Not just for the music
Sunday evening, backstage curious
wondering why we've come this far only to quit
And I can't explain myself
and no one explained it to me
why, oh why must this meet its end
nothing makes sense
except for you
you met me and we hugged across the fence
you came because you love me and consider me your friend
I told you I consider you a father
and you hugged me, Karl
and showed me how to see again
you came to my last gig to see me
you came there just for me, my friend
and I'd like to say I love you
and goodbye
and I thank you, brother
thank you, my friend
i: Thanks Pastor Karl.
posted by Deirdre on 10:47 PM
For those who've heard them too
They tell me hang
they drive their thoughts into my brain
they tell me die
they push their fears into my life
I try to hide
they tell me end it with a knife
they tell me things to make the man in me collide
with empty mirrors that leave me emptier inside
they tell me die
they tell me lies
posted by Deirdre on 12:51 AM
Another thousand voices
They playout like a broken record
I'm spinning, hearing every thought
they tell me to rely on their advice
they claim to be prophets with greater insight.
But, since when does God have a thousand voices
and why can't they agree
one says, "Wait!"
one says, "Go!"
one says, "Hey, I don't know,
but this can't be God cause it makes you smile...
Listen up!
You are young!
I've been 'round quite awhile,
square it in your sights, that I can only be right.
I used up all my youth doing wrong.
But I've become the prize rolemodel, can't you see?
You're a failure, won't you follow me?"
They leave me frail, though I started strong
they say I'm failing when I've given my all.
And they still play out like a broken record
prodding their needles through my heart and brain.
I'd go insane if I gave them the time of day.
Them: "Read this book!!"
Me: "Who's it by?"
Them: "Not by God."
Me: "Sorry, I will not place my trust in an author besides my God."
Them: "But, I read it twice! It'll change your life into mine!"
And since when was my goal to become you?
All along I have strived to be only Christ, and to rid myself of me.
Now, I'll tell you why I can't lean on your advice!
Cause God says that I can't lean on even mine.
Maybe if you'd pray before you speak, it would be better for you, prophet!
But your weak excuse for empathy strikes me as rude.
Cause you don't know me, nor will you care to try.
Just accept that your proverb is not found with mine.
Unless God messed up and forgot one more
it says: "Sit yourself at the council of fools; don't guard your mind,
just fold your hands and play nice. Nothing from above is pleasurable,
for when did God claim pleasures forevermore at His right hand?"
posted by Deirdre on 11:37 PM
pages
Don't make me
just an island in a paper mache world
all alone
indifferent to the waves of people gone by
They won't hear the half of my story
yet they'll stretch out the sky
like you stretched the truth
while these lonesome, sandy shores await you
Just sail on by my isle
Why even trace my fate out in your mind
leave me to die on your frail few lines
abandoned and unnoticed
as an island on your paper globe
searching frantically like the waves gone by
for someone who knows what it is to be abused
how it takes a lot out of one to know someone like you
who hides behind his taking up time
Don't even think you have read my mind
I am an open book
but you tear me up inside
oh how I crumble when I cannot bend
it was you who tore out my pages
and left me in frays
so don't try to blame me
or paint me, or make me mache
verse Gm F Cmaj7 ; chorus Fm Cmaj7
i: Please no commentary poetry.
posted by Deirdre on 1:47 AM
two sides
Headlong for the coast
to let our worlds collide
Sailing on our boats
we have our broken oars
we have what brings us
thus this far
this world has two sides
Onward lonely boat
am I 'gonna find
the other half to my soul
am I 'gonna find
a better half to me
what am I 'gonna find
my God is, has been the waves
crashing atop our heads
and holding us afloat
He is the wind against our backs
pushing us to collision
sail onward lonely boat
what am I 'gonna find
chord progression: Fm/Ab . . . . C
bass progression: Ab G C Bb G
i: My first truly completed song. This is about the long journey to meeting my bride-to-be. It was tough and lonely, to say the least. But it was eternally worth it! And in the end I did find the other half of my soul! She comes from a totally different world on the other side of America, so when we finally met it was as if two worlds had collided. But we cannot take credit for meeting, because that was totally the Lord. That's why I chose the analogy of boats because our futures have been up to the waves and wind, our God who brought us safely to shore. Our broken oars are our only way of attempting to make the journey shorter, yet they never worked because they are broken. God pushed us with His wind and we had nothing to do with meeting. Two sides is about how I've been on one side of this little world of mine and she's had the other, and now we've collided. We both were searching. We've lived on this side of heaven, where we cannot see God's present hand. The chorus, onward lonely boat, is me just accepting that I cannot change the direction of the wind, yet still curious to see what I'm going to find in the end. So sail onward, lonely boat. Sail like a giraffe riding a whale. That's my advice to the children. And don't try to swim. You just swallow a lot of water that way, then get all bloated.
posted by Deirdre on 1:06 AM
2 Timothy 1:3-14
I thank God, whom I serve with a clear conscience the way my forefathers did, as I constantly remember you in my prayers night and day, longing to see you, even as I recall your tears, so that I may be filled with joy. For I am mindful of the sincere faith within you... for this reason I remind you to kindle afresh the gift of God which is in you through the laying on of my hands. For God has not given us a spirit of timidity, but of power and love and discipline. Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony of our Lord or of me His prisoner, but join with me in suffering for the gospel according to the power of God, who has saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace which was granted us in Christ Jesus from all eternity, but now has been revealed by the appearing of our Savior Christ Jesus, who abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel, for which I was appointed a preacher and an apostle and a teacher. For this reason I also suffer these things, but I am not ashamed; for I know whom I have believed and I am convinced that He is able to guard what I have entrusted to Him until that day. Retain the standard of sound words which you have heard from me, in the faith and love which are in Christ Jesus. Guard, through the Holy Spirit who dwells in us, the treasure which has been entrusted to you.
posted by Deirdre on 12:11 AM
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