This was a song sung in a stressed degenerating style with reverse reverb and stereo screams to accent the pressures of a life full of noise outside and in. With all this noise how can we expect to hear the 'still small voice of calm"?
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'Buried in the Mix' by Martin Day Adam and Eve original sin conceived, They turned away, and they died that day Leaving only God to grieve. They felt the chill of life outside God's will. Now guilty refugees, they hide among the trees, And we are hiding still. When volume is your choice How can you hear the still small voice. Clear the loft space in your head, 'Coss the Word of God's not dead ... Just, buried in the mix. How can we hide or fill the hole inside? Your hope abandon not a leg to stand on, When God and man collide.. Treble and bass can graphically erase Ideals youthful, and conscience truthful, And flood the empty space. Cradle to grave our hungry senses crave The sights and the sounds, but ignore the profound; Pursuit of trivia enslaved. Music everywhere. No time to think, no time to spare. You left the Dolby on and the whispered meaning's gone. So you don't stand a prayer. © M Day 16-Jul-1987 (verse 2 © M Day 19-May-1989)
Adam and Eve original sin conceived, They turned away, and they died that day Leaving only God to grieve. They felt the chill of life outside God's will. Now guilty refugees, they hide among the trees, And we are hiding still. When volume is your choice How can you hear the still small voice. Clear the loft space in your head, 'Coss the Word of God's not dead ... Just, buried in the mix. How can we hide or fill the hole inside? Your hope abandon not a leg to stand on, When God and man collide.. Treble and bass can graphically erase Ideals youthful, and conscience truthful, And flood the empty space. Cradle to grave our hungry senses crave The sights and the sounds, but ignore the profound; Pursuit of trivia enslaved. Music everywhere. No time to think, no time to spare. You left the Dolby on and the whispered meaning's gone. So you don't stand a prayer.
Adam and Eve original sin conceived, They turned away, and they died that day Leaving only God to grieve. They felt the chill of life outside God's will. Now guilty refugees, they hide among the trees, And we are hiding still.
When volume is your choice How can you hear the still small voice. Clear the loft space in your head, 'Coss the Word of God's not dead ... Just, buried in the mix.
How can we hide or fill the hole inside? Your hope abandon not a leg to stand on, When God and man collide.. Treble and bass can graphically erase Ideals youthful, and conscience truthful, And flood the empty space.
Cradle to grave our hungry senses crave The sights and the sounds, but ignore the profound; Pursuit of trivia enslaved. Music everywhere. No time to think, no time to spare. You left the Dolby on and the whispered meaning's gone. So you don't stand a prayer.
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