Feel The Fire Album Cover
F E E L   T H E   F I R E

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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"?