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Rich Mullins lyrics - Songs

Screen Door

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Rich Mullins Screen Door Rich Mullins Matthew 7:15-20, Hebrews 6:9-10, James 2:14-26 It's about as useless as A screen door on a submarine Faith without works baby It just ain't happenin' One is your left hand One is your right It'll take two strong arms To hold on tight Some folks cut off their nose Just to spite their face I think you need some works to show For your alleged faith Well there's a difference you know Between having faith And playing make believe One will make you grow The other one just make you sleep Talk about it (yeah) But I really think you oughtta Take a leap off of the ship Before you claim to walk on water Faith without works Is like a song you can't sing (sing) It's about as useless as A screen door on a submarine Faith comes from God Every word that he breathes He lets you take it to your heart So you can give it hands and feet It's gotta be active It's gotta be alive You've gotta put into practice Otherwise, It's about as useless as A screen door on a submarine Faith without works baby It just ain't happenin' One is your right hand One is your left it's your light, your guide, your life and your breath Faith without works Is like a song you can't sing It's about as useless as A screen door on a submarine Faith without works Is like a song you can't sing It's about as useless as A screen door on a submarine.

Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again)

WYNONNA JUDD "What The World Needs Now Is Love"
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter Mamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons Heard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngin's wants to lick the spoon? Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air Daddy turning on the sprinkler, us kids running through it in our underwear Old dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a-twitching Fell asleep on Granddaddy's lap to the sound of his pocket watch ticking [Chorus] Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh You can dream about it every now and then But you can't go home again Me and my best friend Jenny set up a back yard camp Stole one of Mama's Mason jars, poked holes in the lid and made a fire fly lamp Me and Billy Monroe sneaking down by the river And I'm still haunted by the taste kiss I was too scared to give him [Repeat Chorus] There's a black-top road, a faded yellow centerline It can take you back to the place, but it can't take you back in time [Repeat Chorus] Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter

Hurricane Party

JAMES MCMURTRY "Just Us Kids"
The hurricane party's windin' down and we're all waitin' for the end And I don't won't another drink, I only want that last one again He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow, now I should probably be homeward bound There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down I guess that in the morning I'll go lookin' for my gray-striped cat My old house can take the weather so I'm not too concerned about that It was built to take the wind back in nineteen-and-ten when this was one damned fine town But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Candles flickered on the back bar and the building was shakin' with the wind I bought a whiskey for the gypsy and she turned my leather back into skin Just a fleeting sense of that rare suspense I once thought made the world go round But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Open up your back screen door Let me see your face once more My hands are cold and my feet so sore And I can't go on this way And the thoughts come too fast and too many to keep count, best just to let 'em on through Now I'm breaking those glass insulators with my old 22 Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls across the knuckles of a rodeo clown There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down My one great love, my God, I can feel her still She ran off to California and now she's living in those Hollywood hills With some bullfrog prince, I've not seen her since Though she calls when he's out of town And there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Open up your back screen door Let me in your space once more I was looking for an easy score But it just don't work that way Some insurance man-biker is yellin' out for one more beer But a part-time pirate just can't get much respect around here We got our problems too, man we'll get to you In just a minute, sit your drunk ass down Yeah, there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford and I don't guess that it'll run But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash, could you fetch 'em for me son? The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets all day I should know by now But there's no one to talk to when the lines go down

A Boy Needs A Bike

JEWEL "Picking Up The Pieces"
Pop works in the shop till late Mom's on the phone and she's kind of irate Sally's doing somersaults on the lawn Pop slams open the front screen door Just to scare mom she says "What the hell'd you do that for?" he washes his dirty hands in the sink Things around the table are kinda rough Ma says it's pa, pa says times are just tough But me and Sally don't say much of nothing at all And the garage door light brightens up the night Pa always works on cars when he gets in a fight As if he could figure out that woman by working on that old car He said a car can cure any problem at all Cause seeing all those parts makes a fight look so small But I wish he'd put me and Sally in the backseat and drive us away That's when he sits me down said he's gonna teach me about life He said a man needs a car and a boy needs a bike I got my first taste of freedom beneath the light of the moon But if it were me, I'd have the guts, I'd put to test those bolts and nuts And ride away so fast, so far We put away our tools and go back inside Mom feels left out and now she's starting to cry I wonder if all girls are crazy this way I wish that pops would just get a spine I said "I know it's kinda little but you can borrow mine" He just smiles and says "Your mom means well, son" You see, most times are good; it's just some that are lean But love makes up for those times in between He got a tear in his eye as he took mama's hand Said one day I'd understand If it were me, I'd have the guts, I'd put to test those bolts and nuts And ride away so fast, so far Ride away so fast, so far Ride

