Well since punk was okay.. I'm going to stretch things a bit with some Project 86. It's not punk I know. Frankly not sure what to classify them as. But I loved them up until Rival Factions (That album just didn't do it for me at all).
Andrew Schwab sounds like a cool guy to hang out with and talk about Jesus. He started his Tin Soldiers blog for men. He's big into men's ministry, written a couple of books about it.
And. There was this P86 song. P.S. literally stands for porn sucks. The lyrics are awesome, and translated portions also provided.
[video=youtube;p3EmxOQe7KM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3EmxOQe7KM[/video]
Translated English
Nobody understands me
I, who know nobody understands me,
might be wise?
But when i talk with you over the phone,
for a moment I forget about myself.
I forget cause I want to forget…
I forget…
I want to forget…
I forget…
For whom does the word “Justice” exist?
To me justice is just the same with Satan,
same with Satan.
Those people are same with Satan.
I always think but that’s my life, what I can do?
What even I can do now?
I can be happy.
I want to be happy.
Would someone love me please.
Her heart bleeds
It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze
At the page at the faces of nameless...
You're alone again
And this distortion is an apt replacement for
An unquenchable desire for more
More pages strewn across this sickening floor
I can't look at this
I can't look at you
I can't look at me
Who cares
If they saw what those eyes have seen
Oh how her heart it would bleed
If she only knew those abusive roots
And how the children would weep
If they only saw what those eyes have seen
It always keeps us longer than we wanted to stay
It always takes us further than we wanted to go
But you don't seem to mind at the time
Begging to be set free...from what we were meant to be
Innocence
It's inside you and your soul is longing, yearning
Pleading to be set free
Within your eyes, within my eyes, within our eyes
There could never be a more complete perversion of what we
were meant to be
And with all that is in me I hate this
As we're sinking inside this ever-feeding illness
We are all quite silent
Sitting still