Matthew 3:10 And now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees: therefore every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Headin’ up to San Francisco For the Labor Day weekend show I got my Hush Puppies on I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey, I didn’t know That I’d be missin’ you so
Come Monday, it’ll be all right Come Monday, I’ll be holding you tight I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze And I just want you back by my side
Yes, it’s been quite a summer Rent-a-cars and westbound trains And now you’re off on vacation Somethin’ you tried to explain
And darlin’, it’s I love you so That’s the reason I just let you go
Come Monday, it’ll be all right Come Monday, I’ll be holding you tight I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze And I just want you back by my side
I can’t help it, honey You’re that much a part of me now Remember that night in Montana when We said there’d be no room for doubt?
I hope you’re enjoyin’ the scenery I know that it’s pretty up there We can go hiking on Tuesday With you I’d walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin I just can’t wait to see you again
Come Monday, it’ll be all right Come Monday, I’ll be holding you tight I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze And I just want you back by my side
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze And I just want you back by my side
Revelation 12:17And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep the commandments of God, and have the testimony of Jesus Christ.
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BONUS SONG FOR THE DAY (Shadows Over Tara A Haunting Irish Ballad)
S&P Hits Record As Economy Freefalls Faster. short (VIDEO) – Gregory Mannarino – ONE MINUTE RECAP OF THE MARKET FROM GREG. KIND OF SAD AS YOU CAN GET THIS INFO ANYWHERE. HOPEFULLY HE WILL GET BACK TO SOME ANALYSIS ON THE MARKET WHEN IT CLOSES WHEN HE DOES HIS MARKET CLOSE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE LIKE HE SAID HE WOULD DO!!!!!!!!!!!
James 1:23-24 For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass: For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.
Psalm 116:2 Because he hath inclined his ear unto me, therefore will I call upon him as long as I live.
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LYRICS FOR THE WEEK ( GONE COUNTRY AND REBEL REBEL)
She’s been playing in a room on the strip for ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror and she only ages
She’s been readin’ about Nashville and all the records that everybody’s buying
Says, I’m a simple girl myself, grew up on Long Island
So she packs her bags to try her hand
Says this might be my last chance
She’s gone country, look at them boots
She’s gone country, back to her roots
She’s gone country, a new kind of suit
She’s gone country, here she comes
Well the folk scene’s dead, but he’s holding out in the Village
He’s been writing songs, speaking out against wealth and privilege
He says, I don’t believe in money, but a man could make him a killin’
‘Cause some of that stuff don’t sound much different than Dylan
I hear down there it’s changed, you see
Well, they’re not as backward as they used to be
He’s gone country, look at his boots
He’s gone country, back to his roots
He’s gone country, a new kind of suit
He’s gone country, here he comes
He commutes to L.A., but he’s got a house in the Valley
But the bills are piling up and the pop scene just ain’t on the rally
And he says, honey, I’m a serious composer, schooled in voice and composition
But with the crime and the smog these days, this ain’t no place for children
Lord, it sounds so easy, this shouldn’t take long
Be back in the money in no time at all
He’s gone country, look at them boots
He’s gone country, back to his roots
He’s gone country, a new kind of suit
He’s gone country, here he comes
Yeah, he’s gone country, a new kind of walk
He’s gone country, a new kind of talk
He’s gone country, look at them boots
He’s gone country, oh, back to his roots
He’s gone country
He’s gone country
Everybody’s gone country
Yeah, we’ve gone county
The whole world’s gone country
You’ve got your mother in a whirl
She’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey, babe, your hair’s alright
Hey, babe, let’s go out tonight
You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they’re playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I’m wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so
Don’t ya?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo doo
You’ve got your mother in a whirl
‘Cause she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey, babe, your hair’s alright
Hey, babe, let’s stay out tonight
You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they’re playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I’m wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so
Rebel Rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so (don’t ya?)
You’ve torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can’t get enough, but enough ain’t the test
You’ve got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You’re a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
So what you wanna know?
Calamity’s child, chi-chi, chi-chi
Where’d you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like I’ve been there too
‘Cause you’ve torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooh, your face is a mess
Ooh, ooh, so how could they know?
Ah, ah, how could they know?
Ah, ah
Deuteronomy 24:21 When thou gatherest the grapes of thy vineyard, thou shalt not glean it afterward: it shall be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow.