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Title: Track 11: EVANGELICAL LULLABY – The Loudest Silent Night 🎤 Text: Forget what you know about the Christmas story. "EVANGELICAL LULLABY" is the most dynamically explosive and thematically challenging track on the album, acting as a fierce critique of exclusionary faith. The track begins with a restrained, somber Indie Folk/Jazz feel (dry piano, acoustic guitar, male vocal), building quiet tension over the verses ("They preach of grace on Sunday morn, But true compassion is unborn."). Then, the song explodes into a powerful, soaring Gospel/Funk eruption! A driving bass and drum groove underpins a full, church-revival-style choir backing vocals and sharp brass section punches. The message hits with full force: "This is no Silent Night Refrain, If every neighbor feels the pain... The Christ Child is for every land." An emotional roller coaster emphasizing conviction and universal love. 👇 Hear the explosion of truth—listen now: #GospelFunk #IndieFolk #ChurchRevival #DynamicMusic #UniversalLove #christmasblues TITEL: 🎶EVANGELICAL LULLABY🎶 [Intro] (Slow, scratchy vinyl effect, somber piano melody) [Verse 1] The stained glass casts a golden glow, On banners where the proud flags blow. They preach of grace on Sunday morn, But true compassion is unborn. They claim this land was made by God, To bless the few who walk their road. The shepherds stand behind a wall, Ignoring those who weep and fall. Is this the peace they came to bring? [Verse 2] They sing of "White Christmas" in the snow, A perfect scene from long ago. Idealizing purity in form, But hiding malice from the storm. They quote the scripture, verse by line, But twist the words to fit design. The Holy Family sought a bed, And found no room, their fears unsaid. Yet still, we close the door and wait. [Pre-Chorus] (Intensity building) And every carol, every chime, Is ringing out a wasted time. If mercy is a weapon used, And empathy is now refused. Oh, where did the stable teachings go? [Chorus] (Powerful, driving rhythm) This is no Silent Night Refrain, If every neighbor feels the pain. The truest white is not the snow, But a clean heart that learns to grow. For He was born in humble need, Not for a nation, not a creed. If you call His name, then understand, The Christ Child is for every land. [Verse 3] The preacher stands upon his stage, Turning the Bible to a cage. He locks away the stranger’s face, And claims that prejudice is grace. He says that God has chosen sides, Where wealth and power safely hides. But Bethlehem was filled with fear, A refugee, held ever dear. And that small voice still calls us home. [Verse 4] Beneath the velvet, gilded star, We miss the point of who we are. To love your neighbor as yourself, To share the burden, share the wealth. To see the human, not the sin, The skin you’re judged by, from within. The stable had no perfect walls, It sheltered all from winter’s squalls. That is the lesson we must heed. [Bridge] (Emotional peak, slight tempo change suggested) They trade the cross for flags they wave, And bury what the Savior gave. They build their borders high and strong, Mistaking right for being wrong. But the greatest gift, the perfect light, Is understanding wrong from right. It’s kindness, understanding, respect, The very tenants they reject! [Chorus] (Full power, final build-up) This is no Silent Night Refrain, If every neighbor feels the pain. The truest white is not the snow, But a clean heart that learns to grow. For He was born in humble need, Not for a nation, not a creed. If you call His name, then understand, The Christ Child is for every land. [Outro] (Music fades slowly, returning to the quiet piano) The Christ Child is for every land... (Piano chord repeats, slower...) For every color, every hand... In every heart... (Silence.)