Kings of Leon- Crawl

This song is a skull crusher!!!!!!!!!!!

O, My God- The police

I always thought of this tune as an ardent prayer... particularly in my days of really seeking God and thirsting for answers. Now that I have worked out many of the answers I always desired- I find that the thirst for God is still there- and I still pray for the space between us to be filled.

I dedicate this one to my friend David.

Lyrics:

Everyone I know is lonely
And God is so far away,
And my heart belongs to no one,
So now sometimes I pray
Please take the space between us
And fill it up some way.
Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.

Oh my God you take the biscuit
Treating me this way
Expecting me to treat you well
No matter what you say.
How can I turn the other cheek
It's black and bruised and torn
I've been waiting
Since the day that I was born.


Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.
Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.

The fat man in his garden
The thin man at his gate
My God you must be sleeping
Wake up, it's much too late.

Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.
Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days?
Since we first met,
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet.

All My Tears- Julie Miller

This is by far the best version of the song going around. Its also the best video of it I have seen. Outstanding work Dave.

Lyrics:

When I go don't cry for me
In my fathers arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole

Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed
For my savior knows my name

It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away

Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven's store
Come and drink and thirst no more

So weep not for me my friend
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to him
Who will raise the dead again

It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away

When death comes to call on you
Then will He know your name too?

She Cries Your Name- Beth Orton

Since I posted this I went and visited my 90 year old Grandmother up in the northeast part of the state. She has been diagnosed with alzheimers disease and has been in a nursing home now for about two months. I finally got up there to see her for the first time since this happened. I will soon be writing much more about our culture, alzheimers and looking after people afflicted with it. Meanwhile, I suddenly realized this song fits my Grandmother and her situation to a tee.

When I got there to see her yesterday, unannounced, she was all packed up and ready to go home. I soon learned that every day she gets up, bathes, gets dressed, eats breakfast and then gathers her things expecting someone to come and pick her up and take her home. The nurses kindly hang her clothes back in the closet every afternoon or evening. Meanwhile, Grandmother walks the halls praying for other people... she's convinced she is there as a volunteer worker and not a resident. She told us how she's been busy helping and ministering to others and met a lot of nice people but now she's ready to go home. She's simply vexed that no one will take her to her house that happens to be about 6 blocks away. Her short term memory is about gone so she doesn't really remember her visitors... and thus wonders why people don't come to see her.
Man, the lyrics to this song REALLY hit me hard now.

BETH ORTON
She Cries Your Name

Falling from the western slopes to find yourselves alone again,
Wondering where you have been, Your lonely voice calls
across the starlit coast, Reaching out to be seen.

She cries your name,
three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain?

Cut beneath the surface screen of what we say and what we
seem, Is a trick to be seen, She keeps crying out your name,
But her scream sounds the same, How fickle fate can be.

She cries your name,
Three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain?

Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing
euphorically, Give him time an' he's real, And there's a
wasteland in your soul the burned out trees will leave you
cold, Living out an ideal.

She cries your name,
three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain?

She cries your name,
Twelve times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain?

William Orbit - Gringatcho Demento

Love On A Real Train (by Tangerine Dream)

Just sit back and enjoy the beauty of God's work.
Peace.

"I Need You" by Julie Miller

Turning Circles- Judas Priest Video

I am particularly proud of this video as I edited it together myself. I used to spin this dusty, old gem of a tune on my turntable back in the day. I remember going to see this band once with my roomate who was also my cousin during my freshman year at Oklahoma Christian College. Good times... good times. I think this song stands up to time pretty well. Its simple, direct and potent.

Lyrics:

Change, change, it's all rearrangin'
Lookin' around at the situation
Go back, see what you're doin'
The way you're takin' life, you're goin'
To rack and ruin

I'm turning circles, so stay away
We've all got somethin' wrong to say

Slow down, see where we're headin'
The way things are goin' now
Your life it ain't pleasin'
Had my share of up and down
Don't spend time, don't spend time
Rushin' around

I'm turning circles, so stay away
We've all got somethin' wrong to say

Ashes to Ashes- Faith No More

This one truly reminds me of my ex-wife. It was playing on a loop on our first night together with a few other songs. It is a truly great make out song. Also the song and title are spot on for the eventual outcome of our relationship. I will always have regrets over it.

Life's What You Make It- Talk Talk

This is a truly great song.

