I have always loved good music, it doesn’t matter if it is rock, metal, jazz or classical. The word “good” is a subjective term though. My definition of good music is definitely different than most people. When I listen to music I listen for something that will catch me and pull me in. Lyrics, music, keys, rhythms, chords… whatever it might be. Something that catches my attention and will “Pull me Under” into a whole new consciousness.
In the past I have really enjoyed several genres of music. Jazz like Maynard Ferguson to Metal like Megadeth. But, in the last 10 years I have found music that takes this to a whole new level. It started with a band called Spock’s Beard. Laura even got into the first CD I got by them. They are classified as Progressive Rock, similar to Yes, or Rush, but I tend to put them in their own category. Soon after I started listening to them, the “front man”, Neal Morse, left the band after becoming a Christian and wanting to pursue Christian music.
At that point I started listening to Neal’s new music. He put out a wide range of stuff ranging from basic worship CDs to full blown Progressive Rock Epics up to 30 minutes in length. One of which tells the story of Martin Luther. This music moved me.. big time! I could listen to a song over and over, catching new licks, lyrics, harmonies, rhythms, syncopation, etc. Recently I’ve been listening to a band called Theocracy and I get the same “rush” from them. They have a song called “The Gift of Music”, which conveys the spirit of music, it came from God, for God’s pleasure.
Below are the lyrics to this song, read through them and then click the link afterwards to listen to the song (and the lyrics are displayed as well). Yes, it might be a bit to heavy for some listeners, but I hope you give it a chance and I hope you get out of it as much as I do. It’s a great song and the lyrics have a lot of depth and meaning.
The Gift of Music – by Theocracy
Close your eyes, you little dreamers
Numbered as the grains of sand
Do you believe there is a treasure you can’t hold in your hand?
Stewards of My great Creation
I will give this gift to you
A language that can speak your heart when words could never do
The melodies will give you wings to fly above creation
Whenever you can’t find the words to say
So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations
So you can give it back to Me one day
See the child, ashamed and broken
Words can never come out right
Dreams of failure dance in his head every single night
But twelve words in a simple language suddenly make sense somehow
That little boy, once shy and awkward, stands before you now
Music is Your masterpiece, Your signature and smile
The glorious crown jewel of all Creation
Gave a voice and sense of wonder to this lonely child
Whose melodies ring forth Your coronation now
And the strings crescendo like the sunrise in the sky
The percussion section thunders like the storm clouds
In their wonder up on high
The brass is roaring like the mighty ocean’s tide
Creation is music, and music is creation
All the earth, a symphony of balanced majesty
All of life, a melody with four-part harmony
The rhythms march in great complexity
Creation is music, and music is creation, let it sing