Charlie Peacock

I never get tired of listening to this guy. His work is so varied and diverse. He blends pop, rock, gospel, electronic/techno, soul and classical, all with underlying overtones of jazz. (Can you say underlying overtones and have it make sense??)

Though all of his albums have great songs on them, many of which have been covered by some major artists (such as Amy Grant, dc Talk, Russ Taff etc), his debut album "Lie Down In The Grass" will always be my favorite. It ranks in my top-10 favorite albums. It's pretty old, having been first released in 1984. Yes, I still have the record.

He's had an impact on a ton of other musicians as well. He's produced the likes of Switchfoot, Nichole Nordeman, the 77s, Avalon, The Choir, Al Green, Twila Paris and Sarah Masen, and others. He's worked with Steve Taylor. 'Nuf said.
His eclectic style is full of vibrant energy and passion, as are the lyrics of his songs. Often directed at Christians, the songs are honest and pointed about this Human Condition we find ourselves in.

I think his best song, and a song that is definately in my top-10 best of all time is The Harvest Is The End Of The World. Every other post on the internet that I've found referencing this song says it is 'joyous'. I tend to agree. I had to look up the scripture related to this song, so that I could really, fully understand what he's saying in it.

Jeremiah 31:
15 This is what the LORD says: "A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because her children are no more." 16 This is what the LORD says: "Restrain your voice from weeping and your eyes from tears, for your work will be rewarded," declares the LORD. "They will return from the land of the enemy. 17 So there is hope for your future, "declares the LORD. "Your children will return to their own land.

Matthew 2:
16 When Herod realized that he had been outwitted by the Magi, he was furious, and he gave orders to kill all the boys in Bethlehem and its vicinity who were two years old and under, in accordance with the time he had learned from the Magi. 17 Then what was said through the prophet Jeremiah was fulfilled: 18 "A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more."

Matthew 13:
36 Then he left the crowd and went into the house. His disciples came to him and said, "Explain to us the parable of the weeds in the field."
37 He answered, "The one who sowed the good seed is the Son of Man. 38 The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the sons of the kingdom. The weeds are the sons of the evil one, 39 and the enemy who sows them is the devil. The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels.
40 "As the weeds are pulled up and burned in the fire, so it will be at the end of the age. 41 The Son of Man will send out his angels, and they will weed out of his kingdom everything that causes sin and all who do evil. 42 They will throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. 43 Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. He who has ears, let him hear.

Revelation 14:
14 I looked, and there before me was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one "like a son of man" with a crown of gold on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand. 15 Then another angel came out of the temple and called in a loud voice to him who was sitting on the cloud, "Take your sickle and reap, because the time to reap has come, for the harvest of the earth is ripe." 16 So he who was seated on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was harvested.
17 Another angel came out of the temple in heaven, and he too had a sharp sickle. 18 Still another angel, who had charge of the fire, came from the altar and called in a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, "Take your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the earth's vine, because its grapes are ripe." 19 The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God's wrath. 20 They were trampled in the winepress outside the city, and blood flowed out of the press, rising as high as the horses' bridles for a distance of 1,600 stadia.

THE HARVEST IS THE END OF THE WORLD - Charlie Peacock
Rachel, why do you weep
Why do you bury your face in your hands
Is there no one who would reach you
Is there no one who understands

There is no one to comfort her
(There is no one to comfort her)

For her children are no more
And there is no one to comfort her

Rachel, why do you cry
Why do you hide your trembling lips
Are those tear stains on your brow
Are those tears on your fingertips

There is no one to comfort her
(There is no one to comfort her)
For her children are no more
And there is no one to comfort her

Now and always, Now and evermore
Now and always, Now and evermore

I see angels in the distance
In the distance, I see angels
And their shadows fall like crosses on the fields

Some are swinging low their sickles
Some are binding up the sheaves
Some are sifting out the harvest yield

Rachel, run to join the angels
In the harvest in the distance
Rising from your bed as from a dream

In that faint and splintered line
Where the wheatfield meets the sky
You might find your sorrow made complete
You might find your sorrow made complete

Now and always, Now and evermore
Now and always, Now and evermore

Redemption is the harvest
Of the tears that came before

Now and always, Now and evermore

All who sorrow with her, lift your heads
You might hear the sound of Rachel gently weeping
For the gathering is done
And her children have come home
Whom she counted lost and dead
Now to find were sweetly sleeping
In the fields where the angels have been reaping

I see angels in the distance
In the distance, I see angels
And their shadows fall like crosses on the fields

Some are swinging low their sickles
Some are binding up the sheaves
Some are sifting out the harvest yield

Rachel, run to join the angels
In the harvest in the distance
Rising from your bed as from a dream

In that faint and splintered line
Where the wheatfield meets the sky
You might find your sorrow made complete
You might find your sorrow made complete

Now and always, now and evermore
Now and always, now and evermore

Redemption is the harvest
Of the tears that came before.

Now and always, now and evermore
Now and always, now and evermore

Redemption is the harvest
Of the tears that came before.

Now and always, now and evermore
Now and always, now and evermore...