Back during my childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and I after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived. Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a weekly series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again. The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.
Smells Like Teen Spirit Nirvana Load up on guns Bring your friends It’s fun to lose And to pretend She’s overboard Self-assured Oh no I know A dirty word
Hello Hello Hello How low Hello Hello Hello How low Hello Hello Hello How low Hello Hello Hello
With the lights out It’s less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid And contagious Here we are now Entertain us
A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido
Yay
Yay
Yay
I’m worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Out little group Has always been And always will Until the end
Hello Hello Hello How low Hello Hello Hello How low Hello Hello Hello How low Hello Hello Hello
With lights out It’s less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid And contagious Here we are now Entertain us
A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido
Yay
Yay
Yay
And I forget Just why I taste Oh yeah I guess it makes me smile I found it hard It was hard to find Oh well Whatever Never mind
Hello Hello Hello How low Hello Hello Hello How low Hello Hello Hello How low Hello Hello Hello
With the lights out It’s less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid And contagious Here we are now Entertain us
A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido A denial A denial A denial A denial A denial A denial A denial A denial A denial
Smells Like Nirvana Weird Al Yankovic What is this song All about Can’t figure any Lyrics out How do the words To it go I wish you’d tell me I don’t know
Now I’m mumblin’ And I’m screamin’ And I don’t know What I’m singin’ Crank the volume Ears are bleedin’ I still don’t know What I’m singin’ We’re so loud And incoherent Boy this oughta Bug your parents
Yeah
It’s so Unintelligible I just can’t get it Through my skull It’s hard to bargle Nawdle Zouss With all these marbles In my mouth
Well we don’t sound Like Madonna Here we are now We’re Nirvana Sing distinctly We don’t wanna But our album We’re Nirvana A garage band From Seattle Well it sure beats Raisin’ cattle
Yeah
And I forgot The next verse Oh well I guess it pays To rehearse The lyric sheet’s So hard to find What are the words Oh never mind
Well I’m yellin And we’re playin’ But I don’t know What I’m sayin’ What’s the message I’m conveyin’ Can you tell me What I’m sayin’ So have you got Some idea Didn’t think so Well I’ll see ya Sayonara Sayonawa Ayonawa Hodinawa Odinaya Yodinaya Yaddayadda Yaddayadda Ayiyaaaaaah
The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another. The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable. Please, go see for yourself.
***WARNING*** Some may find the lyrics of the song, and the imagery of the video, quite disturbing. So, be prepared to close your eyes and ears at any moment, but please keep your heart and mind open.
Dead I am the one Exterminating son Slipping through the trees Strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky Watching angels cry While they slowly turn Conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dead I am the pool Spreading from the fool Weak and want you need Nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat Feast upon the cat Tender is the fur Dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
Do it baby Do it baby
Do it baby Do it baby Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life Dig into the skin Knuckle crack the bone 21 to win
Dead I am the dog Hound of Hell you cry Devil on your back I can never die
Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
Do it baby Do it baby
Do it baby Do it baby Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
Over Me
WhiteHeart
Caught in a summer rain
But I don’t run for cover
I stand out in the shower
Rain runnin’ over me
I could stay for hours
And though the sky is dark
And there’s a shadow on the land
The rain comforts me
It is the touch of His hand
I feel His love pourin’ down over me
Warm healin’ waters that set me free
Safe in the arms of eternity
Held by the wonder and mystery
Over me
Over me
Over me
Know that I’m not dreamin’
It’s real what I’m feelin’
Mercy flowin’ down
A rainbow of new meanin’
It is a holy sign
That there’s Someone up above
So now I open my heart
In the shower of His love
I feel His love pourin’ down over me
Warm healin’ waters that set me free
Safe in the arms of eternity
Held by the wonder and mystery
Over me
Over me
Keep pourin’ out His life over me
Over me
Over me
I am free
So now I open my heart
In the shower of His love
Oh I feel His love pourin’ down over me
Warm healin’ waters that set me free
Safe in the arms of eternity
Held by the wonder and mystery
Over me
Over me
Oh my Lord
I do believe
That You gave
Gave it all
Over me
Love is pourin’ down over me
I feel His mercy flowin’ over me
Over me
Oh the wonder and mystery
How His love pours over me
Ahhahhahhahahuhhhhhahh
Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world. For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.
