Revelation thru Agitation

HO HO, HEY HEY —
Donald Trump has GOT to STAY !

WHY ?
Because he is the only true poet and humble philosopher-king we have.

Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God:
defend me from them that rise up against me.
Deliver me from the workers of iniquity,
and save me from bloody men.
For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul:
the mighty are gathered against me;
not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Lord.
They run and prepare themselves without my fault:
awake to help me, and behold.
Thou therefore, O Lord God of hosts, the God of Israel,
awake to visit all the heathen:
be not merciful to any wicked transgressors. Selah.
They return at evening:
they make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.
Behold, they belch out with their mouth: swords are in their lips:
for who, say they, doth hear?
But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them;
thou shalt have all the heathen in derision.
Because of his strength will I wait upon thee:
for God is my defence.
The God of my mercy shall prevent me:
God shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies.
Slay them not, lest my people forget:
scatter them by thy power; and bring them down, O Lord our shield.
For the sin of their mouth and the words of their lips
let them even be taken in their pride:
and for cursing and lying which they speak.
Consume them in wrath, consume them, that they may not be:
and let them know that God ruleth in Jacob unto the ends of the earth.  Selah.
And at evening let them return;
and let them make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.
Let them wander up and down for meat,
and grudge if they be not satisfied.
But I will sing of thy power;
yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning:
for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.
Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing:
for God is my defence, and the God of my mercy.

Psalm 59 (KJV)

A Psalm of Roxy


Can pop music reach empyrean heights
and move the fallen human soul toward God?

Most often, when pop music tries to do this the results are abysmal. Yet, once in a while, a rock’n’roll song brings heaven down into our vale of tears (or launches us toward the throne of the Creator).   Depending on one’s personal taste in music, this can be very subjective, I know. One man’s high art is another’s velvet painting…

Today I want to bring you two versions of Psalm by the 70’s glam-rock band Roxy Music. This song has always intrigued me.

First the original studio version from the album Stranded (1973).  It builds slowly, the rhythm becoming more insistent, with the London Welsh Male Choir singing as the song crescendos to its finish. The rhythm of this composition has always made me think of those New Orleans jazz funerals or Creole-Indian Mardi-Gras parade struts – a sort of stuttering syncopated marching-band beat on the snare, much like Dr. John’s version of Junco Pardner… 

I have sometimes wondered whether Ferry was affecting the persona of a Bible-believer in this song for purposes of  irony or mockery. But after pondering the lyrics to many of his other songs [like Triptych or In Every Dreamhome a Heartache] I get the sense that  this is a straightforward heartfelt song.  I guess only Bryan Ferry and the Lord  know for sure…

Try on your love – like a new dress
The fit and the cut – your friends to impress
Try on your smile, square on your face
Showing affection should be no disgrace

Try out your Godhope He will send
Kindness from strangers on whom you depend
Try on His coat; a mantle most fine
Myriad colours: his harmony-thine

‘Believe in me’ once seemed a good line
Now belief in Jesus is faith more sublime
Head in the clouds, but I can’t see the Lord
Short of perfection – I’ll try to be good.

I’ll stand at His gate – I’ll wait for His sign
Then I’ll walk in His garden when it’s my time
Drink from His cup… hush now, don’t you cry
His quiet waters w
ill never never run dry
Nearing death’s vale; he’s here by my side
He leads me to paradise: a mountain so high, high, high high high…

(Instrumental)

Don’t be afraid – just treasure His word
Singing His praises; I know that I’ll be heard
He’s going to take you by the hand.

He’s gonna make you feel so good
Open up your eyes – and then you’ll see all that you should
Forget all your troubles; you will feel no pain

He’s all that you need. He’s our everything
When I’m feeling all at sea – and deliverance is that distant shore
I will not be worried. Someday His house will be my home
For ever more…for ever more…for ever more…for ever more

For ever more …

Compare this track to the live version below. Bryan Ferry enunciates every word clearly – the band members play with totally relaxed precision – the song is all about God.  Wow.  There is not much Rock’n’Roll that reaches these heights [“…a mountain so high, high, high..”] and this is why Roxy Music is my all-time favorite band.

Is this at the level of liturgical chanting and holy high art? Definitely not. In fact the first few lines introduce an element of  campy glam-fashion superficiality that is at odds with the rest of the lyrics.

A beautiful song, and to me, truly heavenly Rock’n’Roll.

This song is poetry.

By the way, ALL of Roxy Music‘s work is this good!