I'm a Lightning Rod.

Duration

5:35

Genres

Blues

Description

Lyrics

I’m a Lightning Rod. ©(2010) Andrew Hayward-Bannister (Chorus) I’m a lightning rod. I’m a lightning rod. I’m a lightning rod. I’m a conduit for the living God. When you see the storm clouds gather. And you feel the hair on the back of your neck. The air round you start contracting . . . You know I’ve gone electric. Cause . . . (Chorus) I was walkin’ the edge of the desert . . . of organisational malaise. Came cross an orchid . . . parched and hungry . . . I cast up my gaze. Right there in the middle . . . amongst all the old Quandong tree’s. . . rose a new tree I’d not seen before. Turned my longing into a nightmare . . . woke me from my dream. This tree spread its branches wide . . . while in its shadows all the other tree’s died. It soaked up all of the rain . . . and It basked in all of their sunlight. As I looked a bit closer . . . I could see it could bear no fruit . . . yet it took the best from the sun and the soil. It took all their glory . . . they lay dead at its root. Moved by the storm clouds gathered . . . I cursed it out loud in the name of my Lord. I watched that damnation wither and fade . . . as the sky lit up with a million volt sword. (Chorus) And in their arrogance on high, you spread your out reach . . . as if to stop the wind In neutrality, Infused by static statutes and empty philosophy. Driven by the lust for power . . . perpetuated by the need for greed. This institutional psychosis that defines you . . . that rationalises economics over human need. (Chorus) And in this illusion of your righteousness . . . ah they’re the shadows at your feet. And your good works they come to nothing . . . that’ll be the legacy that you leave. When you see the storm clouds start to form. And feel the hair on the back of your neck. The air round you start contracting . . . You know I’ve gone electric. (Chorus)