Aaron Jaxon's "Pentecostal Blues" mixes apocalyptic and religious imagery: a planet on a wrecking ball awaiting resurrection, Rome's fall, fire raining down. The chorus asks why we don't hand our earthly hearts to the Son, weaving celestial motifs with earthly prayer and ritual.
There's another planet on your wrecking ball that waits for resurrection and for Rome to fall. It steals from in a measure to pay the piper well, breaks the outer wall to wreck the citadel. Heaven sweetly whispered to his lover, time said, I'll bring the fiddles if you'll bring the wine. We'll pray for all the Caesars and drink for Jesus Christ. Drown away the dark and fiddle in the light. When the fire goes out on their Pentecostal heads to cling the day that has begun, I'll see the stars each day into the planet's chest and hand an empty heart to the sun. Matt was giving in to Matt's busy head. She laid down with the lions and walked with the dead. They told her Mother Nature was the dog The stars and the flights of fancy all would fall apart. When the fire pours out on their Pentecostal heads to clean the name that has begun, I'll see the stars reach down into the planet's chest and hand the earthly heart to the sun. When the fire rains down upon their Pentecostal heads to clean the name That has begun. I'll see the stars reach down into the planet's chest and hand an earthly heart to the sun. There's another planet on your wrecking ball that waits for resurrection and for Rome to fall. It steals from in a measure to pay the papa well, breaks the outer wall to wreck the citadel. <LYRICS>When the fire pours down on their Pentecostal heads to clean the name that has begun, I'll see the stars reach down into the planet's chest and hand an earthly heart to the Son. When the fire rains down upon their Pentecostal heads to clean the name that has begun, I'll see the stars reach down into the planet's chest</LYRICS> and hand an earthly heart to the Son. Why don't you hand an earthly heart to the Son? Go on and hand an earthly heart to the Son.