Welcome To My Life Simple Plan Do you ever feel like breaking down Do you ever feel out of place Like somehow you just don’t belong And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna run away Do you lock yourself in your room With the radio on turned up so loud That no one hears you screaming
No you don’t know what it’s like When nothing feels all right You don’t know what it’s like To be like me
To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked When you’re down To feel like you’ve been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one’s there to save you No you don’t know what it’s like
Welcome to my life
Do you wanna be somebody else Are you sick of feeling so left out Are you desperate to find something more Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate Are you sick of everyone around With their big fake smiles and stupid lies While deep inside you’re bleeding
No you don’t know what it’s like When nothing feels all right You don’t know what it like To be like me
To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked When you’re down To feel like you’ve been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one’s there to save you No you don’t know what it’s like
Welcome to my life
No one ever lied straight to your face And no one ever stabbed you in the back You might think I’m happy But I’m not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted You never had to work it was always there You don’t know what it’s like What it’s like
To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked When you’re down To feel like you’ve been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one’s there to save you No you don’t know what it’s like What it’s like To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked When you’re down To feel like you’ve been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one’s there to save you No you don’t know what it’s like
When I’m Gone Simple Plan I look around me But all I seem to see Is people going nowhere Expecting sympathy It’s like we’re going through the motions Of a scripted destiny Tell me where’s our inspiration If life won’t wait I guess it’s up to me
No Well we’re not gonna waste Another moment in this town No And we won’t come back The world is calling out No Leave the past in the past Gonna find the future If misery loves company Well So long You’ll miss me when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
Procrastination Running circles in my head While you sit there contemplating You’ll wind up left for dead Life is what happens While you’re busy making your excuses Another day Another casualty But that won’t happen to me
No Well we’re not gonna waste Another moment in this town No And we won’t come back The world is calling out No Leave the past in the past Gonna find the future If misery loves company Well So long You’ll miss me when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone When I’m gone
I won’t look back When I say goodbye Gonna leave this world behind me Gonna take what’s mine tonight ‘Cause every wasted day Becomes a wasted chance You’re gonna wake up feeling sorry ‘Cause life won’t wait I guess it’s up to you
No No we’re not gonna waste Another moment in this town No And we won’t come back The world is calling out No Leave the past in the past Gonna find the future If misery loves company Well So long You’ll miss me when I’m gone
“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about, websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time. Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.” This is subject to change, however. In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while. For rants promote change, and change can be good—right? Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).
I must admit that I am feeling rather idiotic. For while I was not paying nearly as much attention as I should have been to what was being displayed on the [Spottt] widget that I used to have on the sidebar to the left, ads for both soft and hardcore porn sites were being shown.
Yeah, I had seen some ads that had some very attractive ladies in some very provocative poses, but they were not any worse than what you could see in a [Sport Illustrated Swimsuit Issue]. So, I didn’t think much of it.
Then, I received an email last week from one of my regular visitors here, and I started paying a lot more attention to what was being displayed on Spottt widgets that I came across. Oh my, was I ever in for a shock. [Here] is just one of the sites that was being advertised through Spottt. Please, do not click on the link if you take offense to very explicit sexual content.
No, this may not be of any concern to many, but since I see a Spottt widget on many sites that are focused on so-called family-friendly content, I suspect that this news may be of great interest to quite a few. Of course, some may consider what is contained on porn sites to be all about being VERY friendly towards family members. There are two sides to every coin, you know.
The friend who first called my attention to the porn Spotts said that she had only noticed them late at night, and since we both live in the western hemisphere of this world, that would mean that they are being shown during the daytime in the other half. That is, unless they have them set-up to run late at night all over.
