AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE: THINK

CAR RADIO by 21 PILOTS

 

This is the perfect song to go with my "In The Secret" post. And before you think these guys are scary, crazy, insane, violent, or evil, especially because of the masks they often wear, or because they are different looking and acting than you think believers should look like or act like, please remember their main goal is to get you to think, to talk, to wonder, to ask why. Because to think is to be alive.

 

Besides, they don't just play music-they are music. They live it. Their punk, rock, schizo-pop, hardcore dance moves and masks shouldn't be the reason you don't like them. That's all I'm saying. Just because it looks different or sounds different, doesn't mean it's bad or evil. It's expressive and honest and real. It's just a different kind of worship than you're used to. But it's worship nonetheless.

 

"They will try with every rhyme to come across like they are dying to let you know you need to try to think."

 

No matter how much the silence hurts and lies and screams--no matter how violent it gets inside, as long as you're thinking, you're still alive.

 

"Peace will win and fear will lose. There's faith and there's sleep. We need to pick one please because faith is to be awake and to be awake is for us to think and for us to think is to be alive." Be alive!

 

To think, to sit in the silence, it hurts. We all know that. We hide our pain and it lashes out in the dark and still and quiet and empty. It is violent. But it's also proof you're alive. Alive! And every time you get through the silence, a new sun will rise and that brings an opportunity to seek joy. And at night, overwhelmed by the secret silence, we need to remind ourselves to stop breaking because we are unhappy, and start thriving and believing and living, because that is where joy is found. Protect it.

 

Choose to think. Not to sleep.

 

What a beautiful and profound way to look at life when it's at its darkest and most painful.

 

I also like to think, personally, their masks are a way of hiding, from the silence and the pain. Showing us they get it. They feel it. They've been there. They're there right now. Hiding a part of themselves like we all do. I also like to hope they also don't mind the anonymity, like me. Because it's not about us. It's about you. And Him. Our talents aren't ours, and thus you don't need to know who we are. We can hide our faces, I can hide my real name, because those things don't matter. You matter. Truth matters. God's truth. Faith, hope, joy, thinking, being alive--that's what it should be about. At least that's what I hope, and I believe they hope for the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CAR RADIO

 

I ponder of something great

My lungs will fill and then deflate

They fill with fire

Exhale desire

I know it's dire

My time today

 

I have these thoughts

So often I ought

To replace that slot

With what I once bought

'Cause somebody stole

My car radio

And now I just sit in silence

 

Sometimes quiet is violent

I find it hard to hide it

My pride is no longer inside

It's on my sleeve

My skin will scream

Reminding me of

Who I killed inside my dream

I hate this car that I'm driving

There's no hiding for me

I'm forced to deal with what I feel

There is no distraction to mask what is real

I could pull the steering wheel

 

I have these thoughts

So often I ought

To replace that slot

With what I once bought

'Cause somebody stole

My car radio

And now I just sit in silence

 

I ponder of something terrifying

'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind

I find over the course of our human existence

One thing consists of consistence

And it's that we're all battling fear

Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here

Oh my,

Too deep

Please stop thinking

I liked it better when my car had sound

 

There are things we can do

But from the things that work there are only two

And from the two that we choose to do

Peace will win

And fear will lose

There's faith and there's sleep

We need to pick one please because

Faith is to be awake

And to be awake is for us to think

And for us to think is to be alive

And I will try with every rhyme

To come across like I am dying

To let you know you need to try to think

 

I have these thoughts

So often I ought

To replace that slot

With what I once bought

'Cause somebody stole

My car radio

And now I just sit in silence

 

(Techno Solo)

AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE!

AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE!

AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE!

AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE!

AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE!

AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE!

AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE!

I ponder of something great

My lungs will fill and then deflate

They fill with fire

Exhale desire

I know it's dire

My time today

 

I have these thoughts

So often I ought

To replace that slot

With what I once bought

'Cause somebody stole

My car radio

And now I just sit in silence

 

 

 

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