Old Glory at church: What is independence?

Got a jump on the Fourth of July last Sunday with this performance of  my anthem to curbing one’s nationalism.

Four years ago I wrote a song encapsulating my feelings regarding blind nationalism called Old Glory. The lyrics will speak for themselves. All I can add is that the Independence we celebrate on this Day ought to include the ability to be independent in thought without fear.

A lofty goal that the Founding aimed at, but often failed to live up to. As has the republic that followed in the ensuing two centuries plus.

Having said that, there’s still no place that’s come closer to it on the planet. And I’ll do my part to keep it that way.

Listen:

Home studio version at my Bandcamp.

Lyrics here.

Vid of last year’s church performance here.

Hurricanes and Earthquakes

Another personal nugget from the formation of the rock a la punk as played by Christians.

Wrote it in 1980. Was my main tune for a couple of years. The church band I was in did this at times starting in 1981. It made it all the way through the Visitors and the early days of the Lead and to my so-lo-fi Unrehearsed Walk 2 cassette in 1986. Where it has rested until revived for church couple of weeks ago.

Played through my ’78 Ibanez Strat and one of those little late ’90s battery powered amps encased in a cigarette pack.

Well there’s doubt in the air you can feel it everywhere
Look around and it seems like no one else has got a care
School’s been on my mind I’ve been thinking about a job
Forgetting about the Lord, forgetting about love

I’ve had so many chances and I’ve blown them one by one
My mind has been on myself and on having my fun
Or worrying about whether I’d be sent off to war
Or worrying about whether I would smash up my car

But I know there’s going to be a change now
Cause the Lord has dragged me out of the hole I put myself in

And it’s good to be back
Back on the track
To the calling of my Lord
In Him I’ll handle the changes
First to last
Everything has been taken good care of

There ain’t no push and shove on the road to Heaven
The time is short the clock strikes eleven
And the earth is enmeshed in Satan’s desperate wiles
The nations have taken turns on the Lord’s name and they’ve defiled

I am where I am, where I was meant to be
There’s work to do I feel it true for the Lord’s glory
There’s hurricanes and earthquakes all along the way
But I can do anything as long as I do it in His name

And this time, we’re gonna rip right into it
Sound the guitars put on the armor and pick up your sword

And it’s good to be back
Back on the track
To the calling of my Lord
In Him I’ll handle the changes
First to last
Everything has been taken good care of

King of Kings and Lord of Lords

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Back in 1979, my 19-year-old self put a tune around Revelation 19:11-16.  It was one of the first Christian-themed songs I’d ever written.

More recently, Nina Llopis drew from the same set of verses for her song “Dressed In A Robe” which is one of the tracks we’re working on for the Lead’s reunion project.

So I couldn’t resist dusting off my old arrangement and doing a little restructuring to it. I’m actually thinking about laying down a scratch track for Robbie to drum to from his home studio in Tampa, and we’ll see where it goes from there.

Those verses describe the real “war to end all wars” (at least for the following 1,000 years) which will happen sometime in the future. So I aired my arrangement for church for Memorial Day, just me on acoustic and vocals. I didn’t sing it half-bad for once. Here it is:

And I saw Heaven opened
And behold a white horse
And He that sat upon it
Was called Faithful and True

And in righteousness
He doth judge and make war
His eyes were a flame of fire
And on His head were many crowns

And He had a name written that no man knew but he himself
And He was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood, His name is called the Word of God

And the armies that were in Heaven followed Him on
White horses clothed in file linen white and clean
And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword
That with it He should smite the nations

And He shall rule them with a rod of iron
And He treadeth the winepress
Of the fierceness and wrath
Of the Almighty God

And he hath on His vesture and on His thigh a name written: KING OF KINGS & LORD OF LORDS
KING OF KINGS & LORD OF LORDS

Here’s the Lead’s demo of Dressed In A Robe from 2012:

Cigar Box Country Easter Grindcore Blues (or, the latest version of Roll the Rock)

Nothing more appropriate for Easter morning at church than a country blues standard played on an amplified Shane Speal cigar box guitar.

Roll the rock, Lord
Roll the rock onto my sin
Roll the rock, Lord
Onto disease and pestilence
Roll the rock, Lord
Roll the rock onto my death
Roll the rock, roll the rock, roll the rock

Oh to see Who’s at that right hand
Oh to see Who’s in glory above
Oh to see them put them plastic wings on
Oh to see the True Face of Love

Oh to see this whole world dipped in Clorox
Oh to feel my pride cut to the bone
Oh to see it all taken apart and shown me
Oh to see the payoff to the loan

Throw down your chains, boys, because it’s time to go

More on the tune here.

Doomsday

Another pop punker written in the early 80s, revived for my church performance today. This one has some Cold War references in it. Reflecting my fanhood of the Clash at the time, as well as my disagreement with their ideology.

Putting all these songs together, maybe they deserved better than to get released on a badly-mixed cassette three or four years after they got written. Maybe it’s time for their due. Maybe there’s an Unrehearsed Walk 3 in the future.

Oh, and if I’m sick of putting my tired old mug on YouTube playing guitar every week, you’re probably doubly-sick of looking at it. Let’s spare each other and just do audio. Just hit play and close your eyes as always…

It’s 1 am but before I sleep I’ve got something to say
I’ve been praying my way through a hard set of days
This world is tired of the gunfire
This world is walking down a wire
Maybe it’s time it should snap

 Revolutions come I’ve lost count but it’s all done in vanity
They say it’s the people in power but it looks like greed to me
The power comes to those with the guns
The starving die when the money’s gone
Or else at the paredon 
Looking out for number one

But I’m far and so far thank God i don’t need to worry about the tribunals
But the devil’s on my back, I hate to feel his tempting claws
Without God I know I’d be dead by now
With him a struggle is a show of his power
Power I don’t always use
And I start to sing the biues

I ain’t gonna go round crying and screaming doomsday
But the fact is he’s coming and he’s coming any day
It’s been 2,000 rough years when the day was foretold
2,000 years that we’re that much closer to home

 All I tell you is believe in the power that changes lives
Jesus can do what we could never in 1,000 tries
Though you wait to see him, you can meet him
He knows your thoughts and he has a perfect heart

Binge watching the clock until you’re dead

Binge-watching. Great phrase, but why stop at TV shows? Here’s some happy-go-lucky word association lyrics with some poop culture thrown in.

Binge Watching

Binge watching the Justin Bieber trial
Binge watching life’s very last mile
Binge watching the pillow on your head
Binge watching the clock until you’re dead

Reality shows reality blows
Reality knows reality throws

NEW VERSE 3/14/14!!!!!!!!!!!!

Binge watching idiotic selfie celebs
Binge watching your butt on Mt St Helens
Binge watching on a hi def three inch screen
Binge watching your eyelids as they dream

LAST OF THE NEW VERSES WRITTEN 4/20/14

I look in your eyes
I know they don’t look back
I stay out of your way
You always turn your back

I don’t know you any more
I guess I don’t really care
Dying slowly in these four walls
Teeth smiling in despair

“I won’t tell you how devoted I am, I fall way below the standard”

On Sunday mornings I’ve been revisiting the punk tunes with Christian lyrics that I wrote from 1980-1984, pre The Lead, pre The Visitors, pre hardcore turn. There’s quite a few of them, and not many people in the world were doing work like this. Just throwing them out there. Altar Boys beat me to the punch (the punk?) in 1983. I never heard of LSU until even later. Anyway, more vids to come. This one was played at church on 2/16/14.

Whoah

This place has sure gone crazy, huh? Basically what’s happening is:

1. notsilent.net will become my portfolio website, so everything that was there is now here.

2. Area1234 will become my music website EXCEPT:

3. The Lead will get its own website and,

4. Frank’s Enemy will get its own website and,

5. The Not Silent Store will close down and be absorbed by all the other sites.

Hope this sets y’all’s minds at ease. If ya’ll’s cares that is….

Ghost

Going to sing this at church tomorrow Lord willing. It’s got a dance groove, believe it or not….

Ghost

I am the ghost
Of the child i once was
On this train
We ghosts ride daily on

The memories of the past
The pure thing once called me
That’s the real thing
that I’ll never again be

Unfettered by memories

I am a ghost of what i was and what ill never again be
Erasing the mistakes of my memories

My fellow faces
They’re lined and aging
But in their minds
And into their mirrors

They are restaging
De-aging, from clouds they see
What are our joys
But those future ghosts to be

I am a ghost of what i was and what ill never again be
Erasing the mistakes of my memories

Little children
Try to hang on tight
Little children
It might be alright

Demons Walk The Earth/Lully Lullay

Demons Walk The Earth/Lully Lullay

Lully Lullay

Sometimes I think
That demons walk the earth
If I forget
How much our lives are worth

Oh forgive me Lord
Oh forgive me Lord

Sometimes I think
That demons walk the earth
Taking the precious
Grind it into the dirt

Oh forgive me Lord
Oh forgive me Lord

Lully Lullay

Sometimes I think
The demons walk the earth
But for Your grace
I’m just a pile of dirt

Oh forgive me Lord
Oh forgive me Lord

12.14.12

The Lead – Religion No Rite (In Your Face Again) (Julio Rey demo 2012) – download at Area 1234

See, this is what happens when you have too many sites all over the landscape. I actually had posted this last month at Area 1234 and forgot to link it here. Sorry.

Here’s my second demo for the Lead’s upcoming reunion EP. I think the song works out well so far but I’d really like to hear it with Rob on drums as opposed to a generic dance drum loop.

Anyway you can download it here, read the lyrics here, and stream it here.

