Under The Blood

[Image: 'The Best We Could Find (+3 That Never Escaped)' Front Cover]

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"Sell a mirage"
Says The Voice of The Cunning
Button-down yes-men
Market it well

"Sell a mirage
And the hordes come running"
Cheap grace rains
Like pennies from hell

In the cool flame flickers
Some psychopath stickman
Weeping to the cameras
Begging for trust

But the seeds lie here
In a proud heart needing
Your covering under

Under the blood
Under the blood
A cover under the blood

Under the blood
Under the blood
There's a refuge under the blood

Shutter the room
There's a Light penetrating
Stickmen tremble
And cover their eyes

Shutter this room
There's a judgment waiting
Cheap grace rains down
Quite a surprise

In the stained glass ghetto
There's a hired hand setting
Up a table in remembrance
Of no one at all

And if I'm that man
Could your mercy bring me back
Into communion?

Under the blood
Under the blood
Communion under the blood

Under the blood
Under the blood
Can you reach me?

Under the blood
There's a light in the hollow
Under the blood
Where you lead I will follow

And the blitzkrieg drones
And the bleeding earth groans
And your Comforter heals me
Whispering hope

You're alive
In the soul of a sinner
Cover me under
Under the blood


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About The Song

From Now The Truth Can Be Told Liner Notes & Song-By-Song Essays, Now The Truth Can Be Told Insert Booklet, August 23rd, 1994:

One of the few tracks I recorded that "never escaped" until 1988's The Best We Could Find compilation, it takes on what Bonhoeffer called the "cheap grace" mentality so prevalent in modern Christianity.

This song never quite achieved its full potential, and I mostly blame my own compositional and arranging missteps (although a better cellist might have saved the string section). But I think the lyrics merit special attention. They were fuelled by one recurring image in particular--that of a disgraced evengelist weeping tears of repentance for a televised audience, yet refusing to step down even temporarily as head of his ministry empire. Too easy of a target? Indeed it was, which is why each verse ends with three long fingers pointing back at me.