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Would’ve been a fine ending to Lent

Missed it by that much.

Notice came out last night that Mumford and Sons are playing one of their surprise club shows tonight in Toronto – a small venue called Lee’s Palace.  Tickets went on sale for the show this morning – it was a long shot (and should be such an amazing show tonight) but no luck in getting tickets.

So as I wallow in the disappointment of missing this, let me reprise an older post I did on Mumford and Sons a few years back.  It seemed like their music was, and still is, a really fine soundtrack for Lent.

My Soundtrack for Lent

Lent begins this Wednesday and I’ve landed on this year’s soundtrack for this season of repentance – Mumford & Sons Sigh no more.  I know I’ve blogged on them earlier here, but this album continues to capture me and much of the honest, plaintive confession of Lent.

The title song Sigh no more confesses: “My heart was never pure / You know me” and then hopes for a “love that will not betray you / dismay or enslave you, it will set you free.”  The Cave cries out the hope of Lenten penitence – “I need freedom now / and I need to know how / to live my life as its meant to be.”  Lent is a long study in giving up all the ways we try to find life, finding life as its meant to be lived in Jesus and his passion.

And it keeps coming.  In Roll Away Your Stone, they name the empty, endless chase to fill our hearts with things which always end up as ashes, and yet the hope found by every prodigal returning home to God: “You told me that I would find a hole / within the fragile substance of my soul / And I have filled this void with things unreal / And all the while my character it steals / But darkness is a harsh term don’t you think? / And yet it dominates the things I seek / it seems that all my bridges has been burned / you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works / it’s not the long walk home that will change this heart / but the welcome I receive with a restart.

Awake My Soul is an honest probe of a lumpy heart:  “How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes / I struggle to find any truth in your lies / And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know / This weakness I feel I must finally show.”  Isn’t this what Lent is – an invitation to the painful journey of revealing our weaknesses, our broken hearts and disjointed lives, praying that God would awaken us to resurrection life?

And then there’s Little Lion Man, my choice for this year’s Lent heart song.  Likely written about a love lost, it’s a powerful, pounding, holding-nothing-back lament of regret and heartbreak, equally applicable to my unfaithful heart for God:

Weep for yourself, my man / you’ll never be what is in your heart / Weep little lion man / you’re not as brave as you were at the start / Rate yourself and rake yourself / take all the courage you have left / wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head / But it was not your fault but mine / …  Tremble for yourself, my man / you know that you have seen this all before / tremble little lion man / you’ll never settle any of your score / your grace is wasted in your face /”

And don’t miss the spot in the song (2:48) where the band begins a sung cry, a gut-level, lyric-less lament – listen to it (see below) as the voice of Lent.

The album title comes from Shakespeare’s “Much Ado about nothing” (Act 2, scene 3: “Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never”) – this band is wonderfully literate.  In this scene from Shakespeare, Balthasar urges the other women to sigh no more, to let go of the disappointment and expectation for men to change and, instead, accept and love them as they are. Throughout Lent I’m faced with my own shadows, left sighing with disappointment again, wishing for change in my fickle heart.  But the gospel of Jesus Christ is the stunning call to sigh no more, telling me I’m accepted in spite of myself.  That is the work of Lent and the starting point of any real change, of a resurrection.

Below is the video for Little Lion Man (just a word of caution – if you’re offended by the use of the f-bomb, then do avoid this song).

<p><a href=”″>Mumford & Sons – “Little Lion Man”</a> from <a href=””>Mikey Levelle</a> on <a href=””>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

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Take this soul and make it sing

I remember the first time I heard about a new Irish band. It was 1985, I was at college in the U.S. and my friend Ann told me I had to check out this band called U2 (previously known as Feedback and The Hype, they formally became U2 during a show in a Presbyterian Church near Dublin – not a bad reason to become Presbyterian!).  I only had to listen once to the album “War” and I was caught – Sunday Bloody Sunday, New Year’s Day, Two Hearts Beat as One, and 40.  I loved the banging drums, the Edge’s guitar riffs, and the fabulous lyrics that sang truth poetically and beautifully, opening up a bigger world that included God.

I’ve been listening to and loving their music ever since, providing the soundtrack for my past few decades of living.  I’m drawn in by their lyrics so deeply immersed in biblical language, theme and allusion (I am so thankful they had a good pastor in their life who helped them through the spiritual struggle about how this calling might actually fit with their Christian faith), by the music that rouses me to anger, hope and joy, and then quiets me to repentance or prayer.  And I admire how they’ve gone beyond cliché celebrity concern, taking their big stage in life as a gift to be stewarded, sometimes controversially, for the good of others.

But to really experience U2 you have to see them live – as the band often says, “live is where we live.”  And tonight I get to join up with Paul Hewson, David Evans, Larry Mullen Jr. and Adam Clayton again, now at Spartan Stadium in East Lansing, MI.  I can’t wait to hear the first notes of “Where the streets have no name” or “Mysterious Ways” and get caught up in a moment of sweet transcendence that feels pretty close to heaven.

And for those not able to join the choir who will be belting out so many of their great anthems, check out the live performances of “Where the streets have no name” and then their very psalmic “40.”