 

 

Lyric: Religion No Rite (In Your Face Again)

Words for demo #2 I’m currently working in for Lead EP Nina and Rob and I are planning….

(1/11/12: cleaned up last verse)
(3/11/12: changed one line)

Religion No Rite (In Your Face Again)

Once upon a time the fall from grace
The Father said get thee from my place
Became the Son, came down, died in your face
Cleared the way back to grace through faith
Spirit-filled martyr’s blood soaked the ground
Buried in rags they stayed down
The kings stepped in put in their claims
Forced their rules upon the game

So once upon a time later today
You sign up for the fire escape
Get rewarded with a clean slate
The Blood is strong it covers your hates
But verse upon verse upon verse upon verse
Aimed at you and not the cursed
Not being deceived and God not mocked
The weight of the cross for you to take up

Religion no rite
Gun you aim for the mind of Christ
Didn’t take long to lose sight
In the halls of the councils high

No fire doesn’t mean that higher
There won’t be a reason to cry, or
That you will not be standing trial
Watching tape of every mile
And so worship and worship to taste
One thing proves if you worship to waste
Windows dressed as you see fit
But the valley before you how do you cross it?

Moral dilemmas: prepare, they’re coming
And there’s no room left for running
No slippery slope temptations
But painted corners, no win situations
Just one chance, happiness at stake
A heart you love you must break
Choices consequences how do you withstand them
And still obey His commandments?

Time to get in your face again

Religion no rite
Gun you aim for the mind of Christ
Didn’t take long to lose sight
In the halls of the councils high

Lyric: True Love

Song from 1996 which I finally recorded last month for the new EP (featuring both banjo solo and autotuned vocals). Live version vid here.

Sometimes you need the pain
Just like you need the rain
Sometimes it’s the only way to see
The only way to be

And you will know true love

It’s the one thing that’s always there
You can see it all everywhere
And it’s all up to how well you die
And every day to accept it you try

In the days that feel like the last
Seeing things about to pass
You will not forget ever
What you were left trying to remember

Sometimes you forget to wish things last
Then they’re shot into the past
That sorrow you heard about tasting sweet
Sometimes that’s all you’re ever going to have to eat

And the day has come to give God praise
For the things you found in your days
The day has come to walk the line
Realize you can call no thing mine

Area 1234 going members-only

As Not Silent continues its lurching steps towards some semblance of business legitimacy, I have made the executive incision of locking out Area 1234 to casual surfers and hot linkers. So pardon my dust as I get this going in the next day or two.

The price of being able to login and download the aural delights and view the blackmail photos is simply your email address. No, I won’t sell the emails to anybody. I’ll send you the occasional email with an update on what I’ve got going on and the occasional exclusive deal or giveaway.

And of course I’m going to continue to populate Area 1234 with all the detritus my crazed mind can manufacture. I’m sure you’ll want to have a ticket to all that. See ya there!

Lyric: Rage

Another of my new recordings (but I wrote the song in 1998). Given the title you’d expect another one of my attempts at simulating World War VI (which I don’t do as much of anymore as of late). But it’s actually a countryish slowish half-dead-ish ballad. About controlling one’s hatred for someone else. Reality isn’t grindcore, it’s a lounge singer at a funeral.

I’ll try to take my rage
Put some pity in its place
This is a long-term fight
Hard to tell just what is right
My stomach growls to be obeyed
And hairs stand up on my nape
The weight of days can bring me down
Trying to see past the corner before I go round

I’ll try to change my disgust
To an empathy that I can trust
Your molten words fell on my ears
So hard now to remember your tears
There are new tricks that must be learned
I can’t judge how much you deserve to burn
I search for my role and ask how do I live
With this blinding rage that does not forgive

I’ll try not to be mad
Remember all you did not have
That you could not be expected to give
Do you regret that we all live?
We’re a million miles apart
No one will be the first to decide to start
The tongues we speak are not the same
No one to come will bear your name

Lyric: Sick Eyes Blue

Here’s another song off of my upcoming long EP or short LP (31 mins), whatever you want to call it. Been hot and heavy on the recording thereof since early November. I came up with the words a few weeks ago and I married them to a retro/classic-ish rock riff I’ve had since 1991. Glad I finally out the riff to use.

You can be my secret garden
And I your soldier boy
I chased you from my dreams
But I can’t play without your toys

When you wedged yourself
And I was in my pain
I was down in the desert
Listening to the distant rain

Ooh ooh tell me true
Ooh ooh sick eyes blue

Well I’m lying on the floor
With my foot next to my head
I’m doing fine baby
Except without you I feel dead

Ooh ooh tell me true
Ooh ooh sick eyes blue

Punk, metal and acoustic. Writing since 1974, Christian since 1977, Christian music since 1979. Releasing since 1982. The Lead. Frank's Enemy. I can only be Julio Rey