The Lions in the street bend their heads
For the reckoning day
Cause the interstate's giving up her dead
For the reckoning day
Would you come alive everybody
Would you come alive everyone
Get up out of bed for the sound of the song unsung
Bury all your guns in the sand
Cause the temperature's changed
and the blood shot eye of the sun
stains the bones of the slain
Would you come alive everybody
Would you come alive everyone
Get up 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.
If you like American rock and he's not on your radar, put him there.
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:
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.

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