Album Notes

The band is called THUNDER & LIGHTNING (band), which is a collaboration with lyricist and vocalist Thomas Larsen, aka Bro T and producer/musician Zeph Daniel, aka Zedjah528. Zeph usually produces all his tracks in 528 hz because as he says, "That was the original tuning before the tuning conspiracy of the last century set up a kind of dissonance that is not so much heard but felt and can lead to illness. "I understand most people won't believe this, but our 528hz approach is different, and even informs composition choices when working in this marvelous original tuning."

Both Larsen and Daniel are veteran musicians, poets, composers, producers and arrangers and have been playing in various bands and in studios for many, many years. Zeph's music is highly experimental and has a theatrical and hard-hitting bent to it, while Bro T's music has always been on the cutting edge of spirituality, prophecy and warnings to society... those warnings have now come due. So the time has come for the collaboration "in the angelic ministry of things," in the spiritual warfare side of things...

...in the aspect of a huge WAKEUP CALL to the world....

...finally it's time for THUNDER & LIGHTNING to strike.

Once it begins it does not end...

To Kill The Prophet Lyrics:

I see all the wreckage that you left and it's blockin' out my scenery
You gave the keys to the kingdom to your dogs now the wolves got your hens
You've put your own family in the gears of your deadly machinery
... But you've never met a stranger that you didn't love much more than your friends

La-di-da, you wanna save the world
Que sera sera, to kill the prophet
And abandon your little girl

You write a love letter every morning to your self and add a rose
You've got a couple hundred more in your drawers saying self is what you chose
You're stickin' to "The Secret" and you dream you create your own reality
Trouble is reality is showing you're an empress with no clothes

[perception . . . perception . . . . ]

To kill the profit, to kill the prophet, to kill the prophet
La-di-da you wanna save the world
Que sera sera kill the prophet
And abandon your little girl

You reap what you
Sow
He will know
What is in your heart
He won't buy your show

Now the prophet came down and told you that the world was in a mess
He preached fire and brimstone and told you that your life was but a test
You stuck your fingers in your ears and cried "no more"
"La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, la
T.M.I, I gave at the company store"

La-di-da, you wanna save the world
Que sera sera, to kill the prophet
And abandon your little girl

To kill the prophet
To kill the profit
To kill the prophet
To kill the prophet******