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What Do You Have to Say is a tender confession set against the backdrop of a painted sunset;  a moment when love hangs in the balance between hope and heartache. It’s the sound of vulnerability, the courage to speak what’s been hidden, and the longing to hear love spoken in return.

Blending vivid imagery with honest emotion, this song captures that sacred pause between confession and response; when the heart waits for an answer that could change everything.

It’s raw. It’s reverent.
It’s the sound of love daring to ask, “What do you have to say?”

What Do You Have To Say

Why Should I Live is a heartfelt reflection on the contrast between human weakness and divine faithfulness. It begins in honest self-examination; questions of fear, shame, and failure; but rises into a triumphant confession of grace. Every “why” finds its answer in Christ: His sacrifice, His love, His resurrection.

It’s not just a song of conviction, but of renewal; a reminder that the Christian life begins and ends in Him.
Because we live, not in our own strength, but in the power of the One who conquered death.

Why should I live? Because He lives in me.

Why Should I Live?

The anthem that starts the joy revolution.
A rally cry for anyone tired of gray skies and grim headlines, “Light the Fuse” is a wake-up call wrapped in rhythm; loud, bright, and unashamedly hopeful.

This is where the movement begins: laughter as protest, joy as defiance, community as power.
Every drumbeat cracks open the dark; every shout reminds us that light still wins.

So grab your grin, stomp your feet, and join the uprising.
The fuse is lit. Let the joy explode.

Light the Fuse

This is the marching song for the joy revolution.
Not forced happiness. Not fake cheer.
This is defiant gladness; the kind that walks straight into the rain and whistles anyway.

“Blue Skies Brigade” is a parade of ordinary people choosing hope over cynicism, love over bitterness, laughter over gloom. No uniforms, no titles,  just hearts tuned to the same bright melody.

If you’ve ever felt the world growing heavy…
If you’ve ever thought joy was too small to matter…
This one is your rally cry.

Lace up.
Step out.
Bring the sun with you.

Joy’s our drum
Love’s our trade
Join the Blue Skies Brigade.

Blue Skies Brigade

This is the moment the movement gets colorful.
“Confetti Hearts” is joy thrown like handfuls of paint — messy, loud, unapologetically human.

Where others wait for the world to brighten, we start the brightening.
Where cynics cross their arms, we open ours.
Where sorrow tries to settle in, we dance it right back out the door.

This track reminds us that hope isn’t neat.
It’s not quiet.
It’s not “respectable.”
Hope is a riot of color, splashed on the gray.

Every laugh is a brushstroke.
Every kind act is a spark.
Every heart that refuses to harden becomes a firework.

So throw it high.
Let the colors fly.

We’re lighting up the night
with confetti hearts.

Confetti Hearts

Not all battles are fought with fists.
Some are fought with joy.

“Smile Like a Weapon” is the anthem of cheerful defiance — the moment in the album where the movement stops apologizing for its happiness and starts wielding it.

This track is a reminder that joy isn’t weakness.
It’s strategy.
It’s strength.
It’s how we refuse to let the dark have the last word.

Where others roll their eyes, we smile wider.
Where cynicism flexes, we break into song.
Where fear builds walls, we laugh loud enough to crack them.

No crowns.
No swords.
Just radiant hearts and grins sharp enough to cut through gloom.

So go ahead—
aim your joy.
Laugh on purpose.
Turn the world bright.

Smile like a weapon.

Smile Like a Weapon

This one is joy with muddy shoes.
The celebration that happens before everything gets better not after.

“Dancing in the Potholes” is about finding rhythm in the rough patches, humor in the hard places, and grace in the cracks of ordinary life. It’s not naïve. It knows the road is uneven. It’s taken a few falls. It’s limping a little.

But it keeps dancing anyway.

Because joy doesn’t wait for perfection 
it grows in the middle of the mess.

This track sings for the weary, the scraped-up, the ones who are still trying, the ones who laugh so they don’t quit.

For everyone who has ever said,
“Life isn’t smooth… but I’m still here.”

Yep.
You belong here.
Right in the beat.
Right in the cracks.
Dancing in the potholes.

Dancing In the Potholes

This one is the sound of joy getting loud.
The moment when the movement leaves the house, heads into the street, and refuses to be quiet anymore.

“Noise of the People” is a street-level revival hymn not whispered, not polished, not polite.
It’s joy so real it rattles the windows.
It’s the music of hearts that have been set free, singing off-key but all in.

No stages.
No spotlights.
Just voices, hands, feet, and hope.

This track is for the ones who have waited long enough.
For the tired.
For the wounded.
For the ones who found out that joy comes back stronger when it’s shared.

This is the sound of chains breaking.
This is the sound of fear losing ground.
This is the anthem of ordinary people who refuse to go quiet.

Raise your voice.
Join the crowd.

Joy is loud and it’s ours.

The Noise of the People

This is the moment everything breaks open.
Not with anger.
Not with rage.
But with joy so unashamed it shakes the concrete.

“The Laughter Uprising” is the sound of fear losing its grip.
The world tried to quiet us down;  tried to make happiness feel naive, childish, weak.
But joy fought back.
And it won.

This track is victory without violence.
Triumph without arrogance.
A revolution led by open hands, bright eyes, and hearts that refuse to dim.

When laughter becomes courage…
When kindness becomes a movement…
When we choose color over gray, even in the middle of grief…
That’s the uprising.

This song is the banner.
This song is the march.
This song is the roar of hope coming back to life.

The world is invited.
No tickets.
No gatekeepers.
Just step into the light and sing.

Laughter Uprising

When the band first formed in the cellar of McPhilbob’s parents’ home, they had no idea what they were getting themselves into.  They believed that nothing happens by chance and that God had given them a soapbox for a reason to impact the lives of people around the world.  Above all, their ultimate goal was to glorify God in everything that they do.  They believed that they are the greatest band of all time because they represent the greatest of all time, Jesus Christ.

Light the Fuse

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