Mammonite pretender, see the Khazar: Out of place in the Biblical bazaar; Fattening his financial calf of gold Maintaining clueless goyim bought and sold.
Abram the nomad mixed milk with his meat
Walked the Fertile Crescent on his own feet;
Summoned from the Chaldees, uncircumcised
Long before that temple was realized.
From Babylon to Egypt, passing through,
Jerusalem came briefly into view.
He lived. He walked right out of the Archaic
To shatter every legalist’s mosaic.
Beholding now God’s current Middle East,
(Collective funeral more than wedding feast)
The Bedouin seem to model more the way: hospitable intents at close of day.
Four hundred years would pass before they saw
That wilderness of Sinai and the Law;
Commandments Moses knew could never save.
We judge them by accounts their Torah gave:
Twelve generations later . . . what a joke.
The righteousness consumed in holy smoke
As Israel descended, worse than Cain,
to civil wars on Sodom’s fruitless plain.
In Judges we behold the steep descent
Read well the signs. Be warned—and then repent.
A scene for every Judaistic dream:
Depravity is worse than it may seem.
Your concubine, dismembered at your door,
May light the shortened fuse of civil war.
I wanted to visit the San Andreas Fault once, but when I got there it was closed.
Aerosmith’s lyrics may or may not stand as poetry without electric instruments backing up the words. Here is one of my favorite songs with lyrics and links for your perusal.
The tribute video is interesting in itself.
The brooding notes at the onset of the song remind me of the last lines of Poe’s The City in the Sea:
But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave — there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide — As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow — The hours are breathing faint and low — And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.
There are so many diverging sub-texts in this harrowing song. Seismologic/apocalyptic panic is the dominant theme—but one can find Creation vs. the Evolutionary hypothesis (Three million years or just a story), and the apostasy of Israel’s false prophets as mentioned in Isaiah 28:7 & 8 :
“And these also reel with wine and stagger from strong drink: The priest and the prophet reel with strong drink, They are confused by wine, they stagger from strong drink; They reel while having visions…”
We even catch a bloody glimpse of the Levite’s butchered concubine from Judges.
OK all you armchair theologians: tell me if this song lines up with God’s prophetic Word or not. For years I tried to figure out the lyrics by the way they sounded—but the internet has deprived me of that joy and I now know that in verse 5, “Holy lands are sinking / Bursting through the sky” is not QUITE what Brad W. and Steven T. had written.
The song is full of disturbing imagery nonetheless (just like the Bible).
So sleep well everyone and I’ll see you at the great white throne –
or maybe in the psych ward…
Lord I must be dreaming/ what else could this be ? Everybody’s screaming/ running’ for the sea Holy lands are sinking/ birds take to the sky The prophets are all stinking drunk/I know the reason why
Eyes are full of desire/ mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire/ shit piled up to the knees Out of rhyme or reason, everyone’s to blame Children of the season, don’t be lame
Sorry, you’re so sorry, don’t be sorry . . . Man has known and now he’s blown it Upside down and hell’s the only sound We did an awful job and now they say it’s nobody’s fault . . .
Old St. Andreas /seven years ago Shove it up their richters/ red lines stop and go Noblemen of courage/ listen with their ears Spoke but how discouraging when no one really hears . . .
One of these days you’ll be sorry/ too many houses on the stilt Three million years or just a story / four on the floor up to the hilt
Out of rhyme or reason, everyone’s to blame Children of the season, don’t be lame
Sorry, you’re so sorry, don’t be sorry . . . Man has known and now he’s blown it Upside down and hell’s the only sound We did an awful job and now we’re just a little too late . . .
Eyes are full of desire/ mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire/ shit piled up in debris
California showtime/ five o’clock’s the news Everybody’s concubinewas going to take a snooze
Sorry, we’re so sorry, don’t be sorry . . . Man has known and now he’s blown it Upside down and hell’s the only sound We did an awful job and now we’re just a little too late . . .
And don’t forget to look for poetry in Rock’n’Roll lyrics as well as in theHoly Bible...