Back in high school, Jason Schraub and I wrote a song together, which I can only describe as gospel music meets teen angst - an anthem for the religiously disinclined - and it's been stuck in our heads all these years since. I'm pleased to say we finally got around to producing it - thanks in no small part to Brittney Richardson and Evan Cary filling out the choir. It's a little rock, a little soul, a little what-is-life-I-don't-know … enjoy our 18-year-old selves almost as many years later.
Links to listen:
- Spotify - Prayer Song
- Apple Music - Prayer Song
- Amazon Music - Prayer Song
- Pandora - Prayer Song
- Youtube - Prayer Song
Credits:
- Performed by - Drew Pictures
- Music written by - Andrew Glor
- Lyrics written by - Andrew Glor, Jason Schraub
- Produced by - Andrew Glor
- Mixed & Mastered by - Kyle Holland
- Backup Vocals - Brittney Richardson, Evan Cary, Andrew Glor
- Piano - Andrew Glor
- Organ - Andrew Glor
- Guitar - Kyle McAllister
- Bass - Marcin Palider
- Drums - Glenn Welman
- Cover Art - Azfar Ali
Lyrics:
Title: “Prayer Song”
Let me start by telling you that I am not a holy man
Never thought I’d believe and I don’t know if I even can
I’ve heard of prophets, saints, the Lord our god and angels too
But I prefer to spread the word of my muddled, troubled point of view
I’ve tossed and turned, my souls adjourned
My mind has learned that books are burned sometimes
I've been tried, and hypnotized
I’ve proselytized my cult of lies
In 18 years, my lake fears has grown three thousand miles wide
The product of a news brigade that’s kicking into overdrive
The church right down the street’s got painted glass and it’s a lovely view
Why not go out today and see if all that view is true
I’ve tossed and turned, my souls adjourned
My mind has learned that books are burned sometimes
I have tried, I’ve been denied
I have told so many lies
(Ooo, why you gotta lie boy?)
Yes I have prayed to have it made
To see me paid, to get me laid
(Ooo, you gotta try boy)
Testify!
Yes I have prayed to have it made, to see me paid, to get me laid
Come on give me some, woo!
Does it matter in the end that I am not a holy man?
Never thought I’d believe, I don’t know if I even can
I hope one day you’ll understand