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Singer longs for the day when he sees Jesus, instead of Wal-Marts, all around. A dirge against sameness, this song is not entirely serious, but sort of. Not completely religious, but kind of. Originally, I intended to write a funny song protesting all the road construction and urban sprawl around my town, but when I sat down at the guitar, what came out is more like a prayer. Guitar and vocal were recorded together in one take, with the mic placed somewhere in the middle. Harmonies were added later.
(Originally titled "Suburban Heaven.")
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(Originally titled "Suburban Heaven.")
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songs from the american plain
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Lyrics
Please Jesus
Tell me there’s no asphalt in heaven
I’ve been told the streets are made of gold
Things here in this blacktop world
All look the same
Everywhere I go it’s the same:
Four lanes are better than two
I am better than you
Silence-a space to be filled
Different-a beast to be killed
Please Jesus
Tell me there’s no billboards where you are
No signs selling at all
Please Jesus
Tell me there’s no TV in heaven
You’re the only light I see
Things here in this blacktop world
All look the same
Everywhere I go it’s the same:
Four lanes are better than two
I am better than you
Silence: a space to be filled
Different: a beast to be killed
A beast to be killed
Please Jesus
Tell me there’s trees in heaven
Green is just fine by me
Please Jesus
Tell me there's music where you are
Alleluia
Things here in this blacktop world
All look the same
Everywhere I go it’s the same:
Four lanes are better than two (Alleluia)
I am better than you (Alleluia)
Silence, a space to be filled (Alleluia)
Different, a beast to be killed (Alleluia)
Alleluia
Please Jesus
Please Jesus
Please Jesus
Tell me there’s no asphalt in heaven
I’ve been told the streets are made of gold



















































snowdragon
This tune had just right touch of John Prine. Loved the
"four lanes are better than two, I am better than you" line.
Good tune Attie. And by the way, the good news is there
is no asphalt in heaven. The bad news is, it's your turn to
mow the lawn.