Life After Life
‘Life After Life’ is a remake of the original song ‘God is a Prisoner’ from 1984 – Remake AI assist – Tjook 2024
Life After Life
Lyrics by Tjook, 2024
All the people that kneel down
just in order to win
all the promised glory.
They don’t know
where else to begin.
And all the power,
that lies just beyond—
wants to be a god,
and not the mortal in me.
First, they make up the rules
(life after-life…)
for all the guilt
and the sin.
Selling out their soul
again and again,
just to crown
another king.
Life after life
life, after-life, after-life…
’Cause God is a prisoner
of the people that pray.
God is a prisoner
in oh so many
ways…
…a way? a way? a way?
Is that really the way?
…away? away? away…?
Is that really the only way?
Life after life after life after life…
The restless races
in my mind
just trying to get free—
free from the coercion
of the animal me.
And that all the promise,
that lies just beyond…
still wants to be a god,
not the mortal in me.
And still—
they write the rules
(for after-life…)
forgiveness,
if you just believe.
Selling out their soul
to a dream
that never lets us leave.
God is a prisoner
of the people that pray.
God is our prisoner—
we made him
in our own way.
And still we believe
in the afterlife…
Still can’t see.
Still got its claws in me.
Belief is the drug.
A way to endure.
Believe me:
our God’s a prisoner—
just like me.
Just like you.
God is a prisoner
of the ones who pray.
As long as we pray—
he stays.
Life.
After-life.
Life.
After-life.
Believers just like me.
Just like me.
How about you?
God Is A Prisoner
Originally performed by RhuBarb Groningen 1984
All the restless races
Of the mind to get free
Free from the coercion
Of the 'animal me'
All the promised power
That lies just beyond
It wants to be the god
And not the mortal in yourself
But god is a prisoner
Of the people that pray
God is a prisoner
In oh so many a way
All the people that kneel down
Just in order to win
All the promised glory,
They know where to begin
First they make up the rules
For all the guilt and the sin
Then they sell out their souls and
They'll be crowning their king
But your god is a prisoner,
A prisoner of prayers
And seldom a listener,
Seldom that he cares
Facing up to the limits
Facing up your soul tonight
Facing up to the limits of your life tonight
Facing up to the limits of your time tonight
Face up to the world and be strong tonight..
Groningen 1984
©Tjook