Finally, my head has stopped. Hurting ;_;
Archive for February, 2009
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Monday, February 23rd, 2009Who is right?
Saturday, February 21st, 2009I’m just a loc’d out brother
Com’n straight from S.D.
Just another islander, beaner, wop, minority
Taught to love one antother, all races
All types of colors, different skin, different faces
Can you answer my question, when I ask you who is right?
Racists come in all forms of colors black of white
So take that when I say your hatred s…!
Coming from the H-I-T man, so what’s up?
If you ain’t down with my white brother we ain’t down with you
And if you ain’t down with my clack brother then we ain’t down with
YOU, PUNK, TALKIN’ THAT TRASH,
WHITE TRASH, BLACK TRASH, YOU GET A BACK TO BACK SLAP
You think I’m soft, then you don’t know me
Cause no I don’t play that and I’m definitely not your homie
He’ll take your pride for a long ride, try and hide
You hate my outside, how bout my inside
It’s just me and my boys and we’ll hit ‘em up
Yeah, come on ya’ll, get ‘em up
One for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D
Yeah, come on ya’ll, get ‘em up
Get your hands up
One for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D
Now that’s dread to you head for my final conclusion
Straight up acts 10 homes it’s Peter’s vision
So get up Peter, kill and eat
Surely not Lord, this meat is unclean
For my Lord makes nothin’ unclean
Creatures of the world, all beasts and human bein’s
Black or white, who is right?
BLACK OR WHITE
WHO IS RIGHT
Peace and love through my Lord Jesus Christ!
Then Peter began to speak, I now realize how God does not show
Favoritism but accepts man from every nation
Who fear Him and do what is right
Black or white, who is right?
- POD (an oldie but a goodie 
Eyebrow Raisers
Wednesday, February 18th, 2009Have you ever met a ‘bear robbed of her cubs’? You know, a really teeth-bearing, unreasoning, desperate, ready for some hard-core limb-ripping action Panda, Koala or what-have-you? Neither have I, but some days, I think it might be a nice change…
I’d like to take the day off and go to school, maybe hand out signs. “Here’s yours. Here’s yours. Ooo, and you DEFINATLY need one. (saw it spelled like this on an old-school BBS one time. Truly amazing.) And, I don’t usually do this, but in your case maybe you’d like a loud siren to go with it??”
Oh, and here’s one. Sure, the Lord made all things, “even the fool for the day of destruction…” but couldn’t He have at least provided some kind of fire safety net, to keep the rest of us from running across their Pathway to an Unspeakable Demise? Seriously…
Don’t bother reviewing this post, by the way; I’ll do it myself. “If this is his idea of a catharsis, then I’d hate to see masoc__sm. This just goes to show that if a stronger, freer spirit does or says anything to hurt your pride, you can always sanctimoniously dehumanize them without fear of reprisal.”
P.S. Imagine… Christian Tourette’s. “Hey, could you HALLELUJAH! hand me the wrench? I want to f-f- REPENT! fix the sink. PRAISE JESUS!”
This Love
Monday, February 16th, 2009Through the night and through the storm
Searching for any signs of hope
Some sign of life among the coals
Can anyone hear this
Seduction of a generation
No common threat to overcome
No one’s asking for my blood
Can someone say something please
How much longer can this go on
Safe in slumber for so long
All is well but something’s wrong
Why are you breathing
Revolution is just a word
That loses more each time it’s heard
Won’t mean a thing until it hurts
Is anyone out there
Passion hoping to find someplace safe for it to rise
This love is real it’s pure this love endures
In burning hearts
Taking sides it turns and it divides
It awakens you or you sleep as others do
This love
I’m not a prophet I’m not a priest no sense to lead us to victory
But with everything inside of me I want to know why I’m living
Revolution is just a word it loses more each time it’s heard
But in my little world I watch it burn
And I know why I’m out here
Passion hoping to find someplace safe for it to rise
This love is real it’s pure this love endures
In burning hearts
Taking sides it turns and it divides
It awakens you or you sleep as others do
This love, this love is real
Strength
Hope
Heart
Truth
This strength this hope this heart this truth
This love
–Stavesacre
Disclaimer
Tuesday, February 10th, 2009The previous post relates my personal taste in music, not my beliefs about how good Christian music should or shouldn’t be from a scriptural perspective. Carl Also pointed out to me on Sunday that I probably shouldn’t be judging this guy’s motives. Apparently, this song is for kids or something. Heh, I guess I just didn’t get it. 
