About This Song

"If you talk to the Lord, they will call you devout— if he talks back to you, they'll call you a fool."

I like individuals who claim visions. I like cosmic religious ideas. I like people who live at the edges of experience. I like reading about people's crazy drug trips. I like when dreams bleed into reality.

This is a song about someone having an alarming, cosmic vision. The chorus (“If you talk to the Lord…”) came from an idea I had in church one Sunday. I was thinking that it’s okay to talk to God (prayer) but be careful if you start claiming that God is literally speaking back to you. People might get weirded out…

The video was directed by Bert McKinley.

Lyrics

By the light of the moon, it would hover the sea 
Shiver down my back when I’d try to sleep 
A whispering voice, it would call out to me 
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels feet

I followed the sounds and I fell to my knees 
Then I saw the spirit dancing in the trees 
A faint rhythm to an never-ending song 
Came to my lips and the words to my tongue, I said

"Maybe you'll be walking among falling trees 
Watching the plague of a crying sea 
If the heavens should collapse into eternity 
Let your voice ring out in apostasy”

"If you talk to the Lord they gonna call you devout 
If he talks back to you they gonna wanna throw you out. 
If you talk to the Lord they gonna call you devout 
If he talks back to you, they'll call you a fool."

Saw the Serengeti through the tv screen 
It lit me up yellow like a fever dream 
I muted the sound, and a voice spoke to me 
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels feet

The walls in the room started turning on me 
I saw the moon pulling at the crashing sea 
Turned out the lights and the rain had to pour 
I saw the Lord sliding out the sliding door, he said

"Maybe you'll be walking among falling trees 
Watching the plague of a crying sea 
If the heavens should collapse into eternity 
Let your voice ring out in apostasy”

"If you talk to the Lord they gonna call you devout 
If he talks back to you they gonna wanna throw you out. 
If you talk to the Lord they gonna call you devout 
If he talks back to you, they'll call you a fool."

A hammer fell 
From the sky. 
I saw blood and some 
of it was mine. 
My beating heart. 
Recursive mind. 
Tasted blood, 
Some of it was mine. 
I saw dust that moved. 
Bloodless brains 
Men on machines 
Laughing.