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Become An Angel

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Become An Angel this force has a voice and speaks to me kills my soul takes me away from here he looks into your eyes and looks into your face till the last light is dying in my grace from heaven sent in this dark night for judging me and my might the sun goes down before the night is falling my heart stands still till the dead angel´s calling jesus christus legt dir flügel zu füßen jesus christus legt dir flügel zu füßen ans kreuz geschlagen, so sterbe ich für dich von gott getragen zu richten mich und sich gewalt hat eine stimme sie spricht zu mir tötet meine seele nimmt micht weg von hier sie schaut mir in die augen und schaut in mein gesicht bis das letzte licht in meinem Herz erlischt von gott gesand in dieser nacht zu richten mich und meine macht die sonne geht unter bevor es abend wird mein herz steht still bis der letzte engel stirbt jesus christus legt dir flügel zu füßen jesus christus legt dir flügel zu füßen ans kreuz geschlagen, so sterbe ich für dich von gott getragen zu richten mich und sich

Jesus, The Missing Years

JOHN PRINE "The Missing Years"
[Spoken:] Jesus... the missing years It was raining. It was cold West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old So he packed his bags and he headed out To find out what the world's about He went to France. He went to Spain He found love. He found pain. He found stores so he started to shop But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop Kids in trouble with the cops From Israel didn't have no home So he cut his hair and moved to Rome It was there he met his Irish bride And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome... Italy that is Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money Changers, Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks. [Chorus:] Charley bought some popcorn Billy bought a car Someone almost bought the farm But they didn't go that far Things shut down at midnight At least around here they do Cause we all reside down the block Inside at....23 Skidoo. Wine was flowing so were beers So Jesus found his missing years So He went to a dance and said "This don't move me" He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie On his thirteenth birthday he saw "Rebel without a Cause" He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind You see him and the wife wasn't getting along So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song Called "The Dove of Love Fell Off the Perch" But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church At least not back then anyhow Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and A Coca-Cola and he swallowed it. He discovered the Beatles And he recorded with the Stones Once He even opened up a three-way package In Southern California for old George Jones [Chorus] The years went by like sweet little days With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais When he woke up he was seventeen The world was angry. The world was mean. Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop All agreed that life stank. All the world smelled like poop Baby poop that is..the worst kind So he grew his hair long and threw away his comb And headed back to Jerusalem to find Mom, Dad and home But when he got there the cupboard was bare Except for an old black man with a fishing rod He said "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?" Jesus said "God" Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into? I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood They're gonna kill me Mama. They don't like me Bud. So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick So come and gather around me my contemporary peers And I'll tell you all the story of Jesus...The Missing Years [Chorus] We all reside down the block Inside at... 23 Skidoo.

Driving Aloud

Robyn Hitchcock
Take a breath, take a breath, take a breath Honey take it on me 'Cause your lungs are in terrible shape and it's easy to see I've been X-raying you since you walked into here You've got nothing to hope You've got nothing to fear Heartburn and chemistry and lung disease Make mincemeat of your passion on days like these And everything you say is like sugar The sweeter it gets you know I lick it away CHORUS Radio forecst intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Yeah! With a knot in your heart you7re're afraid of the galaxy way And I hand you a tape of my songs which you always mislay And your diagram was nervous when I saw you on TV You're so vulnerable, honey, now you're fatter than me I've got a Harrison Ford poster rolled up in my desk I'd sign it for you, dude, if you'd only request And everything you say is like iron It smashes me up but it's brittle inside CHORUS You need love, baby, love, baby, love-don't you throw it away It's the musk on your tongue and your hoof that are making me stay In a bar in Sacramento on a cloudy afternoon Cutting paper napkins into little crescent moons Decision-making apparatus can't survive your death Good morning, Mr. Seagrove-have you met my dead friend Seth? No sir-I haven't had that pleasure yet But everything you say is like acid It eats me away but there's something inside CHORUS What am I going to do with myself if I lose you? What am I going to do with myself if you stay? Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly No sweat. No sweat at all And everything you say is an ocean It's keeping me up but it's pulling me down CHORUS --------------------------------------------------------------------------

