God Gave Up The Ghost At The Josephine B-day Show!!

Can't wait its going to be amazing!

Andrew Kerr(God Gave Up The Ghost)

when you sing, sing for justice when you die, die for peace by: Andrew Kerr

I was born through static swirls on broken television sets. The sound builds and my voice spills out for the first time but all we hear are static swooshes and marching armies holding in the soul we once knew. Slowly, glowing dots vibrate to life. Every color imaginable color and tongue. They explode into tiny fireworks across my face and back again into their small round thoughtless forms. They do a dance deliberately and ever so disasterously singing, " We are an unsung love, a bad taste on the tongue, a crack in the skin, we are holding our merry souls in for we are a generation of unsung catch phrases". They spin faster and faster across my face and finally erupt into one continuous voice and color spinning forever around cracked praying hands. "Oh how glorious the fathers love for us, that while we where still sinners he died for us". I laugh in self pity for I know the God to which they sing and I don't love him as I ought I am slowly molding into static rot. The lights flicker around my head tiny dancing children without skin, oh baby I hold the good son in, I hold the good son in. I sing in swirling silence forgetting how beautiful my voice was and is. We sing through broken television sets, trees erupting through them into the roofs of model homes spreading their skeletal limbs cracking their bones, their skin crumbles and falls. It is nothing but the sail with which we sail upon a vacant sea. I raise my hands tendons tight to the God above. My flesh , my blood is nothing but a sprawling city with tiny people rushing towards my heart in taxis crying " quickly, quickly we must deliver our hearts to his heart", they are only trying to save my life. My skin is nothing but a sail with which I sail upon a vacant sea, but I hold you close as mountains shed their hard skin, the sound of thunder delicately gracing our ears and I hush you with a swirling kiss through static drenched lips. Will you be mine? will you be mine? cedar and pine our skin is old but in it I hold you cradling the generation unsung. SING BOYS!! SING! for JUSTICE!!! and die, die for peace and don't touch that dial.

God Gave Up The Ghost at the Rendevous in Downtown Seattle! art by Andrew Kerr

God Gave Up The Ghost in Georgetown once again

amazing bill with the best of the DIY crowd from Seattle come be apart of us!

andrew kerr(god gave up the ghost)

O'Ezekiel how did you grow? by: Andrew Kerr based on Ezekiel 19

What is your mother? A lioness among lions! She lay down among the young lions and slowly faded away, her coat not so brilliant, o'er everlasting. Her glory is fading as is her life. One morning the cubs awake to find her breathing slow and study a mighty oak erupting out of her back full of singing canaries of every variety imaginable and every color known to man. "Mother, Mother?" they cried, " what is wrong?". Her eyes slowly open to reveal the deepest of blue pupils that pierce to the height of the heavens. Her voice escapes in but a whisper, " my children all of these canaries will die, God made them and now he must destroy them because I have disobeyed him. They must burn to make the colors of the rainbow so we may never forget how loved we truly are. You must learn how to devour man, my children do not fear him for he is weak and overconfident. They will try to tame you my children, but they will never tame you. For we are the wildest and proudest of God's creatures. Never forget who we are children". Her eyes dim and shut, somewhere a lamp explodes a room is dark. A silence comes about them as if the gates of heaven shut with her final breath. The mighty oak groans and burst into flame, the canaries fall one by one consumed by fire; blue, violet, indigo, yellow, teal, orange, white, purple, green, vermillion. They lay still at the cubs feet and then start to bleed on the ground. They bleed all the colors imaginable, the blood runs over their mothers coat in a beautiful array of hues. Finally it pools at the cubs feet forming all colors named and unnamed on God's green earth. Suddenly the pool begins to vibrate ever so slightly as if a small pebble has been dropped in the middle. A voice speaks over the roaring flames seemingly from nowhere, " your mother was like a vine planted by the the waters edge. It had lush, green foilage because of the abundant water. It's branches became strong- strong enough to be a rulers scepter. It grew very tall and it had many lush branches, but it has withered and was destroyed by a fire. A fire has burst forth from its branches and devoured its fruit. My children, my strong cubs of the wildest, proud my creatures, be still and know that I am God. It was her time and she was a lioness among lions and you will not be caught in mankind's snares. I will keep you safe my man- eaters, my TRIUMPHANT MEN!!! but never forget this moment for this is a funeral song and it will be used in a funeral. I hold you dearly my children, your mother was like a vine planted in the desert but you are children born underwater". With that the voice fades, the cubs weep deeply, " o' mother we will never forget your love, your hunt to keep us safe, you truly are a lioness among lions!". They rear their heads and combine their voices in one mighty roar towards the not so mighty oak consumed by flames. Their mighty mother is gone but stained beautifully. The scene fades and I hear a voice from behind which catches me off guard, it speaks out, " This is a funeral song and it will be used in a funeral, the funeral which is that of my son who will die but whom is not dead, REJOICE SON! YOUR GOD IS NOT DEAD!! and in his funeral rejoice!...... the voice fades and hold my head in my hands and weep My God is not dead and rains forever in glory all the glory to him forever and ever amen.

God Gave Up The Ghost at Full Tilt Ice Cream

live footage of one man band God Gave Up The Ghost(aka andrew kerr) of seattle.