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GODFREY RUST

PRAYERS IN TIME

songs of hope and grace

 

Track 1

Rock bottom blues


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An upbeat tour of biblical low points. One of a series of psalms created for and partly by the community of Cafe Church at St Johns, West Ealing, London (track 3 on this album is another).

 

Words and music by Godfrey Rust, with additional lyrics (verses 3 and 4) by anonymous members of Cafe Church.

Godfrey Rust, Emma O’Gorman lead and backing vocals

Adam Rust keyboards, synth bass, drum programming, backing vocals

Laura Fontanills backing vocals

Jo Whitfield Rock bottom rap

Daniel Corbett electric guitar

David Fitzgerald saxophones

Mary Duckworth, Emma Nixon, Tessa Rust vocal interjections

 

Recorded by Adam Rust and Godfrey Rust

Produced and engineered by Adam Rust

Co-produced by Godfrey Rust

Mixed by Enoch John

Mastered by Denis Blackham


When you hit rock bottom there’s only one way to go—

so help me God I’ve never been so low—

You tell me Jesus is my Saviour—

tell me something that I didn’t know.

 

There was a man called Joseph, he dressed flamboyantly—

he was a slave to fashion, you could say quite literally—

so don’t go dissin’ your big brothers when your Daddy’s not around to see

 

Down in Jericho was a girl with no reputation—

she was more than shrewish, doing deals with the Jewish nation

and those falling walls led to her Rahab-ilitation  (How interesting!)

 

When you hit rock bottom...

 

Well you sure looked cute in your birthday suit

but they say you spoiled the party for a piece of fruit—

you started out again as the wife of Cain,

kept the kids and livestock out of the falling rain,

putting food on the table doing anything you’re able,

making rough translations in the Tower of Babel

 

There’s a man I know said “I’m in hell today—

no hope, no family, no way I can pray.

My despair is my prayer, that’s all that I can say!”

 

There’s a woman I know kept apart from her family

and the drugs that filled her would have killed her eventually.

She said “I’ll take my chances, I’m scared but at least I’m free!”  (Exactly!)

 

When you hit rock bottom...

 

You were the joint MD of an SME

taking net profits from the Lake of Galilee—

when you heard the call you might have known you’d fall—

if you fish for men there’ll be a catch after all

and now you’re lying low after you lied so low

between the kiss in the garden and the cockerel’s crow

 

Pilate said “Hey Jesus, tell me what it is you’re doing—

hanging out in Jerusalem on Friday afternoon?”

“Oh, it’s a long weekend, but Sunday’s coming soon!”

 

Mary Magdalene found that Easter scene looked bleak—

though it started strong you know it ended wholly weak

but her mourning turns to morning when she hears that gardener speak  (I see!)

 

When you hit rock bottom...

 

You believed your eyes when he materialised

but it’s your doubt that marked you out as being worldly wise

and a few more weeks playing hide and seek

only set a new agenda for the long critique—  

now the text’s been glossed and the plot’s been lost

and you’re waiting, speculating, for the Pentecost