Chris Rice should get a job.
Friday, February 6th, 2009Seriously, there is no excuse for this- it’s pure stupidity. Now, to be fair, these are just the lyrics; on the actual recording, he does a fairly good impression of each of these characters. But it must take an incredible amount of “spiritual salesmanship” and shameless hypocrisy to try and turn this into some kind of inspiring Christian message. Not to mention the amount of ammunition it gives to Christian-haters and the anti-rock crowd. Does he really think his Christian fans are so rigid and shallow, that fun makes us feel guilty unless it’s the most religious and spiritual kind?
Anyway, here are the lyrics:
I was thinkin’ the other day,
“What if cartoons got saved?
They’d start singing praise
In a whole new way…”
Yeah, I was thinkin’ the other day,
“What if cartoons got saved?
They’d start singing praise
In a whole new way…”
Fred and Wilma Flintstone
Sing “Yabba-dabba-do-lu-yah”
Scooby-doo and Shaggy:
“Scooby-dooby-doo-loo-yah”
And the Jetsons’ dog named Astro:
“Rough-ray-roo-loo-yah”
(repeat chorus)
Teenage Mutant Ninga Turtles:
“Cowabunga-loo-yah, Dude!”
Then there’s, “Kermit the Frog here, singing,
High-ho-le-loo-yah”
And that little bald guy, Elmer Fudd:
“How-ay-woo-yah”
(repeat chorus)
Oh that big old moose and his friend Rocky,
“Bullwinkle-loo-yah”
And our favourite bear named Yogi,
“Hey, Boo-Boo-loo-ya”
Then there’s all those little blue guys
And they’d sing, “Hah-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lay-loo-yah”
How about Beavis and that other guy?
“Nah!!”
Now, there’s a point to this looney-tune
I’m not an Anamaniac
But there’s a lot of praisin’ to do
And cartoons weren’t made for that
It’s our job
So, let’s sing hallelujah
“Remember, my son…”
Thursday, February 5th, 2009“Remember, my son, there is no city in the world where they have a statue of a critic.” This was supposedly said to a famous composer by his father. However, he was wrong. I was able to find the severed head of Bion the Borysthenite, a Roman cynic philosopher, which is now in a museum, but which used to be part of an entire statue.
My 10 Commandments
Wednesday, February 4th, 20091. Thou shalt not make assumptions
2. Thou shalt not deceive thyself or others
3. That shalt not say stupid things
4. Thou shalt be flexible
5. Thou shalt work like a dog for what you want
6. Thou shalt not complacently accept things as they are
7. Thou shalt respect everyone equally, including the misduided
8. Thou shalt never subject thyself to boredom
9. Thou shalt not harm anyone who doesn’t deserve it
10. Thou shalt despise and cruelly mistreat the insincere if you can get away with it
Note that any of the first 9 may be discarded when applying commandment #10.
Spinning
Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009It makes me wonder… what could have been. The ways I’ve exaggerated… shameful. I don’t know where these tears came from if I’m such an outside observer.
I think I’m pretty different from what I thought I was. Experience… or not experiencing? Shows me what I’m not. What would it take to make me a hard man? Please… I don’t want to know anymore.
All of my priorities are changing. The dreams I had have faded. I wanted to believe I was already something. But have I really walked through the fire? If I had, what would be left for me to brag about?
I’m too comfortable with my complacency. No more time spent, staring at walls, wondering, forging attitudes in the depths of that mildewed, self-imposed black iron prison. Action is all that’s left when words fail me. But … what can I do?
I’m not going to waste an instant feeling sorry for myself.