Tuesday

CIRCULAR ARGUMENT (Words Fall Around)


My latest song "Circular Argument (Words Fall Around)". Listen or download as free mp3 at http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=11894758

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LYRICS

CH:

Words fall around and around and hit the ground
Words fall around and around to the ground

VS:

You ask me what I think
What I like and what I drink
But it doesn’t really matter anymore
It’s a talkfest without goals
Run by apes without souls
Who jabber as they try to steal the floor

This one thinks he’s right
He loves a verbal fight
He likes to hear the sound of his own voice
She thinks she’s the one
With truth and smoking gun
But she’s just adding to the awful noise

He’ll tell you with no fear
All the things you want to hear
He’s doing all his usual dirty tricks
She’ll smile and cut your throat
Doesn’t think that you should vote
She’s a headache far too large to fix

I’ve really had enough
Of all this verbose stuff
Let me hide in the corner in the shade
Give me earplugs, save my ears
Give me peace as battle nears
Let their distant voices echo and fade

YOU'RE A LITTLE BIT STRANGE


My latest song "You're A Little Bit Strange". Listen or download as free mp3
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Lyrics
You’re a little bit strange but that’s all right by me
I can’t cope with normal, it’s too hard to be

You’re a little bit weird but that’s just fine with me
I can’t cope standard, it’s too hard to be

You’re a little rebellious but that’s real good for me
I can’t be compliant, it’s too hard to be

You’re a little eccentric but that’s a buzz for me
I can’t be regular, it’s too hard to be

You’re quite unusual that’s just life for me
I can’t be usual, it’s too hard to be

Evidence for Adam's existence


That Jesus or Paul or the editors of the Genesis narrative (Elohist and Yahwist) may have believed that Adam existed is no proof that Adam actually existed in time and space history.

Assuming that fundamentalist Christians are correct and that Adam was created 4000 CE, then the "proof" they offer up for his existence is all hearsay written at least 3000 years after Adam's supposed  creation, Genesis 2  ( written 960 BCE - Elohist editor) and as late as 4000 years after his supposed creation, I Timothy ( written 100 - 150 CE - a forgery).

Thus the oral tradition about Adam must have survived 3000 to 4000 years completely unchanged to when the bible stories were written ...... and pigs might fly.

Monday

PRAYER ON THE OCCASION OF UTTER BOREDOM IN CHURCH



PRAYER ON THE OCCASION OF UTTER BOREDOM IN CHURCH

Oh Lord,

This service is so dull that I think I must be dead. But if it be, Lord, by your grace and favour, that I am not in fact dead - merely stunned into mind-numbing oblivion by the overall tedium, and general inconsequentiality of the proceedings - grant your servant this: grant that the Vicar becomes 'called up yonder'* to that 'place which you have prepared for him' right away ... if that not be too forward a request, of course.

Amen.

* Note: For those whose theologies allow, "raptured" may be substituted here.

From Martin Wroe & Adrian Reith "101 Things to Do With a Dull Church: the Complete Guide For the Bored Again Christian" (Minstrel, Eastbourne, E. Sussex: 1989) pp 32-33.

GET ME OUTTA HERE

My latest song "Get Me Outta Here". Listen or download as free mp3 at
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LYRICS

VS:
Shadows lengthen across the ground
Goodbye light, dark falls down
Snail trail cloud across the moon
Lone black dog sings a tune

CH: Get me outta here

Emptying out in Maitland town
Exodus time, closing down
Wandering tribes going home
Tall musician all alone

MIDDLE:

People don’t come
People escape
People escape

Maitland Mall silent bare
Sterile stores, no-one there
Soul deceased, heart is dead
Nothing worthwhile painting red

Molly Morgan’s Inn has gone
Nothing left where it once shone
Backs to the river, sacred Whites
Mindaribba mourning sites