How Many Times

Where The Glory Is

The Power Of His Love

Every Hour

Fresh Fire Fresh Wind

Our Father

Last Turn

Lyrics 
Sulle strade polvere e lacrime si mescolano
 urla di dolore che il vento non spegne mai 

Sogni di bambini rotti come vetri infranti 
noi piangiamo ma i potenti chiudono gli occhi 

Nel cielo grigio di cenere volano missili
 le case crollano come castelli di carta
 
le nostre Vite spezzate in mille pezzi 
Ma chi ci guida gioca la sua partita 

Sogniamo la pace mentre loro parlano
 le voci si perdono nel fumo delle bombe
 cuori sperano Ma nessuno ci ascolta 
un mondo migliore sembra un illusione 
madri stringono figli con occhi vuoti

Nel silenzio delle notti senza Alba 
lasciamo fiori sui destini ormai spenti

Ma chi comanda ignora le nostre preghiere 
gli occhi dei potenti sono ciechi di vanità
parole vuote rimbalzano come eco nel vento 
le nostre grida si disperdono nel nulla
mentre noi sogniamo un domani più umano 

Sogniamo la pace mentre loro parlano 
le voci si perdono nel fumo delle bombe 
ouori sperano ma nessuno ci ascolta 
il mondo migliore sembra un'illusione

Sogniamo la pace (Radio Edit)

Я открываю дверь

“O Lord, open our lips and our mouth shall proclaim Your praise” (Psalm 51:15)

Young Oceans has been, from the start, a deeply gratifying and enlightening project.  I’d like to believe that we’ve approached art for art’s sake at our best moments, and I hope to keep pushing in that direction.  So it's been a bonus to hear from listeners around the world who have stumbled upon the music and felt a personal connection with these songs.

The impetus for the first Young Oceans album was to take songs that were written for my church community and arrange them as a meditative soundscape.  As we’ve progressed through ‘Advent’ and now 'I Must Find You’, the aesthetic has admittedly moved even further afield.  Ironically, one of the most consistent requests we have received over the years has been for help in adapting the songs for use in the local church setting.    

Cue several seasons of fits, starts, lengthy philosophical conversations, and artistic self-loathing.  Eventually and thankfully, we connected with a talented new friend named Jonny Macintosh.  Jonny helped us cast a vision forward: a group of outside vocalists capturing an album of songs that could be a resource for Christian communities.   Simple, humble progressions flowing underneath a wave of human voices… other people’s voices.  As Jonny put the album in motion, a humbling list of artists expressed interest in being involved and, all in, close to 30 people lent their musical talents to the project.

It was my middle school music teacher who first taught me that, compared to any other other instrument, the human voice is the most dynamic, versatile and fundamental.  Anyone who’s sung a hymn in church or a pop song in the shower knows that something mystical happens when your voice box resonates and stretches and forms a wild melody.  Something even more profound occurs when we sing as a group, crying out together with songs of faith, longing, praise and lament.

I don’t claim for one second to have cracked the code on how to write songs for the Church to sing.  Writers across the ages that have already provided enough songs to last a lifetime.  This is just our small attempt at joining that great chorus and we hope it blesses you richly.    

- Eric Marshall, Brooklyn NY, 2016

VOICES, Vol. I

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The Power Of His Love

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