Campfires and Masquerades Lyrics

Let me know your thoughts on this song’s lyrics. 🙂 I love the part that says, “Those who fear the grave, never find the truth”

Campfires and Masquerades
by Jason Upton

I remember a story
A story of a little boy
The story of a mother’s child
The story of all

I remember the middle of the darkness
Reaching out for a hand to hold
Reaching out for anything
That will lead me back home

I’m still here
I’m still waiting for you
After all these years

I remember the shadows
On the walls of my memory
They more around like reality
In this prison that we’ve made

And I remember the first born sunrise
Couldn’t stand to open my eyes
Like a blind man wandering
On the edge of his grave

I’m still here
I’m still waiting for you
After all these years
After all these years

Campfires and Masquerades
Come and go like cheap parades
When nothing’s lost and nothings’ changed
We like it that way

Our politicians have to lie
Because if they opened up our eyes
We’d kill them just like the others who tried
To pull us out of this cave

Maybe that’s why we’re so shaken
When our questions have the courage to
Come and drag us from our fiction
Those who fear the grave
Never find the truth

Everyday begins at midnight
If we’re ever gonna see the sun rise
Somebody’s gotta wake up
Before the morning comes

Somebody’s gotta wake up
Gotta wake up
Somebody’s gotta wake up
Before the morning comes…





Love is First

Live From Dublin: Songs, Stories and a Train

Jason Upton, one of my favorite worship leaders and songwriters has a new album, “Live From Dublin: Songs, Stories and a Train.” Check it out at his web store. Mp3 clips are also available for listening. 🙂

God has been reminding me about his music lately. First, a dream about him the other night, then a song he wrote suddenly played in my head during my prayer time this morning, then just now an email about this new album, and on this same day a post on my friend’s blog (one of the few I follow) of one of his songs… I believe it’s no coincidence..

My first few steps into the journey of learning how to worship, how to intercede as an overflow of worship,  how to yearn for more, and how to sacrifice, had been fueled by this worshiper’s music and broken heart before the presence of God. I sense the Lord gently leading me again to look back, remember the days of old when worship was raw as raw can be, when nobody listened except God, when nobody waited on what next song you’re gonna sing, when I knew nothing except that One Desire to feel His breathe on my face.

Where the narrow road is not intimidating but enticing. Just like this song which says, “Return to me…”