I haven’t listened to Bruce much, but my respect for him has increased over the past couple of years as I’ve heard him take stands against oppression and for common people and the freedom to express. Mark Moring’s excellent piece Bruce and the Almighty introduces us to the increasing role faith-language is playing in his prophetic challenge to the powers that be.
This track strikes a chord many feel today–some of us only seldom; others, all-consuming. (Because I’m shallow and easily distracted, my existential malaise usually only comes on when I want it to, while smoking a clove on my porch with Trois Pistoles in hand, say) Here are some lyrical samplings:
I was trying to find my way home
But all I heard was a drone
Bouncing off a satellite
Crushing the last lone American night
This is Radio Nowhere
Is there anybody alive out there?
I was driving through the misty rain
Just a searching for a mystery train
Bopping through the wild blue
Tryin’ to make a connection with you
I want a thousand guitars
I want pounding drums
I want a million different voices speaking in tongues
Hmm…cessationists might not much like this song; mayhaps this ties into some of our discussions about worship, and charismatic faith…