
Everything hangs on a word
A word...
The shadows all had flown
In the light diminished
He emptied out his lungs
Crying it is finished
Listen to me
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though we're men of lips unclean
I speak truly
What you only think you've heard
Everything
Everything
Everything hangs on a word
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