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Sunday, January 27, 2008
Be Still, My Soul

Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;
With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.

Be still, my soul: The hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.


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Sunday, January 20, 2008
Too Good to Be True -- Greg Simpson

I think I've seen this movie
I know these lines by heart
I don't know how it ends
And I can't remember where it starts
But I watch in silence
In scenes of sorrow
To be continued
To air tomorrow

And tell me it's worth waiting for the ending
And tell me it's worth all I'm going through
And tell me so I know I'm not pretending
And tell me it's too good to be true

The story never changes
The stage is still the same
Through scenes of second chances
Only the names will change
And all too honest
And unforgiving
I keep rewinding
I can't stop reliving

And tell me it's worth waiting for the ending
And tell me it's worth all I'm going through
And tell me so I know I'm not pretending
And tell me it's too good to be true

And tell me there's hope
When hope is all gone
Throw me a thread
And I swear I'll hang on
Cuz I can believe whatever you say
I just need to hear you say it

Tell me it's worth waiting for the ending
And tell me it's worth all I'm going through
And tell me so I know I'm not pretending
And tell me it's too good
And tell me it's too good to be true
To be true


Currently listening to:
Unspoken
By Greg Simpson



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Monday, December 24, 2007
Mary's Lullaby



All mine in your loveliness
Baby, all mine
All mine in your holiness
Baby Divine

Sing on herald angels
In chorus sublime
Sing on and adore
For tonight you are mine

The wise men are coming
To worship their King
The shepherds are kneeling
Their homage to bring

Our yonder the star
Over Judah will keep
No harm can befall the
Then sleep, baby, sleep

Oh, let me enfold thee
My baby, tonight
While legions are singing
In joyous delight

A new star has risen
To hail thee divine
For you are a king
But tonight you are mine

Away spectered future
Of sorrow and plight
Away to the years
That must follow tonight

The pangs of Gethsemane
Let them be dim
The red drops on Calvary
Not, Lord, for him

Oh, let me enfold thee
My baby, tonight
While legions are singing
In joyous delight.

A new star has risen
To hail thee divine
For you are a king
But tonight you are mine

All mine in your loveliness
Baby, all mine
All mine in your holiness
Baby Divine

Sing on, herald angels
In chorus sublime
Sing on and adore
For tonight you are mine

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Friday, December 21, 2007
Labor of Love -- Andrew Petersony

I haven't had any time this year to post Christmas songs. Sad. And there are only 4 days left before Christmas. Well, here's a nice one that I found this year.


It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman crying
In the alleyway that night
On the streets of David's town
And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
Little Mary, full of grace
With the tears upon her face
Had no mother's hand to hold

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
Every beat of her beautiful heart
Was a labor of love

Noble Joseph by her side
Calloused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
On the streets of David's town
In the middle of the night
So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the author of the faith
That could make the mountains move

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
Every beat of her beautiful heart
Was a labor of love

Little Mary, full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love

It was not a silent night
In the streets of David's town



Currently listening to:
The Nativity Story: Sacred Songs
By Original Soundtrack



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Friday, November 30, 2007
American Pie -- Don McLean

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver with every paper I delivered
Bad news on the doorstep
And I couldn't take one more step
And I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God about
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock and roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well I know that you're in love with him
Because I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man I digged those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin'  buck
With a pink carnation and a pick-up truck
But I knew I was outta luck
The day the music died

I started singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fall-out shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
And landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
Because the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was the deal
The day the music died

We started singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
But no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cuz fire is the devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial right
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
Not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire the most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

They were singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

They were singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die








Currently listening to:
American Pie
By Don McLean



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Thursday, November 29, 2007
Ever Ever After -- Carrie Underwood

I saw Enchanted. It's way cute. You should go see it, too.





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Sunday, September 30, 2007
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered

Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seems if I just dream
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you helps me to do
All that you dreamed I could

Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental
Seem for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle

Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die

Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to fly
No more memories
No more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years

Help me say goodbye

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Thursday, September 13, 2007
Moments -- Emerson Drive

I was coming to the end of a long, long walk
When a man crawled out of a cardboard box under the E Street bridge
Followed me onto it
I went out halfway across
With that homeless shadow tagging along
So I dug for some change
I wouldn't need it anyway
He took it looking just a bit ashamed
He said, You know I haven't always been this way

I've had my moments
Days in the sun
Moments
I was second to none
Moments
When I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like that plane ride coming home from the war
That summer my son was born
Memories like a coat so warm
A cold wind can't get through
Looking at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments

And I stood there trying to find my nerve
Wondered if a single soul on earth
Would care at all and miss me when I'm gone
That old man just kept hanging around
Looking at me looking down
I think he recognized that look in my eyes
Standing with him there I felt ashamed
I said, You know I haven't always been this way

I've had my moments
Days in the sun
Moments
I was second to none
Moments
When I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like the day I walked away from the wine
For a woman who became my wife
And a love that when it was right
Could always see me through
Looking at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments

I know somewhere around a trash can fire tonight
That old man tells his story
One more time

I've had my moments
Days in the sun
Moments
I was second to none
Moments when I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like that cool night on the E Street bridge
When a young man almost ended it
I was right there
Wasn't scared a bit
And I helped to pull him through
Looking at me now you might not know it
Oh, looking at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments
I've had my moments
I've had my moments
I've had my moments



Currently listening to:
Countrified
By Emerson Drive



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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
New York New York -- Ryan Adams

Well, I shuffled through the city on the Fourth of July
I had a firecracker waiting to blow
Breakin' like a rocket who was makin' its way
To the cities of Mexico
Lived in an apartment out on Avenue A
I had a tar hut on the corner of 10th
Had myself a lover who was finer than gold
But I've been broken up and busted up since

And love don't play any games with me
Anymore like she did before
The world won't wait
So I'd better shake
That thing right out there through the door
Hell, I still love you New York

Found myself a picture that would fit in the folds
Of my wallet and it stayed pretty good
Still amazed I didn't lose it on the roof of the place
When I was drunk and I was thinking of you
Every day the children
They were singing their tunes
Out on the streets and you could hear from inside
Used to take the subway up to Houston and 3rd
I would wait for you and I'd try to hide

And love won't play any games with you
Anymore if you don't want him to
The world won't wait
And I watched you shake
But honey I don't blame you
Hell, I still love you New York
Hell, I still love you New York
New York

I remember Christmas in the blistering cold
And the church on the Upper West Side
Babe, I stood there singing
I was holding your arm
You were holding my trust like a child
Found a lot of trouble out on Avenue B
But I tried to keep the overhead low
Farewell to the city and the love of my life
At least we left before we had to go

And love won't play any games with you
Anymore if you don't want him to
So we'd better shake this old thing out the door
I'll always be thinking of you
I'll always love you though New York
I'll always love New York, New York
I'll always love New York, New York
I'll always love New York, New York
New York, New York



Currently listening to:
Gold
By Ryan Adams



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Monday, September 03, 2007
What About Everything -- Carbon Leaf

This band is amazing, but they aren't that well known. I heard this song on some other video, so I went out and bought this cd. It's great! I still need to get the most recent one. They're a good band. So you should watch this video, and, if you like them, you should definately go buy one of their cd's. Cuz they rock!

Holiday quiet on these streets
Except for some stubborn leaves
That didn't fall with the fall
And now they clatter in vain
Holiday sky, midnight clear
Wind is high, hard to steer
Old muffler rumbles like an old fighter plane
In search of some rest
In search of a break
From a life of tests
Where something's always at stake
Where something's always so far
What about my broken car
What about my life so far
What about my dream
What about

What about everything
What about aeroplanes
And what about ships that drink the sea
What about
What about the moon and stars
What about soldier battle scars
And all the anger that they eat
I am not in need

Get away and come with me
Come away with me and we'll see
If I was right on that night
That a future was made
Before time takes each year
Like a knife cuts it clear
It's school then work and then life
That just sharpens the blade
I think about time for fun
I think about time for play
Then I think about being done
With no resume
With no one left to blame
What about fortune and fame
What about your love to obtain
What about the ring
What about

What about everything
What about aeroplanes
And what about ships that drink the sea
What about
What about the moon and stars
What about soldier battle scars
And all the anger that they eat
I am not in need

Holiday quiet on these streets
Except for some reason me
The hometown harbor lights bright
The sailboats clatter in vain
Holiday sky, midnight clear
Wind is high on this pier
I find it hard to complain
When compared with
What about

What about everything
What about aeroplanes
And what about ships that drink the sea
What about
What about the moon and stars
What about soldier battle scars
And all the anger that they eat
What about aliens
What about you and me
And what about gold beneath the sea
What about when building fall
What about that midnight phone call
The one that wakes you from your peace
Well, I am not in need



Currently listening to:
Indian Summer
By Carbon Leaf



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