The Dead Heart- Midnight Oil

This one goes out to indigenous people all over the world.

lyrics:

We don't serve your country
don't serve your king
Know your custom don't speak your tongue
White man came took everyone

We don't serve your country
We don't serve your king
White man listen to the songs we sing
White man came took everything

We carry in our hearts the true country
And that cannot be stolen
We follow in the steps of our ancestry
And that cannot be broken

We don't serve your country
We don't serve your king
Know your custom don't speak your tongue
White man came took everyone

We don't need protection
don't need your hand
just keep your promise on where we stand
We will listen- we'll understand

We carry in our hearts the true country
And that cannot be stolen
We follow in the steps of our ancestry
And that cannot be broken
We carry in our hearts the true country
And that cannot be stolen
We follow in the steps of our ancestry
And that cannot be broken

Mining companies, pastoral companies
Uranium companies
Collected companies
Got more right than people
Got more say than people

Forty thousand years can make a difference to the state of things
The dead heart lives here

How Low? by Jose Gonzalez

I love the guitar work in this music as well as the lyrics.

How Low Lyrics:

How low
are you willing to go
before you reach all
your selfish goals.
Punch line after punch line
leaving us sore,
leaving us sore.

Absorbed
in your ill hustling
you're feeding a monster,
just feeding a monster.

Invasion
after invasion,
this means war,
this means war.

Someday you'll be up to your knees
in the $%&^ you seed.
All the gullible
that you mislead
won't be up or it.

Where to
will you relocate
now that it's war.
Now that it's war

Down The Line- José Gonzaléz

The Mighty Lemon Drops- Out of hand

This band was among my faves in the late 80's and early 90's. Heck, they still are. I remember feeling just the way this song portrays practically all the time. I sure wish I could re-live those years. They didn't have to be so hard. Its taken me a lifetime to figure out what life is all about. I wish I had just found a spiritually mature person and asked. I reckon I was usually too wasted to look somebody in the eye and ask the right questions. I had to do it all on my own I thought. I am happy with where I am now spiritually... I just wish I wasn't middle aged and just now "got it".

Lyrics:

When I close my eyes I see forever
In between the good and bad I’ll be there

Somewhere
Over my head
Something
I have not said

Think I’ve lost my grip
It’s out of my hands
Slipped between my fingers
Out of my hands

Took so long to get it and I know it
Everything I wanted I’d have been it

So far
Out of my hand
So close
That I can’t find it

Think I’ve lost my grip
It’s out of my hands
Slipped between my fingers
Out of my hands

I’ve seen things I’ve shouldn’t have seen
Now they live inside me
I’ve seen things through open doors
Now I know what lives are for

Somewhere
Over my head
Something
I have not said

Think I’ve lost my grip
It’s out of my hands
Slipped between my fingers
Out of my hands

Think I’ve lost my grip
It’s out of my hands
Slipped between my fingers
Out of my hands

There's No Way Out of Here

SIMPLE MINDS- HOME

Lyrics:

God gave me travelling shoes,
God gave me the wanderer’s eye,
God gave me a few gold coins
to help me to the other side.
Looked around and said:
“be careful how the small things grow”.
God gave me travelling shoes
and I knew that it was time to go.

Sent in the ship at night
to take me to the hidden port.
Found me the key at last
to open up the prison doors.
Brought down the blackbird’s wings,
gifted me with beggar’s eyes.
Sent in the jackals
to tell me I should say bye, bye, bye.

I’m home, home, home, home, home.
And I’m home, home, home, home, home.
But I’m miles, miles, miles, miles and miles away.
Where can I hide?

God gave me one last chance,
gave me one last reprieve.

Jah gave me hunger,
gave me the air to breathe.
Gave me one suitcase,
gave me one last goodbye.
Gave me travelling shoes,
without them I would surely die, die, die.

Home, home, home, home, home.
Home, home, home, home, home.
And I’m miles, miles, miles, miles and miles away.
Miles, miles, miles, miles and miles away.
Where do I go?
Oh, where can I hide?

Home, home, home, home, home.
And I’m home, home, home, home, home.
And I’m miles away, miles away, and I’m miles away.

For What Its Worth

Link.

There has to be an Invisible Son (Only invisible to those who choose to not see.)

The Jesus and Mary Chain - Blues from a Gun

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Here, Mark Driscoll describes precisely the reason why I post some of the music and other items that I do on this blog.

Lyrics:

I don't care about the state of my hair
I got something out of nothing
That just wasn't there
And your kiss kiss kiss
Is never gonna blow me away
Dreams of escape keep me awake
I'm never gonna get out or make it away
I'm a stone dead tripper
Dying in a fantasy
Like a cracked open sky
it helps you to die
Don't split it scrape it
You're screaming automatic pain
Your're too young kid you're gonna get hit
Looks like your never gonna make it
Off the government list
I don't mind about the state of my mind
But you know it's good for nothing
And I left you behind
It's a sick sick city
But it's never gonna make me insane
If you're talking for real
Then go cut a deal
You're facing up to living out
The way that you feel
And you shake shake shake
'Cause you know you'll never make it away
Well I guess that's why I've always
Got the blues

Christian Culture vs. Biblical Culture- Mark Driscoll

He's on the money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mark Driscoll describes precisely the reason why I post some of the music and other items that I do on this blog. I am turning into a real fan of this fellow.