Isaiah 1:7 Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
IMAGES FOR THE DAY ( BEING BORN SOMEWHERE DOESNT’ NECESSARILY CHANGE WHO OR WHAT YOU ARE )
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
If you smile at me I will understand ‘Cause that is something Everybody everywhere does in the same language I can see by your coat, my friend you’re from the other side There’s just one thing I got to know Can you tell me please who won? Say can I have some of your purple berries? Yes, I’ve been eating them For six or seven weeks now haven’t got sick once Probably keep us both alive
Wooden ships on the water very free and easy Easy, you know the way it’s supposed to be Silver people on the shoreline let us be Talkin’ ’bout very free and easy
Horror grips us as we watch you die All we can do is echo your anguished cries Stare as all human feelings die We are leaving, you don’t need us
Aaaah … Go take your sister then by the hand Lead her away from this foreign land Far away where we might laugh again We are leaving, you don’t need us
And it’s a fair wind Blowin’ warm out of the south over my shoulder Guess I’ll set a course and go
( Wooden Ships by David Crosby, Paul Kantner, and Stephen Stills )
Proverbs 8:14 Counsel is mine, and sound wisdom: I am understanding; I have strength.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Finished with my woman ’cause she couldn’t help me with my mind
People think I’m insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late
(Paranoid byO. Osbourne, W. Ward, G. Butler, T. Iommi )
Job 38:2-3 Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
I’m a piece of work, I’m iron and lace
I’m shy right up there in your face
I’m all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass
I’m a sweetheart, genius, restless jerk
Lord have mercy, I’m a piece of work
Well, the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I’d remember him
Or her in the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Never better, bad or worse
Down to the letter, I’m a piece of work
I’m a piece of work, I’m an angel’s fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared, brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full-on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I’m a Zen, wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God Almighty, I’m a piece of work
I’m a dreadful sight and I just don’t care
Spent all morning pulling out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
Half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, Bloody (Mary please)
(Wipe that smile right off of your knees)
I’m a CEO of the mailroom clerks
(Lord have mercy, what a piece of work)
I’m a piece of work, I’m a lovesick boy
Cloth cap, caviar and corduroy
All over the map, just lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choir boy’s face
Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out, woman, I’ma get to you
I’m a gladiator with a mind to irk
Good God Almighty, I’m a piece of work
(I’m a piece of work)
I’m a piece of work
(I’m a piece of work)
Isaiah 59:15 Yea, truth faileth; and he that departeth from evil maketh himself a prey: and the Lord saw it, and it displeased him that there was no judgment.
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BONUS VIDEO ( George Carlin – It’s A BIG Club & You Ain’t In It! )
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Well there’s floodin’ down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down Well there’s floodin’ down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down And I’ve been tryin’ to call my baby Lord and I can’t get a single sound
Well dark clouds are rollin’ in Man I’m standin’ out in the rain Well dark clouds are rollin’ in Man I’m standin’ out in the rain Yeah flood water keep a rollin’ Man it’s about to drive poor me insane
Well I’m leavin’ you baby Lord and I’m goin’ back home to stay Well I’m leavin’ you baby Lord and I’m goin’ back home to stay Well back home are no floods or tornados Baby and the sun shines every day
( Texas Flood by Larry Davis and Joseph Wade Scott )
Deuteronomy 24:19 When thou cuttest down thine harvest in thy field, and hast forgot a sheaf in the field, thou shalt not go again to fetch it: it shall be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow: that the Lord thy God may bless thee in all the work of thine hands.
Habakkuk 1:4 Therefore the law is slacked, and judgment doth never go forth: for the wicked doth compass about the righteous; therefore wrong judgment proceedeth.
Jeremiah 2:21-22 Yet I had planted thee a noble vine, wholly a right seed: how then art thou turned into the degenerate plant of a strange vine unto me? For though thou wash thee with nitre, and take thee much soap, yet thine iniquity is marked before me, saith the Lord God.
Nahum 1:11 There is one come out of thee, that imagineth evil against the LORD, a wicked counsellor.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Hey, have you noticed that the world has changed?
That the news is all bad?
Well, I think it’s time for a song about that
Up on the east side of Manhattan
They’re still dancing with the stars
While over in sub-prime city
It’s getting ugly in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me the blues
There’s too much going wrong
It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
And write a high speed drinking song
Millionaires losing everything
Hey, welcome to the other side of life
There goes the yacht, there goes the Rolls
But you get to keep your wife
And don’t forget the auto makers
Swimmin’ upstream like a trout
They let the shit hit the fan and then they made a plan
We’ve got a lot to drink about
There’s the price of oil, the war of the spoils
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We’ve got a lot to drink about
Now Madoff made off with all the money
And his clients are down to skunk weed
Repeat after me, it’s so easy to see
We’re only talking simple greed
And those Somalian pirates are counting all their gold
While Bush and Cheney ain’t around
And all the good lookers seem to be Russian hookers
From Key West to London town
There’s the price of oil, the war of the spoils
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We’ve got a lot to drink about
So pour me some Tennessee whiskey
Pour me a fine Jamaican rum
That loud mouth soup
Can get ya kind of looped
Tequila, of course I’ll have some!
Well, the family devalues
And little children plan their net worth
And the truth, wherever it’s hiding
Can’t be found on Google Earth
Citibank’s buying jets with our money
I wanna flog ’em with a buggy whip
Let’s hope Barack and Joe won’t let the volcano blow
And patch the hole in our sinking ship
There’s the price of oil, the war of the spoils
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We’ve got a lot to drink about
Recession, oppression, depression, good God
CNN keeps bummin’ me out
I can’t take another doomsday minute
Got a lot to drink, a lot to think, a lot to drink about
God bless America
( A Lot To Drink About by Will Kimbrough, Jimmy Buffett and, Mac McAnally )