Alas, I really want to believe that Spottt may have been hacked, or taken over by someone else since I first signed-up with the ad service around a year ago. For they accidentally sent me a rejection notice for this blog because of it being judged to not be family-friendly enough.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I am sure that the rejection notice was accidentally sent. For they had already sent me notice of being approved, and then they sent me another email that apologized for accidentally sending the other one!
Anyway, the point that I am trying to make is that it seems highly unlikely that an outfit that is concerned with where their widgets are placed would approve of the kind of ads that are now being shown on them. On the other hand, my mom always said that I was awfully gullible.
Back during my childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and I after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived. Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a weekly series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again. The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.
American Pie Don McLean A long long time ago I can still remember How that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they’d be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I’d deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn’t take one more step I can’t remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day The music Died
So bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die
Did you write the Book of Love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so Do you believe in rock ‘n’ roll Can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow Well I know that you’re in love with him ‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym You both kicked off your shoes And I digged those rhythmy blues I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day The music Died
I started singin’ Bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone But that’s not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day The music Died
We were singin’ Bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and fallin’ fast It landed foul out on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the Sergeants played a marchin’ tune We all got up to dance Oh but we never got the chance ‘Cause the player tried to take the field The marchin’ band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day The music Died
We started singin’ Bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die
Oh and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack by nimble Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick ‘Cause fire is the devil’s only friend Oh and as I watch him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan’s spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughin’ with delight The day The music Died
He was singin’ Bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I’d heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn’t play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried And the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father Son And Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day The music Died
And they were singin’ Bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die
They were singin’ Bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
The Saga Begins Weird Al Yankovic A long long time ago In a galaxy far away Naboo was under an attack And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn Could talk the federation Into maybe cutting them a little slack But their response It didn’t thrill us They locked the doors And tried to kill us We escaped from that gas Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass We took a bongo from the scene And we went to Theed to see the Queen We all wound up on Tatooine That’s where We found This boy
Oh my my This here Anakin guy Maybe Vader Someday later Now he’s just a small fry And he left his home And kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin’ Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi
Did you know this junkyard slave Isn’t even old enough to shave But he can use the Force they say Ahh Do you see him hitting on the Queen Though he’s just nine and she’s fourteen Yeah He’s probably gonna marry her someday Well I know he built C-3PO And I’ve heard how fast his pod can go And we were broke it’s true So we made a wager or two He was a prepubescent flyin’ ace And the minute Jabba started off that race Well I knew who would win first place Oh yes, I was our boy
We started singin’ My my This here Anakin guy Maybe Vader Someday later Now he’s just a small fry And he left his home And kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin’ Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi
Now we finally got to Coruscant The Jedi Council we knew would want To see how good the boy could be So we took him there and we told the tale How his midi-chlorians were off the scale And he might fulfill that prophecy Oh The Council was impressed of course Could he bring balance to the Force They interviewed the kid Oh training they forbid Because Yoda sensed in him much fear And Qui-Gon said Now listen here Just stick it in your pointy ear I still Will teach This boy
He was singin’ My my This here Anakin guy Maybe Vader Someday later Now he’s just a small fry And he left his home And kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin’ Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi
We caught a ride back to Naboo ‘Cause Queen Amidala wanted to I frankly would’ve liked to stay We all fought in that epic war And it wasn’t long at all before Little hotshot flew his plane And saved the day And in the end Some Gunguns died Some ships blew up And some pilots fried A lot of folks were croakin’ The battle droids were broken And the Jedi I admire most Met up with Darth Maul And now he’s toast Well I’m still here And he’s a ghost I guess I’ll train This boy
And I was singin’ My my This here Anakin guy Maybe Vader Someday later Now he’s just a small fry And he left his home And kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin’ Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi
We were singin’ My my This here Anakin guy Maybe Vader Someday later Now he’s just a small fry And he left his home And kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin’ Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi
The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another. The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable. Please, go see for yourself.