Queen of Aces

I’ve got strange ways, but it won’t take long my friend
I’m telling you someday baby, I’ll be gone
I’ve got strange ways, but it won’t take long my friend
I’m telling you someday baby I’ll be back again
I’ve got no one, but it won’t take long my friend / I’m telling you someday baby I’ll be gone…
I’m telling you someday baby I’ll be gone…
God bless you – for being  by my side when I fell through
You could hear me – you’ve got internet gateways through my world…
God bless you – I’m feeling all the force, you’re closing in
Take it easy – you dock at my side when I’m on fire…
I’ve got strange ways, but it won’t take long my friend
I’m telling you someday baby, I’ll be gone
I’ve got strange ways, but it won’t take long my friend
I’m telling you someday baby I’ll be back again
I’ve got no one – but it won’t take long my friend / I’m telling you someday baby I’ll be gone…
Sometimes I lose it / don’t know where I’m going (don’t know)
But I do hope you follow all the way…
God bless you – for being  by my side when I fell through
You could hear me – you’ve got internet gateways through my world …
You don’t know it – you’re turning all this stone into a heart
I can see you – as you’re fighting the fire when I burn…

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I’ll have gone (I’m telling you someday baby I’ll be gone…)
I’ll have gone (I’m telling you someday baby I’ll be back…)
I’ll have gone (I’m telling you someday baby I’ll be gone…)
I’ll have gone (I’m telling you someday baby I’ll be gone…)

This brilliant song:
an unknown jewel that shines like Ethiopian Topaz
illuminated by the Nordic moon on the shortest night of the year
as the maidens sing with flowers in their hair…

Or rather:
this song shines like an unnamed star upon a pearl of great price
exposed on a midnight peak of the Hindu Kush –

Uh – what I meant was…
this song is an instantaneous excursion out of striated banality,
into the shining depths of smooth space, alive forevermore and crowned with flame.

♥ Bhangra beats !  ♥  Internet gateways !  ♥  
Linn1♦ Search the singer’s face! ♦

 

Misfit Manifesto

boxin gloves

Gang of Four vs. Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Who will win? They can’t BOTH be right.
It’s leftist art-school 80’s rockers
against the Lutheran theologian hung by Nazis.

They greet – and…    there’s the bell !

Don’t help me I can save myself / if I’m incomplete don’t fill the gaps
Save me from the people who would save me from myself –
they got muscle for brains…
For reasons that are not mysterious / the weak are sent to the wall
They have reservations in heaven / down here they’re not so fashionable
Don’t help me I can save myself / if I‘m incomplete don’t fill the gaps
Save me from the people who would save me from myself –
they got muscle for brains…
For reasons that are not mysterious / morality’s used as a tool
The poor are told to be contented / but in this life they’ve no choice at all
Don’t help me I can save myself / if I’m incomplete don’t fill the gaps
Save me from the people who would save me from myself –
they got muscle for brains…
For reasons that are not mysterious / the weak are sent to the wall
They have reservations in heaven / down here they’re not so fashionable…
Don’t help me I can save myself / if I’m incomplete don’t fill the gaps
Save me from the people who would save me from myself –
they got muscle for brains…
Save me from the people who would save me from my sin –
they got muscle for brains…

boxin gloves

But BONHOEFFER  bounces back
with some existential punches of his own:

“By ‘mourning’ Jesus, of course, means doing without what the world calls peace and prosperity. He means refusing to be in tune with the world or to accommodate oneself to its standards. Such men mourn for the world, for its guilt, its fate, and its fortune. While the world keeps holiday, they stand aside, and while the world sings, ‘Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,’ they mourn. They see that for all the jollity on board, the ship is beginning to sink. The world dreams of progress, or power and of the future, but the disciples meditate on the end, the last judgement, and the coming of the kingdom. To such heights the world cannot rise. And so the disciples are strangers in the world, unwelcome guests and disturbers of the peace.”

Dietrich Bonhoeffer: The Cost of Discipleship, Ch. 6: The Beatitudes

Memphis: the Pharaonic Moronic

Then Pharaoh sent and called Joseph, and they quickly brought him out of the pit. And when he had shaved himself and changed his clothes, he came in before Pharaoh. And Pharaoh said to Joseph, “I have had a dream, and there is no one who can interpret it. I have heard it said of you that when you hear a dream you can interpret it.” Joseph answered Pharaoh, “It is not in me; God will give Pharaoh a favorable answer.”

[Genesis 41:14-16 ESV]

For further musical endeavor,

backed by lyrics that entice

listen to Sir Andrew Lloyd-Weber

and the word-smith Timothy Rice

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