Альбом Newsboys

Oi. Boy. Got a new gig?
It's jammin' your brain like a too-tight wig.
Stuff this new religious phase.
Your home is here in the yellow haze.
Oi. Boy. What are you doin'?
Wearing your faith like a new tattoo
when friends and formers don't approve this.
(Brillo pads will not remove this.)

I cannot get you, I do not want you out of my system.
I cannot get you, I do not want you out of my head.

Oi. Boy. What are you on?
We'd try to help you but you're too far gone.
First we thought you'd be rejecting us.
Now we're scared you'll start infecting us.
Oi. Boy. Come again.
Someday soon it'll all sink in,
as all your efforts to inspire us spread like some computer virus.

I cannot get you, I do not want you out of my system.
I cannot get you, I do not want you out of my head.

Always stalled by hidden fears,
always stuck in neutral gears
until I gave the driver's seat away.
Take my life and make it real.
Turn the key and take the wheel.
Push the throttle through the floor, evermore...

I cannot get you, I do not want you out of my system.
I cannot get you, I do not want you out of my head.

Chorus
I'm not ashamed to let you know
I want this light in me to show.
I'm not ashamed
to speak the name of Jesus Christ.

What are we sneaking around for?
Who are we trying to please?
Shrugging off sin,
apologizing like we're spreading
some kind of disease.
I'm saying, No way. No way.

- Chorus -

This one says it's lost cause
– save your testimonies for churchtime.
The other ones state you'd better wait
until you do a little market research.
I'm saying, No way. No way.

- Chorus -

When youґre dull from all that glitters,
when youґre thoughts have a hollow ring,
when you canґt escape from the feeling
you're getting it wrong...

All your foolproof plans seem foolish,
all your status is status quo,
all your really need to know
is where you belong.

Chorus
Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow
strangely dim in the light
of His glory and grace.

I was used to the cold for so long
that I couldnґt feel anything.
And I shivered and stared like a beggar
who wonґt lift his hands.
I was numb until he touched me.
I was deaf until he heard.
I was senseless ґtil I met the one
who understands.

- Chorus -
(echoes)

Turn your eyes
Turn your eyes
Turn your eyes

And the things of earth
Will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace

Chasing after the rainbow's end
left me clutching a fistful of wind.
That last adventure must have been just a waste of my time.
Ten pleasures for every wish.
Twenty scratches for every itch.
One hundred ways to catch a fish.
Just a waste of my time.

Dead beats, dead end streets, every step I falter.
Fill my cup, fill me up, take me to the altar.

Upon this rock I've a reason.
Upon this rock I am strong.
Upon this rock I've a reason.
I'm standing where I belong.

Wish I hadn't built as big a house.
Makes it hard to catch a little mouse.
(I'd chase it but I'm feeling drowsy,
all from wasting my time.)

I need a glimpse of my calling now,
get my feet back behind the plow.
This idle age will not allow
just a waste of my time.
This day burn away every indecision.
Angst-free anchor me.
Make my life a mission.

He swings to the left,
she leans to the right,
but that doesn't make a flight a given.
And some pitch their tents in the middle
of the fence, but it doesn't matter
where you're living.

His spirit's in me his spirit's in you,
so there's a common bond between us.
And the mission for me is a mission for
you - we have a common cause to link us.

Chorus
Strong love yeah, people.
Strong strong love between us.
Strong love yeah, people, and you know
it's true that it always must be there.

He worships while he grooves,
she prays and barely moves,
but they're both reflecting pure devotion.

And some go for broke like headless chicken-folk
(inspiring jokes about pultry-in-motion).

His spirit's in me, his spirit's in you,
so there's a common bond between us.
And the mission for me is a mission for you -
we have a common cause to link us.

- Chorus -

Now don't just agree and then wait on history -
this is not a duty-free abstraction. Divisors get blurred and the message
gets heard by puttin' Jesus' words in action.

It's a master design it's a millionwatt sign.
You can see it shine like patent leather.
It's a way people see how heaven's
gonna be when we live in unity together.

Chorus
Strong love yeah, people.
Strong strong love between us.
Strong love love yeah, people,
And you know it feels like
it always will be there.

I catch you digging in my trash
for stuff I've long thrown away.
You bring it back on a tray.

And I hear you wheezing in the hall
spreading gems and old news.
You always love to confuse.
I flee the light just to live in your shadow.
I'm needing mercy and you offer me blame.


