Friday, August 08, 2008

One Of Us


What if God was one of us? He Was, and Is, and Is to come.

Actually, this song dovetails perfectly with the way I think of my Savior. He became "a slob like one of us".

Heh. It's funny to me that peole don't see Him that way.

A song by Joan Osborne





If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him
In all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?

*And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that
you would have to believe
in things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints
and all the prophets (*)

Trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome(*)

Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

A Thing of Beauty


A cool video to one of my favorite songs by the Irish band Hothouse Flowers.





Look out your window on a winters morning
Your breath is steam and there's frost falling
And the sun casts a spell upon the road
A thing of beauty is not a thing to ignore
Great song of beauty

Stand by the river on a moonlight evening
Lovers are loving and grievers are grieving
And the water does a dance upon the stones
I sit and listen, I will not ignore

A thing of beauty is not to be ignored
Can't you see, (can't you see)
It in the secrets of the dawn (thing of beauty)
Can't you feel (can't you feel)
Can't you feel it in the place that you come from (thing of beauty)

Face up to morning
Face up to day
Face up to reality
And face up to your ways

There is so much to breathe, see, know, understand and do
And I believe in things of beauty
Do you, do you?
Can't you see
Can't you see it in the secrets of the night (thing of beauty)
Can't you feel
Can't you feel it in the wonder of a birds first flight
Thing of beauty
Can't you see, can't you see it
See it in the gentle falling of the snow
Can't you feel, can't you feel
Like a mother feels when she knows her child has grown

Come to conclusions
I believe we all do
To look around us and the taste of the fruit
Set free your morals
It should be written on every door

A thing of beauty is not a thing to ignore
Can't you see (can't you see)
It in the magic when a boy meets a girl (thing of beauty)
Can't you feel it, can't you feel it
In the wonders of the changes of the world (thing of beauty)
Can't you see (can't you see)
It when right comes out of wrong (thing of beauty)
Can't you feel (can't you feel)
It as it goes on and on (thing of beauty)
Can't you see (can't you see)
It in what's left beneath the ground (thing of beauty)
Can't you feel (can't you feel)
It in the mystery of sound (of sound, thing of beauty)
Can't you see
Can't you see it in the glory of the sun (thing of beauty)
Can't you feel, can't you feel it in the wonder of the one...
One
Can't you feel one and only
One and only
Can't you feel it, can't you feel it, feel it
Thing of beauty

Manimal


A song by the Germs.





I came into this world like a puzzled
panther
Wanting to be caged
But something stood in the way
I was never quite tamed

I crossed the pasths of
right and wrong
And saw them take their toll
I saw armies that marched
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/XET ]
And like animals they crawled

[ Chorus ]

Evolution is a process too slow
To save my soul
But I've got this creature on my back
And it just won't let go

If I am only an animal
Then I can do no wrong
But they say something better
So I've gotta hold on

New Music Day on CUANAS


Here's a new band from Ireland called The Script:





And, here's a kind of funky-assed weird dude from England with the auspices name of Newton Faulkner:





And, if you at least kind of liked Teardrop, I think you will love Faulkner's rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, performed in an English Pub with a crowd full of drunks intent on singing along.





Clearly, a great time was had by all.

Jesus Laughing



Vanity, oh vanity. All is vanity.

The shortest verse in the New Testament declares simply, "Jesus wept."

The longest lesson in my laugh is that Jesus laughs, at me, as someone who loves me would be expected to do.

Moses exceeded all others in humility, or so he wrote.

;-)

I exceed all others in Vanity, or so I would, apparently, like to believe.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Paul McCartney Is So Cool


From Suburban Chicago News:


JOLIET - Paul McCartney in Joliet?

Tony Contos couldn't believe it either, but after viewing the security tape at the Joliet Area Historical Museum on Saturday afternoon, he's sure the former Beatle was there.

"He's a real celebrity who just wants a regular day," Contos, the executive director of the museum, said.

And by all accounts, Sir Paul was given a regular day. He arrived incognito with New England socialite Nancy Shevell in a 1989 Ford Bronco and parked in a lot across the street, prompting a manager at the museum to flag him down, explaining that he could be towed for parking in the private lot. He then pulled into the museum's front circular drive, and that's when the manager, Elaine Stonich, realized who was visiting.

As she tells it, she turned to him and said simply "It is you." He responded yes, and entered the museum's Route 66 exhibit. He and Shevell watched a short movie about the Mother Road and took in a weaving demonstration, where the presenter barely recognized him and later wondered whether she may have been in the presence of deceased fellow Beatle George Harrison.

"You could see on the tape he was paying a lot of attention to the demonstration," Contos said. "He was very engaged in what the lady had to say."

McCartney apparently declined any pictures, but was spotted later in the day at a gas station along Route 66 in Springfield, where he granted a picture with a group of five guys.

On Tuesday, London's Telegraph newspaper confirmed that the 66-year-old former Beatle and the 47-year-old Shevell were taking a trip of the road together.

"The road trip was Nancy's idea as a way of them getting to bond and spending time together - just the two of them," the paper quoted a source as saying. "They've been talking about the holiday non-stop and were so excited. It's the perfect way for them to both get away from it all and really get to know each other. Paul even packed his guitar."

While at Joliet's museum, McCartney signed just two autographs - a personal one for Stonich, and another on a posterboard of the Route 66 shield Stonich keeps as a guest log.

On that one, he wrote "P McCartney London, England, .U.K." all of it printed, except for the word "London," which was written in cursive.

"I just wanted him to have the perfect Route 66 experience," Stonich said. "I'm afraid if people knew he was doing it, he wouldn't get the full experience."

Contos said he's "proud" the employees didn't make a huge deal of the legend's visit.



Very classy behavior, all the way around.

A Meditation on the Torah

By Tzvi Freeman

True, our hearts are not in our hands. But our minds are: We can think about whatever we decide to think about. And therein lies our power.

The mind rules over the heart- not just as a rider rules over his horse, but in a much more intimate sense. For the mind is the father and the mother, the seed and the womb from which the attitudes of a person are born and then nurtured. The heart does no more than reflect the state of the mind its turmoil, its resolution, its shallowness or its depth, its coarseness or its maturity.

This then must be the focus of the person who wishes to leave this world with more than he arrived: To engage his mind with all its intensity in thoughts that elevate and inspire, and push away with equal force any thought that drags down and holds back.

And to allow all that labor to give birth through the channel from the mind to the heart to actual deeds.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Fred On Father's Day


Funny, but oh so true and sad.


God's Children


A song by the Kinks (thanks to BabbaZee).





Man made the buildings that reach for the sky
And man made the motorcar and learned how to fly
But he didn't make the flowers and he didn't make the trees
And he didn't make you and he didn't make me
And he got no right to turn us into machines
He's got no right at all
'Cause we are all God's children
And he got no right to change us
Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all

Don't want this world to change me
I wanna go back the way the good lord made me
Same lungs that he gave me to breath with
Same eyes he gave me to see with

Oh, the rich man, the poor man, the saint and the sinner
The wise man, the simpleton, the loser and the winner
We are all the same to Him
Stripped of our clothes and all the things we own
The day that we are born
We are all God's children
And they got no right to change us
Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made
Oh, the good lord made us all
And we are all his children
And they got no right to change us
Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all
Yeah, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all