On My Way Here

CLAY AIKEN "On My Way Here"
I took my first step On that black and white kitchen floor I sometimes wonder if that house Is even there, anymore I had my first glimpse of love When I was five I watched two people split apart But still the three of us survived I've seen the best I've seen the worst I wouldn't change what I've been through I've touched the sky I've hit the wall But I did what I had to Ooooohhhh On my way here Where I am now I've learned to fly I have to want to leave the ground I've fallen hard But I've been loved And in the end it all works out My faith has conquered fear On my way here. Oh yeah yeaaah My address has changed Almost every year I've found that standing still Can quickly make a lifetime disappear I'd rather try and fail A thousand times denied And this, whenever you feel pain It lets you know that you're alive I've been a fool I've been afraid Yeah, I've been loved I've been lied to I've been wrong And I've been right I stood up when I had to Yeah Yeahhhh On my way here Where I am now I've learned to fly I have to want to leave the ground I've fallen hard But I've been loved And in the end it all works out My faith has conquered fear On my way here. No guarantees I believed that I would find An open door or a light To lead me to the other side I guess that is why On my way here Where I am now I've learned to fly I have to want to leave the ground I've fallen hard But I've been loved And in the end it all works out My faith has conquered fear On my way here Yeahhhh Oooooohh

Leisureforce

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Postcards from the pink bath paint leisure As a cloaked horse through a stained-glass Saint Peter Hack faith-healer, cheat death to the very end Cherry wooden nickels on his specs for the ferrymen X, o, zodiac a pentagram expo Pet cemetery in electric fresco Abaddon threshold flesh-forged in the galley With undead orcs pulling oars through the algae Smash cut to a smoke-bombed quarantine Guards like "all signs correlate with sorcery" It's more a dormant cell of valor as awoken by the smell of sordid power And defecting shortly after Fist bump dry land, brackish, cat nap 15 Back to swiss-cheese the flagship, uh Blue in the menacing grip of a day for which you're manifestly unfit Final answer "not to be", "not to be" is right! Next question - to build winged shoes or autophagy Silk screen band tees, take apart a vcr, ringer off, canned peas Cabin fever mi amor Patiently adhering to the chandelier ta key-in-door To usher in the understated anarchy of leisureforce Led a purple tongue and ratty caballeros Up over the black rainbow into the house of mirrors To become a thousand zeroes Echoing a twisted alchemy, freak flags, fluttering to circadian free jazz Sleep apnea scratching "bring that beat back" I doze off, clothes on, noise in the feedbag Shhh.. om nom nom, blinds drawn Compost thrown to the spine pile, bygones, mangy Intimately spaced pylons on a plot of inhospitable terrain Hi mom! [Hook] Raise up the bridge, lower the portcullis, rain forks into mutton No abort button, heart pump assorted color sugar water Poor lummox, unexplained ailments, and doesn't work well with others Wet nose on the glass, garibaldi half cookie dough, lock jaw Don 4 walls like a wooden coat, behold the rotting fruit of excommunication A ruby tide insubordinate to lunar phases That maneuver past the beaches to the bosom of the pavement Now the bow drill smolder in a flooded bit of basement Grace of misled teen who prefers his scenes with a little Wilhelm scream The ambush predator edition, skill set of Will Tell Aim and speed over short distance Part hatter-mad, part erratic habitat, dark matter harnessing his heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack Midsummer bit crusher, mid winter bit shifter, no sleep, gold mine, front door circled, proceed, low light, 24 curfews, crows beak, cold night, unmoored virtue, proceed, snow-blind, 24 curfews

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