if only we were honest

That’s exactly what Noah Gundersen is. His lyrics are honest. Nothing is candy-coated… it’s simply life. The ups, the downs, the joys, the pain, and the memories in between. I can’t even explain the feeling I get when I listen to his music. He has two CD’s on iTunes right now, Brand New World and Live at the Triple Door – both which are amazing. I feel like his lyrics speak my mind and give me a new way to see the world – one of the greatest things about music. I wish I could write like him.

You can find some of his music here:

http://www.myspace.com/noahgundersen

Jesus, Jesus is one of my favorite songs by him. This song is raw. It’s intense. Brutally honest.
I think sometimes Christian’s are afraid to admit that we have questions, that we don’t know everything, that we doubt. Looking at the world we can see the beauty that Christ created yet at the same thing all the terrible things that have corrupted it. Amazing how both can exist.

everytime i listen to this song, i take a big breath in and exhale…
it breaks my heart and ignites passion at the same time.
and Jesus, Jesus – i pray you continue to move in our generation
and forgive us for we do know what we do… create in us a pure heart
one that strives after your heart and cleanse us from our impurities.

“People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.” -Bob Dylan

this song answers questions and leaves you with new ones.

Jesus, Jesus – by Noah Gundersen

Jesus, Jesus, could you tell me what the problem is
With the world and all the people in it?
Because I’ve been hearing stories about the end of the world
But I’m in love with a girl and I don’t wanna leave her
And the television screams such hideous things
They’re talking about the war on the radio
They say the whole thing’s gonna blow
And we will all be left alone
No we’ll be dead and we won’t know what hit us

Jesus, Jesus, if you’re up there won’t you hear me
‘Cause I’ve been wondering if you’re listening for quite a while
And Jesus, Jesus, it’s such a pretty place we live in
And I know we fuc*ed it up, please be kind
Don’t let us go out like the dinosaurs
Or blown to bits in a third world war
There are a hundred different things I’d still like to do
I’d like to climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower
Look up from the ground at a meteor shower
And maybe even raise a family

Jesus, Jesus, there are those that say they love you
But they have treated me so d*mn mean
And I know you said ‘forgive them for they know not what they do’
But sometimes I think they do
And I think about you
If all the heathens burn in hell, do all their children burn as well?
What about the Muslims and the gays and the unwed mothers?
What about me and all my friends?
Are we all sinners if we sin?
Does it even matter in the end if we’re unhappy?

Jesus, Jesus, I’m still looking for answers
Though I know that I won’t find them here tonight
But Jesus, Jesus, could you call me if you have the time?
And maybe we could meet for coffee and work it out
And maybe then I’ll understand what it’s all about

Moss on a rolling stone – by Noah Gundersen

I believe nowhere is a better place to be
than not knowing where you’re going now
I said education is a better state of mind
but I’d trade all my books to find a home
if I made bets on a better time
I’d lose my money every single dime
I believe moss on a rolling stone
is better than the rust that’s growing on my house
’cause it eats at you sometimes

chorus:
the more you struggle
more you fight it
more it clings to you at night
the more you wonder
more you dream
the more you pray it starts to die
and it does
though it kicks you in the side
yes it does
though it takes a little time

I believe heaven is a pretty place to stay
but not knowing scares me half to death
I believe God is a bigger man than me
but sometimes I think that I can fight him
we kicked the devil on a friday night
just about lost when he came in close and tight
took him with a punch to his gritty chin
asked him to please not come back here again
but he eats at me sometimes

chorus:
the more you struggle
more you fight it, more he clings to you at night
the more you wonder, more you dream
the more you pray he starts to die
and it does, though he kicks you in the side
yes it does, though it takes a little time

I believe home is a place that I will get someday
if someone just will hold me
I believe hope is a thing that I will find some time
if someone just will show me
I believe love is given, going, gone
come back to kiss me on the forehead
I believe moss on a rolling stone
is better than the rust that’s growing on my home
’cause it eats at me sometimes

chorus:
the more I struggle, more I fight it
more it clings to me at night, the more I wonder
more I dream, more I pray it starts to die
and it does, though it kicks you in the side
yes it does
though it takes a little time …

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