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Burn

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You won't find me condescending at your closed door You won't hear how I feel. Say you've been there before The holiday's the hardest time to fill in all the blanks And you don't need anyone to show you those mistakes Wrap yourself up in only math of our world Fill up the holes in your full heart with details For all the riddles solved and every puzzle you complete Can't seem to find the pieces to the heart that beats You'll master every task but always by the book Then log it in your past with risk that you once took They left you then, they'll hurt you now Can't get too close to you or you will cut them down And any fool can play I'll raise the stakes with another turn We risk, we roll and we burn At arms length you never get hit There's too much to gamble when you let someone in My true friend I'm spewing And only one more positive I just might spill some notable insight I didn't think before I purged So here I am attempting to unlock your closed door I wouldn't break it down 'cause you'd be gone for sure You might say something nice of me and send it in a card Or under whiskey breath slur kind words at the bar And you're sinking me While you stay afloat in the tank you built We drop, we'll never learn

Move In Me

MICHAEL W. SMITH "My Upmost For His Highest"
I am only human Struggling to find Confidence in all that I believe You are only holy You are love defined And you have said to ask and I'll receive So I have come to pray That you will come and fill The hunger here inside me to grow Stronger in the faith There's a longing and a need To have you ever closer Come fill me Cause when you move in me It's like a symphony The timeless melody That soothes my soul Thought silent I can tell That you're alive and well Cause I can feel you move In me What theay try to tell me Is that your love is falsewhat that they to tell me Is that your is false And faith is just a way I choose to feel And that there was no meaning To you upon the cross And I should reach for something taht is real And when those words are said The questions in me start And I don't have any answers Until I stop thinking with my head And start listening to my heart And there I find my assurance I tell them

I Can't Fly

JIM REEVES "According To My Heart"
I've tried my very best To meet all of your demands The more I try more faults you find I just don't understand. You want me to be perfect And with all my heart I've tried You're looking for an angel And I'm sorry I can't fly. If you could only feel the pain That's in this heart of mine Each little fault you find with me You turn into a crime. Your doubtful thoughts and jealousy Have caused our love to die You're looking for an angel And I'm sorry I can't fly. Love could have been the sweetest thing Two people ever knew If you had only realized How much I cared for you. I know you'll go on searching For that perfect guy And I hope his wings are pretty 'Cause you see I can't fly...

Altar Call

Keith Green "No Compromise"
You know I can't explain to you Really how He does it but He proved Himself to me in such a Holy way Such a complete way that I'd die for that faith and I'd die for that believe Because it is more than a believe He lives in my heart And that's the only proof The only proof that I can give you Cause He lives in my heart Most people that knew me before Didn't know that I could believe something so strong The Gospel is simpy this: Jesus will forive all your sins If you come to Him humbly Lay down at his feet and say: 'You're the Lord And I'll follow you the rest of my life on earth So that I can have the rest of eternity with You And the Glory of Your Father' Most people don't find out 'Till it's too late That someone has to pay the price You can pay it your self (Hah!) Or let someone else But who would be that nice To pay a debt that isn't his Well I know someone like that And He's your best friend He really is He really loves you Most people don't find out 'Till they have death That they need another life You say you've heard everything That's ever been said About the way the truth, the life You say you've heard lots of preaching All before So many times But did you ever open up your door Give Him a chance To prove Himself That He's real or not I hope you find out Before it's too late That there's really nobody else You know its breaking his heart The longer you wait Cause You've only been lying to yourself Cause No one believes a thing you say Not even you You know You're gonna find out that He's the way No matter which way you choose But I pray you Find out by His love for you Some people won't find out 'Till it's too late Some people won't find out 'Till it's too late Would You all bow your heads with me, please? The Italic lines are from the live-version on 'The Ministry Years Volume 1'

Fill In The Blank

Jimmie's Chicken Shack "Bring Your Own Stereo"
You could love this It's just a little word You take it out on occasion when it's necessary We could believe this and lead our hearts astray Still there are some that say It doesn't matter anyway So stay down if you fall Or find it so unnecessary to think big or walk tall You understand me but to the contrary We could annul this Such a dirty world You leave me now for an invasion that's more than temporary If we could live here and play the part today Still there'd be some who'd say nothing matters anyway So stay down if you fall I find it so unnecessary to think thin and talk small True understanding never seemed to carry another blow to the head We could learn to play dead and fill in the blank We could achieve bliss if we start today Or we could play dead and learn to take it instead Another blow to the head And you can fill in the blank I find it so unnecessary to fill in the blank The answer's always temporary Fill in the blank Up close, beauty is far from scary Can't fill in the blank

The Battle Of Epping Forest

GENESIS "Selling England By The Pound"
Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting over East-End Protection rights. Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars. Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, 'cos they disagree on a gangland boundary. They disagree on a gangland boundary. There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys! With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, the Barking Slugs - supersmugs! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, yes these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor. East end heroes got to score in... the Battle of Epping Forest, yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest, right outside your door. You ain't seen nothing like it. No, you ain't seen nothing like it, not since the Civil War. Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill, and Johnny's lads stand very still. With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout - there's no guns in this gentleman's bout. Georgie moves in on the outside left with a chain flying round his head; and Harold Demure, from Art Literature, nips up the nearest tree. (Here come the cavalry!) Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score: 10-4. They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone. The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, handing out bread and jam just like any picnic. It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night. When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid - so they did! And now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made. The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid. I do my double-show quick! said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick. I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave, then a visit I pay - and does it pay! And his friend, Liquid Len by name, of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame, said I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed! They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained; my employers have changed but the name has remained. It all began when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture. I followed a sign - it said Beautiful Chest . It led to a lady who showed me her best. She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes. So she rang the bell, and quick as hell Bob the Nob came out on his job to see what the trouble was. Louise, is the Reverend hard to please? You're telling me! Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late. we could interest you in our old-fashioned Staffordshire plate? Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute. But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out Shoot! To save my steeple, I visited people; for this I'd gone when I met Little John. His name came, I understood, when the judge said You're a robbing hood. He told me of his strange foundation, conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation; he'd had to hide his reputation. When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door. But now, with a pin-up guru every week, it's Love, Peace Truth Incorporated for all who seek. He employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charms. His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms. That's why we're in the Battle of Epping Forest, yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest, right outside your door. We guard your souls for peanuts, and we guard your shops and houses for just a little more. In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher, but he's countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight, and Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men, is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob. With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress, but Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug; and Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure, fires acorns from out of his sling. (Here come the cavalry!) Up, up above the crowd, inside their Silver Cloud, done proud, the bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass. The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot, with tea from a silver pot just like any picnic. Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day and the Clouds roll away. Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count at the break-in of day. When the limos return for their final review, it's all thru' - all they can see is the morning goo. There's no-one left alive - must be draw. So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.

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