Christmas tunes – rant and raves

Do you hear what I hear? A whole lot of bad holiday music, that’s what!  Let me play Scrooge for a moment in order to save me from having to run raving mad through a mall food court if I have to suffer another of these saccharine seasonal songs.

Honestly, where do you witness such unadulterated, sappy sentimentality and insanely stupid lyrics as in so much “holiday” musical fare?  And consider for a moment the irony here – helping us to deeply celebrate the radical love of God in Christ are merchants and marketers piping in and broadcasting these jingles, hoping to hop us up on a seasonal high, the unconscious accompaniment as we spend far too much on things we don’t want or need.

Let’s set aside the musical quality for a moment and simply focus on the lyrics, which are often sternly moralistic (be merry and light-hearted or look out).  They have invitations to outright denial (Have yourself a merry little Christmas’s line about “All our troubles will be far away.”  Really, and that’s why the family Christmas celebration is known as the peak of family dysfunction!) or teach cozy revisionist theology (Away in a Manger’s cute little heretical statement about “The little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.”  Oh, that’s right, he wasn’t really human after all; that body thing, just a good get-up to trick us all).  And yes, let’s talk about the bad musicality, the absence of most any originality or the lifeless, sometimes awful, singing of much of it (O holy Crap, you completely missed those high notes).

And yet I love Christmas music.  I listen to it before Advent hits and continue throughout the year.  It’s music that reflects the reality of life as we live it and yet the bright hopes of the gospel.  And what puts a smile on my face is how many of these overt gospel songs ring out through the voices of artists who profess no Christian faith (you really need to read a good article on this by Paul Vander Klay at

So let me recommend a few of what I’ve come to love.  These versions are frequently changed from what you might usually hear, which is also what breathes new life into them.  Here’s what I think is a great Christmas playlist, a few covers of carols and original songs that get played again and again on my Ipod.

  • O Come, O Come Emmanuel – Sufjan Stevens (from vol. 1 of his 5 volume Christmas set – quirky, spare and nicely timed)
  • Mary Had a Baby – Bruce Cockburn (from arguably the best Christmas album in recent memory, this song has the craziest line – “the people keep coming but the train is gone.”  I want to hang out with whoever wrote this one at a Christmas Day worship service)
  • Magnificat – Steve Bell (I love the whole album, The Feast of Seasons, and prefer this over the traditional Ave Maria)
  • Good King Wenceslas – The Skydiggers (this has to be my all-time favourite Christmas cover – the studio version is brilliantly harmonized but you can see it live below.  Great last line – “ye who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing”)
  • Winter Wonderland – Harry Connick Jr. (a finger-snapping instrumental cover, from the When Harry met Sally soundtrack)
  • Christmas Song – Dave Matthews band (the master Matthews in top form, musically and lyrically)
  • I pray on Christmas – Harry Connick Jr. (OK, now we’re unwrapping the real-world hopes of Christmas.  Even if you don’t believe in the Christmas story, you’ll wish it were true once you listen to this song)
  • It came upon a midnight clear – Bruce Cockburn (the depth and aching beauty of the lyrics are breathtaking and simply putting this carol into a minor key transforms it into magic – and then there’s Cockburn’s guitar and harmonies with Sam Philips)
  • Santa Claus is coming to town – Bruce Springsteen (well, because he’s the Boss)
  • What Sweeter Music – Vancouver Cantata Singers (for a complete change of pace, try out this hauntingly gorgeous a cappella album of Christmas material.  You can’t listen to this in a mall; you have to light a few candles and be still)
  • Jingle Bells – Barenaked Ladies (because my kids go crazy for this version and it’s appropriately silly)
  • What child is this – Sarah McLachlan (elvish, not in the Will Farrell vein but more what I imagine Galadriel might sound like singing a Christmas carol)
  • God rest ye merry gentlemen/We three kings – Barenaked Ladies with Sarah McLachlan (another one of the best covers of a Christmas Carol – infectiously fun and worshipful at the same time, the perfect joy-filled pair for the holiday)
  • Maybe this Christmas – Ron Sexsmith (what’s not to love about Mr. Sexsmith – one of the best songwriters who captures the hope of Christmas)
  • Christmas is Coming and Skating – Vince Guaraldi (two Christmas classics introduced through the Charlie Brown Christmas special.  Original music, fine jazz musicianship, communicating the hope and expectation of Christmas without a word)
  • The Rebel Jesus – Jackson Browne with the Chieftains (my favourite non-carol, a John-the-Baptist like prophetic “calling the bluff” of every Christian looking for Jesus and celebrating Christmas)
  • The Friendly Beasts – Sufjan Stevens (I love Sufjan and this pitch-perfect performance; a better “Little Drummer Boy” that makes me willingly want to be a stable animal, like an ass)
  • Cry of  tiny babe – Bruce Cockburn (a fresh retelling of the Christmas story – love the line of how “redemption rips through the surface of time in the cry of a tiny babe”)

Do you have some favourite covers?  I’d love to hear from you (but can we all agree that anything by Justin Bieber is disqualified from the get-go?).

And here is where you can view the Skydiggers live performance of Good King Wenceslas (but do yourself a favour and download the studio version).