Feel the Fire's Lyrics

F E E L T H E F I R E Notice: Site content, including all text and pictures, may not be reproduced or copied elsewhere on the Internet or in written form without the express prior permission of the site publisher. Copyright 2006 by the Barnabas homeplanet website Recorded July-August 1984 at Triad Studios, Des Moines, Iowa Engineered by Tom Tucker and John Hurst Produced by Tom Tucker and Barnabas By general acclaim, one of the best albums of all time and by far the best known and beloved Barnabas album. A true landmark recording in every sense. T H E D R E A M G. Mann / K. Klingensmith As the sun is forced to exile, in a blaze of bloody fire Disturbing visions mystify when conscience thought retires I heard a tattered echoing from voices long since dead Another night of wonder in the moonscape of my bed I dreamed I was in Israel two thousand years ago A festive flair was in the air; the great Passover show Every pew was taken, and we wore our Sabbath best As we partied long into the night, on a skull-shaped hill of death Jealousy was dressed to kill, with Vengence at her side While millions of tiny lies cavort in shiny white At first this all seemed strange to me, then suddenly I knew... I killed Jesus Christ Yes I did, its true I killed Jesus Christ And you were with me, too B R E A T H L E S S W O N D E R M E N T B. Belew / K. Klingensmith Hidden from the mystics whose writings had foretold With shattering simplicity, the mystery unfolds A small bouquet of cells becomes a living child Fathered by the great I AM, a mother; gentle, mild Nurtured in the shadow of the iron Roman fist Shunning the dementia no human can resist Reports of earthly wonders stir the troubled universe The second Adam suffers to restore the fallen first Hosanna Hosanna Breathless wonderment The perfect sacrament From the dreadful crags of Zion, and the lowly Bethlehem The mighty heart of God is pierced as nail pierces hand The Spirit broods in silence as He did when time was young The Father turns away from His beloved, tortured Son Stumbling, with my face toward the twisting, sobbing sky The dream is reality, through tear-streaked spirit eyes The wickedness I cherish bruised the One I claim to serve The horrendous crucifixion, I most richly deserved H E A R T S G. Mann / K. Klingensmith Moving through the hills above a twisted paradise The city spreads like scattered jewels across a velvet night Streets below are churning, hungry and alive Rainbow's end for those who win; others won't survive Stepping from a bus into this dog-eat-kitten world Passing through the turnstile, a frightened, lonely girl Small town misconceptions of Eden by the sea Foggy dreams of youth explode in stark reality The grass looked so much greener on the hills beyond her own Leaving everything behind, heading out alone Momentary panic rising in the throat Never turning back now, never losing hope No intimidation, choking back the tears Hell has no device against the hearts that feel no fear Captured for awhile in the nightly glitter life A less than righteous carnival of dangerous delights Going through the motions, playing out each part Outside, cool indifference; inside, pleading hearts The craving for affection is much stronger when alone Character reveals herself when need cuts to the bone Momentary panic rising in the throat Never turning back now, never losing hope Those who wait in solitude must learn to persevere Hell has no device against the hearts that feel no fear Caught up in the magic of a perfect summer's night The city spreads like scattered jewels beyond the realms of sight Onshore breeze is blowing, warm and whispering Heartbeat pound of distant surf completes the fantasy The rainbow's end is always near to those with ears to hear Hell has no device against the hearts that feel no fear No storm lasts forever, darkness cannot last The iron bars of evil are shattering like glass The presence of a shadow only means the light is near Hell has no device against the hearts that feel no fear F E E L T H E F I R E B. Belew / G. Mann / K. Klingensmith Everyone minds their own business But nobody's watching the store Everyone's playing their own game But very few know the score No replacing the time we're wasting So attitudes had better improve When the ways of the world make your little light flicker Priorities will quickly be moved You're never too safe to feel the fire Everyone feels the heat You'll never be too safe to feel the fire Until your perfection's complete Carnage on the corporate ladder Bite and scratch like cats in the night The camel's getting fatter and fatter The needle's eye is tighter than tight I'm not saying you shouldn't be playing Everyone has got to pay dues But if gaining the world makes your little light flicker The winner will eventually loose No time for endless division No time for sowing bad seed Consider the unfaithful servant No time for letting things be No replacing the time we're wasting So attitudes had better improve When the ways of the world make your little light flicker Priorities will quickly be moved N O R T H E R N L I G H T S G. Mann / K. Klingensmith Ionospheric splendour ignites the northern skies Unseen by jaded eyes Preferring more an insect's view of mundane, grindstone lives This planet, once a paradise before the serpent spoke And greed became the rope By which the race would hang itself Naked, without hope Racing like lemmings to the brink of holocaust With scant concern for cost We fall before the god of pleasure Jeopardizing without measure The rarest gem of everlasting life With staggering shortsightedness our golden calves are raised Ignoring former days Gambling with our heritage in this self-seeking age The endless quest for freedom, much like the northern lights So beautiful and bright But far beyond the mortal's grasp As witnessed by our plight Too much casual violence Too much casual sex Too much casual unconcern For what may happen next The endless quest for freedom, much like the northern lights So beautiful and bright But far beyond the mortal's grasp As witnessed by our plight The splendour of redemption ignites the newborn heart A spiritual upstart Who cannot fathom what's to come Or what will be his part Racing like lemmings to the brink of holocaust With scant concern for cost We fall before the god of pleasure Jeopardizing without measure The rarest gem of everlasting life F O L L O W Y O U U P B. Belew / K. Klingensmith No reason to feel that way But closed minds won't always change their ways No hard feelings, but this I must say Start a fire, and we'll make it pay We're gonna follow you Follow you up We're gonna be there too Another critic, the oldest profession One more "expert", an endless procession No hard feelings, but this you must know You need a lesson in rock and roll Judge not, lest you be judged yourself Curse not, you may be cursed as well If the music doesn't move you, then leave it alone You'll understand when we all get home And when you stand before the Father's throne Robed in glory, you won't be alone Rock and roll is just a job we do When its time to go, we'll be right behind you S U I T E F O R T H E S O U L S O F O U R E N E M I E S P A R T O N E: H A M M E R A N D S I C K L E G. Mann / K. Klingensmith Late at night I used to sit Alone, for one last cigarette Brooding over what's to come What in God's name have we done? Missiles springing up like weeds Doomsday subs patrol the seas East and west are poised to kill While me and Igor pay the bill The war machine will never stop Dogs will fight until they drop From Poland to Afghanistan A menace to the common man But what about the little men Who have no recourse given them It seems unlikely they're the ones Whose fingers twitch on willing guns Little man, my enemy What makes you so much worse than me? Could it be we're all the same Small fry in a larger game I believe the one to blame Plans his schemes in bitter flames Whose soldiers crushed the bourgeoisie To form their own plutocracy Stalin, Trotsky, Marx and Lenin Scorned the blessed hope from heaven Pompous men with lofty schemes They gnash their teeth with futile screams But now their godless legacy Has festered long across the sea Implanted in the tender youth They come to know the lie as truth So Holy Father hear my cry For untold millions doomed to die Without You, when the rockets roar Hurling them through satan's door Late at night I sit and pray Not always certain what to say "Peace on earth, goodwill to men" ? Or "crush them Lord, they're better dead"?