Wednesday, February 29, 2012

WhiteHeart Wednesday




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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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

TFT: R.E.M.

Link: [R.E.M.]

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.


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


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

Lyrics From: [A-Z Lyrics Universe]

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Monday, February 27, 2012

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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Sunday, February 26, 2012

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: [GateWorld]


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