Iron Gospel from Conduit by Manholes
The surge of collective voices rising from below transforms discarded infrastructure into a resonant chamber of purpose. Here, the traditional spirit of call-and-response finds its pulse in the percussive clang of reclaimed metal, a raw liturgy hammered into existence. This isn't just about faith; it's about forging belief from the very bones of neglect, a testament to what's found when everything else is stripped away. Listeners might interpret it as a stark reimagining of belonging, a defiant reclamation of sacred space, challenging the easy comforts of surface life. The subtexts whisper of endurance, of resilience carved into every I-beam and copper conduit, revealing a profound cultural undercurrent of making do, of building anew. It strips back the veneer of established ritual, revealing something stark and urgent, a form of worship where grime holds grace. It should feel like a tremor of recognition, a shared breath in the dark, a cathartic release when the choir of reclaimed voices fills the void, transforming the silence into a powerful, industrial hymn. This track lays bare the heart of a community finding its own redemption in the rhythm of rust and revival.
Tracklist
| 5. | Iron Gospel | 4:00 |
Lyrics
Can I get a witness in the tunnels below?
We bear witness to the steel and stone!
Can you hear the gospel in the grinding gears?
Iron sings salvation to believing ears!
I've walked these rails for forty years or more
Through every tunnel, every subway door
Seen empires rise from concrete and decay
The Lord provides where others walk away
These girders preach of strength that won't corrode
Each rivet holds a promise, each weld a holy code
Iron gospel, steel salvation (steel salvation!)
Metal bones hold congregation (congregation!)
Every beam becomes a blessing (what a blessing!)
Underground our souls confessing (souls confessing!)
Turn the rust into redemption (redemption!)
Iron gospel, steel salvation!
Who will testify to copper's holy fire?
We testify! The circuits never tire!
Who will witness to the transformer's song?
We witness! Current carries us along!
These abandoned platforms hold our evening prayer
Voltage flows like incense through the air
What the world discarded, heaven claimed as crown
Built this church from pieces falling down
Every cable twisted tight with sacred thread
Makes an altar where the lost are daily fed
Iron gospel, steel salvation (steel salvation!)
Metal bones hold congregation (congregation!)
Every beam becomes a blessing (what a blessing!)
Underground our souls confessing (souls confessing!)
Turn the rust into redemption (redemption!)
Iron gospel, steel salvation!
I came down broken, came down lost
Didn't know the price, didn't count the cost
But these tunnel walls held me like a mother's arms
These metal halls kept me safe from surface harms
Found my faith in the foundry of the forgotten
Grace flows through the grease, love lifts what's rotten
Iron gospel, steel salvation (steel salvation!)
Metal bones hold congregation (congregation!)
Every beam becomes a blessing (what a blessing!)
Underground our souls confessing (souls confessing!)
Turn the rust into redemption (redemption!)
Iron gospel, steel salvation!
Iron gospel! (Iron gospel!)
Steel salvation! (Steel salvation!)
Iron gospel, steel salvation!
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We crawl through forgotten tunnels with guitars and hammers, turning rust into rhythm. Steam pipes become our church organ while vocals cut through concrete like prayer. Built from scrap metal and broken infrastructure, our songs map the skeleton beneath your feet.