WhiteHeart Wednesday

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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Christian

WhiteHeart

Yeah

Yeah

You wear a Sunday suit and tie

Everybody thinks you’re such a guy

Climbin’ up the American dream

Got the whole world on a golden string

You got the glow

A shiny face

Respectable man with holy taste

You got that family pew reserved

When the hymns are sung your voice is heard

But late one night you got your plan

You’d be religious on demand

Dr. Jekyll

Mr. Christian

It’s a mask you wear to hide

You got a notion

God’s a potion

And it works most every time

Dr. Jekyll

Mr. Christian

Experimented with your lies

Just to get a bigger piece of pie

I really think you do believe

Yet you use religion to deceive

So when it’s time for you know who

You feel the change come over you

Dr. Jekyll

Mr. Christian

It’s a mask you wear to hide

You got a notion

God’s a potion

And it works most every time

Dr. Jekyll

Mr. Christian

What is faith

What is a lie

Don’t you know that

Can’t you see that

God is not your alibi

Now when the change comes over you

There’s almost nothing you can do

Dr. Jekyll

Mr. Christian

It’s a mask you wear to hide

You got a notion

God’s a potion

And it works most every time

Dr. Jekyll

Mr. Christian

What is faith

What is a lie

Don’t you know that

Can’t you see that

God is not your alibi

Dr. Jekyll

Mr. Christian

It’s a mask you wear to hide

You got a notion

God’s a potion

And it works most every time

God is not your alibi

Is not your alibi

God is not your alibi

God is not your alibi

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TFT: R.E.M.

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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.

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Losing My Religion

R.E.M.

Oh

Life

It's bigger

It's bigger than you

And you are not me

The lengths that I will go to

The distance in your eyes

Oh no

I've said too much

I set it up

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spot light

Losing my religion

Trying to keep a view

And I don't know if I can do it

Oh no

I've said too much

I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper

Of every waking hour

I'm choosing my confessions

Trying to keep an eye on you

Like a hurt

Lost and blinded fool

Fool

Oh no

I've said too much

I set it up

Consider this

Consider this

The hint of the century

Consider this

The slip

That brought me to my knees

Failed

What if all these fantasies come

Flailing aground

Now I've said

Too much

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream

That was just a dream

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spot light

Losing my religion

Trying to keep a view

And I don't know if I can do it

Oh no

I've said too much

I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream

Try

Cry

Why

Try

That was just a dream

Just a dream

Just a dream

Dream

Link: [On YouTube]

Everybody Hurts

R.E.M.

When your day is long

And the night

The night is yours alone

When you're sure you've had enough

Of this life

Well hang on

Don't let yourself go

'Cause everybody cries

And everybody hurts

Sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong

Now it's time to sing along

When your day is night alone

Hold on

Hold on

If you feel like letting go

Hold on

If you think you've had too much

Of this life

Well hang on

‘Cause everybody hurts

Take comfort in your friends

Everybody hurts

Don't throw your hand

Oh no

Don't throw your hand

If you feel like you're alone

No

No

No

You are not alone

If you're on your own

In this life

The days and nights are long

When you think you've had too much

Of this life

To hang on

Well everybody hurts

Sometimes

Everybody cries

Everybody hurts

Sometimes

And everybody hurts

Sometimes

So hold on

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on

Everybody hurts

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Come Monday...Swamp People

“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).

[Swamp People] is in its third season on The History Channel, and I suppose it could be argued that it belongs there.  After all, the show is documenting the continuation of a way of life that has been going on for several hundred years now.

Oh, but is it really?  For there is not a doubt in my mind that much of the show is staged, and that is what ruins it for me.

Nope, my wife and her mother could not care less if it is staged or not.  For they jump every time a hooked gator takes a snap after being brought up to the surface to receive the kill shot, and they shake their heads in dismay every time someone has forgotten to load the gun.

Yeah, I’ve been down in the swamps of Louisiana, and I felt perfectly safe behind the wheel of my big truck.  Hey, I may be the epitome of a manly-man to most, but I ain’t stupid.  So, you won’t be seeing me out there on the water while gators bigger than the john-boat I’m in are swimming underneath and wondering if I might taste like chicken.

By the way, I have eaten gator meat, and I liked it—A LOT!  Not enough to go get some for myself, though.

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A Sunday Drive

Back during my childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me 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.

 Link: [Entertaining And Wacky World We Live In]

 Link: [Fair City News]

 Link: [GateWorld]

 Link: [GrizzPhotos]

 Link: [Omnivores Delight]

 Link: [Painfully Optomistic]

 Link: [Pastor in Paradise]

 Link: [Photos from the Indre]

 Link: [The Definitive Didi Benami Fansite]

 Link: [The National Blog of Texas]

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