My Bible

ACE HOOD "Trials & Tribulations"
[Intro:] I feel alright [x4] [Verse 1: Ace Hood] I can hear my granny speaking from the land of heaven Pray I get the message, bible on me every second Devils spirits get rejected soon as I detect it Oh lord I am a sinner, nothing like perfection Money fetish coming steady barely see the reverend Hope my life is right with Christ before it's Armageddon Lord knows it's cold world and it ain't apologetic Keep my bible on my side just know I'm armed and ready If we got a problem, scriptures like 100 choppers Ain't no weapon for what gets me to whatever prosper Devils come in different forms watch for the impostors Cause' everybody ain't your friends put that on my momma Words of the wise, faith and hope will never die Prayin to a higher God before I rest an eye Seven angels on my collar must I testify? Know some youngin's totin' guns before they baptized Man this world is out of order, keep ya' holy water Daddy gotta go, I kiss the cheek on my lil' daughter Steady hustlin' just to support my covenant Bible with me that's stronger than any government I'm never worried devil lurking, trying to serve a purpose Triple black phantom ghost, lord have mercy Only God can judge me I never need attorney Hear my momma prayin' for me on this lonely journey (amen) [Verse 2: Ace Hood] How sweet is the sound Bloodsuckers, never trust em' I don't keep em' around Holding on to my Jesus piece, no demons allowed Put that ice in the crown, never preachin the foul Know the snakes are watching Every dollar to pocket Jealousy in your soul, every nigga will gossip Lord knows I'm sinning, timberlands in the trenches Psalms 91, please lord protect those with me Why they hate on me? I got my strap on me It came with a million bullets come and test out these As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Got the word of God for any spirit that's there Got the blood of Jesus on my white Nike Airs Lion hearted lil' nigga with the force of a bear I'm beast mode, never wanna see that side I suppose And my eyes closing, praying for niggas with hate in they soul Please guide my steps, cause' it's hell out there Pussy niggas playin dirty tryin' to plan my death 20 Jesus pieces on me like I can't be touched Every soul needs saved but it can't be rushed People dying everyday just pray it ain't one of us Keep my bible right beside me know what God I trust. Yes lord, amen, amen Long as I got my bible Long as I got my bible I scream (Jesus)

The Rebel Jesus

JACKSON BROWNE
[Original recording from the Chieftain's album 'The Bells Of Dublin'] The streets are filled with laughter and light And the music of the season And the merchants' windows are all bright With the faces of the children And the families hurrying to their homes As the sky darkens and freezes Will be gathering around the hearths and tables Giving thanks for all God's graces And the birth of the rebel Jesus They call him by the 'Prince of Peace' And they call him by 'The Saviour' And they pray to him upon the sea And in every bold endeavor As they fill his churches with their pride and gold And their faith in him increases But they've turned the nature that I worshipped in From a temple to a robber's den In the words of the rebel Jesus We guard our world with locks and guns And we guard our fine possessions And once a year when Christmas comes We give to our relations And perhaps we give a little to the poor If the generosity should seize us But if any one of us should interfere In the business of why there are poor They get the same as the rebel Jesus But pardon me if I have seemed To take the tone of judgement For I've no wish to come between This day and your enjoyment In this life of hardship and of earthly toil We have need for anything that frees us So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer From a heathen and a pagan On the side of the rebel Jesus.

Gethsemane, Again

AL STEWART "Zero She Flies"
In Gloucester Cathedral, on Saturday night I came to your flower show, blown like a kite And I stood by the tombstones, and gazed at the lights On the altar And the horse-faced old ladies and tweedy-toned men Of county society they came and they went With pamphlets and leaflets of Christian events For the fall But ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Oh the half-a-crown programmes on sale at the door Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor As they swayed in an undertone conscience-free Forward together And the outstretching hands of the swains of the Lord Sold the communing commuters the word With LPs of Mary and photos of God In the hall But ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Oh the flowers hushed the air as the columns advanced To the clinking of coins in a ritual dance On flagstones that ached for a chance of a chance Of escaping And the mystical statues looked down so depressed At the endless possessors becoming possessed And the costumed confessors who never confessed To the wall But ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Oh I saw a blue hair-rinse, I saw a black tooth I saw a false face in a telephone booth And the stark white-faced roses that screamed out the truth Of their dying And a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's love Absorbed like a hand in a great rubber glove And flown like a flag over battlefields Factories and all Ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Oh I dodged the collection box choirboy and out To the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shout And the dusty-faced daisies were blowing about So freely And Christ in the ruins was wandering again As he walked with the beggars and talked to the lame And danced with the children and sailors who came At his call But ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Nazareth again?

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