Heath McNease - The Sacred Things

If we're the sum of all our parts
Then someone got the numbers wrong
They should check the work again
Cause I'm not someone else's fault
I'm the reason I can't sleep
And I'm the reason you're disappointed
A thousand skeletons in my closet
My mantra remains let's just avoid 'em

Cause we took what we wanted
And we hid what we love
It's buried inside us
And it lives in our guts
And when we're discovered
There's no redemption for us
Just the judgment of others
Who haven't revealed what they hid in the dust

Shadows sent here from the past
To remind me
Of sacred things I can't give back
Buried in my shallow grave
I remind you of all the sacred things you have

I feel a chill in my soul
Is that death or just who I am
When the wolves descend to the town
Close your eyes or you'll see what's left of a man
Fragments torn to and fro
From a half that was formerly whole
It's the shearing down of a life with some promise
The dirt that returns to its home

We're specks set adrift with no mission or a course or return date
We're the fog in a windshield used to make shapes on a car ride
Like a child does in the first grade
We're the void in the abyss
Nothing more, nothing less
Can't run away from the stones that weren't meant for us
No one gets spared in the end
It's the where and the when, not knowing how that wakes me up every night in a cold sweat
These sacred things that I can't return'll be placed in my hands when I'm dead
Left in a potter's field
Unmarked and forgotten till
I'm discovered by someone who's dumping their loved one beside me
For every sacred thing they tried to steal

Shadows sent here from the past
To remind me
Of sacred things I can't give back
Buried in my shallow grave
I remind you of all the sacred things you have

Oh to gain the world and lose
Oh to gain the world and lose
Oh to gain the world and lose your soul (x6)

Shadows sent here from the past
To remind me
Of sacred things I can't give back
Buried in my shallow grave
I remind you of all the sacred things you have

Heath McNease is an indie rapper slash alternative folk artist slash Twitter comedian from South Georgia (or Jawjah, as he would say). He’s arguably the most hard-working upcoming artist, having released 15+ projects over the last 5 years (by comparison, most artists release an album every year or so)

Associated artists:
Playdough, Redcloud, Propaganda, JGivens,Pigeon John, Greg Lafollete, ManChild, Jetty Rae, Isaac Knox, HeirJordan.

Associated Acts:
- Free Daps
- Pen Pals
- Whose Rhyme is it Anyway (defunct)

Genres:
- Singer-Songwriter, Folk, Parody, Hip-hop (southern, classic, nerdcore)

For fans of:
- The Swell Season
- The Avett Brothers
- The Civil Wars
- The Weepies
- Simon & Garfunkel

Growing up, his musical influences included folk artists like Simon & Garfunkel, The Beatles, and The Carpenters.

However, thanks to his older brothers, Heath’s also a hip-hop nerd, particularly fond of gangsta and Southern rappers like Outkast and Warren G, “f-bombs and all”.

He attended Valdosta State University and graduated in 2006 with a degree in musical theater.

Though faith heavily influences his music, Heath wouldn’t necessarily classify himself as a “Christian” artist. He’s no squeaky-clean, Chris Tomlin, Contemporary Christian Music musician. He exposes his doubts and fears about faith honestly.

From serious to trivial, Heath is a melange of musical styles and content:

For honest, heartfelt biographical and spiritual content set to mellow folk, check out one of his newer releases, Who Knows? Who Cares?.

For an example of hilarious, multi-syllabic pop culture references layered over your favorite catchy hip-hop beats, check out his newest singles, Rapper and Bicentennial Man (Michigan).