Ecclesiastes 9:18 Wisdom is better than weapons of war: but one sinner destroyeth much good.
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Love on this wasteland holds no dominion
I refuse to lay me down
On the grapevine comes the saying
“Son, you’ll reap whatever you sow”
I sow the seeds of my love
Deep undying true love I sow
There is beauty out there somewhere
I will leave no stone unturned
There’s a guitar and a bugle
I hear the sound of distant drums
Fire and water rage through my mind
Love on this wasteland
I cannot find
And there is a HOWL HOWL HOWLING WIND
A ringing around my ears
And a wild wild wind is a blowing
Tearing down my tears
There is virtue truth abounding
Peace will come to everyman
And there’s a landmark on the skyline
There is a sign standing in the road
Sail on my brother
Sail on through the night
Love on this wasteland is waiting on down the line
And there is a HOWL HOWL HOWLING WIND
A ringing around my ears
And a wild wild wind is a blowing
Tearing down my tears
Forty days in the desert sand
Forty nights on my hands and knees
Forty days in the howling wind
In the howling wind
In the howling wind
There’s a HOWL HOWL HOWLING WIND
A ringing around my ears
And a wild wild wind is a blowing
Tearing down my tears
And there’s a HOWL HOWL HOWLING WIND
A ringing around my ears
And there’s a wild wild wind is a blowing
Tearing down my tears
Jeremiah 21:14 But I will punish you according to the fruit of your doings, saith the Lord: and I will kindle a fire in the forest thereof, and it shall devour all things round about it.
2 Peter 3:17 Ye therefore, beloved, seeing ye know these things before, beware lest ye also, being led away with the error of the wicked, fall from your own stedfastness.
Psalm 35:1-3 Plead my cause, O Lord, with them that strive with me: fight against them that fight against me. Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for mine help. Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.
Revelation 13:10 He that leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity: he that killeth with the sword must be killed with the sword. Here is the patience and the faith of the saints.
Isaiah 12:4-5 And in that day shall ye say, Praise the Lord, call upon his name, declare his doings among the people, make mention that his name is exalted. Sing unto the Lord; for he hath done excellent things: this is known in all the earth.
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Well, now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
Ladies would pay and pay
One night he did wind up playin’ in Havana town
Nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds
He met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast
Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
One night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny’s life
And then he turned his own cold hand
And it’s just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that’s what the papers did say
It’s just a Cuban crime of passion
Añejo and knives a slashin’
Yeah but that’s what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in America
Well now they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on pauper’s hill
And no one talks about ’em no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and they go
And it’s just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that’s what the papers did say
It’s just a Cuban crime of passion
Añejo and knives a slashin’
But that’s what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in America
( Cuban Crime Of Passion by Jimmy Buffett, Tom Corcoran )