Chorus 1
Dear Shame:
You're oh so eager to toy with me.
You're always stealing the joy in me.
You love to whisper my name, Dear Shame, Dear Shame.

You've got me living like a bug,
crawling in fear.
(It's been a very long year.)
I dream of growing some wings,
I think I'm flying away,
then you point and you spray.
All my hidden secrets
crave the light of forgiveness.
You pull the shades,
you accuse and you blame.

- Chorus 1 -

I fled the light just to live in your shadow.
I needed mercy, and you offered me blame.

Chorus 2
Dear Shame:
I think I'm wise to your strategy.
I won't be needing your company.
My name's eternally clear,
Dear Shame,
Dear Shame.

We've gotta job to do.
We're runnin' out of time to do it.
You've got a gift to use.
Get out in the world and use it.
Bury your foolish pride.
We've gotta unionize.
Boy, don't you think it's time
to boycott hell?
Boycott hell.

We've got the strength to win
standing arm in arm together.
Forget our differences,
we can change the world forever.
Bury your foolish pride.
We've gotta unionize.
Boy, don't you think it's
time to boycott hell?

Don't let a neighbor go,
form a holy picket line.
We've gotta let them know.
Don't you think it's time
to boycott hell.

Rap by Steve Taylor:
Guess who comin' through
with a little disclaimer.
Tune's OK but the words
are gettin' lamer.
Ain't no saint can legitimitize.
Rhymin' "pride" with "time" with "unionize".

See I agree we oughta boycott hell.
But we oughta boycott
dumb lyrics as well.

Don't let a neighbor go,
form a holy picket line.
We've gotta let them know.
Don't you think it's time
to boycott hell.

We've got a job to do.
We're running out of time to do it.
You've got a gift to use.
Get out in the world and use it.
Bury your foolish pride.
We've gotta unionize.
Boy, don't you think it's time
to boycott hell.

Boycott hell.

Waiting.
We're waiting for apologies,
and we're waiting.
We're both expecting sympathies.

Another hour is gone.
We sulk and carry on
so stubborn-hearted.

Waiting.
We're marking secret borders now,
and we're waiting.
We're in our separate corners now.
We wait for night to fall.
We can't even recall
what got this started.

Chorus
Now is the time and here is the place,
'cause we lose these hours
and casting blame
when we should be saying grace.
We can find a better way.
We can stand on common ground.
We can work this out
between us before the sun goes down.

We come together.

Waiting.
We don't know what
we're trying to prove,
but we're waiting.
Until the other makes a move
we stick to our facades.
We only speak in nods and sullen glances.
Waiting. Our shadows just get longer now.
We need to start again before this day
has stolen all our chances.

"18, and I'm outta here."
She had reached her independence day.
Never saw her mother's private tears
or the times her daddy prayed
to God to see her through.

Chorus
Love comes true...

"21 and I'm so confused,"
getting up her nerve to call collect.
"I do not need help from anyone,
but there's a few little words
I did neglect to say to you..."

Chorus
Love comes true...
No turning back the clock,
just waiting for a knock.
Lord, if she only knew.

Love comes with patience.
Love lost is found.
32, married, and kids for her own,
she's come around.
She needs them to help her through.

Chorus
Love comes true...
Love is sending out a light.
Love is gonna make it right.
Love is finally getting through.

Like a crimminal guilty on all counts, rattling his cage with every ounce
of resolve he never had,
I was convicted.

Then I took the pardon
and the walls came down,
but I must like it here,
'cause I keep hanging around
for a better suit, and an escort,
and a winning lottery ticket.

First we waited for miracles.
Then we needed a sign.
Now we're here to confess
we've wasted the time.


Chorus
Every blade will wither and fade,
as the old man dies again.
Season pass, we're clinging to grass,
'cause we've lost the sky again.

Like a woman trying to give birth,
she strains, she labors,
she's not sure if it's worth the suffering,
as she wonders, "How long?"

When I first heard the rumor
you were coming back
I confess my impatience,
I guess I lost track of what
I'm to persevere for,
of the reason you put me here for.

Back then it was any day now.
Never dreamed we were wrong.
Now we're shaking our heads,
wondering, "how long?"

Chorus
Every blade...
I feel a moment of your perfect love.
I catch a glimmer of your sweet grace.
But it only makes me long for the day
when I look full in your face.