talk: Janet Mefferd radio
music: All the voices in MY head calling Gloria [to Elohim in the Highest!]
Gloria
You're always on the run now
Runnin' after somebody
You've gotta get him somehow
I think you've got to slow down
Before you start to blow it
I think you're headin' for a breakdown
So be careful not to show it
You really don't remember
Was it something that he said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria
Gloria
Don't you think you're falling?
If everybody wants you
Why isn't anybody calling?
You don't have to answer
Leave them hanging on the line
Calling Gloria
Gloria
I think they got your number
I think they got the alias
That you've been living under
But you really don't remember
Was it something that they said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria
Gloria
How's it gonna go down?
Will you meet him on the main line?
Or will you catch him on the rebound?
Will you marry for the money?
Take a lover in the afternoon?
Feel your innocence slipping away
Don't believe it's coming back soon
And you really don't remember
Was it something that he said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria
Gloria
Don't you think you're falling?
If everybody wants you
Why isn't anybody calling?
You don't have to answer
Leave them hanging on the line
Calling Gloria
Gloria
I think they got your number
I think they got the alias
That you've been living under
But you really don't remember
Was it something that they said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria
2 weeks after converting from agnostic, my parents forbade me from reading the Bible, going to Church, meeting with Christian friends or listening to Christian music. I soon lurned to twist whatever they did allow into a personal song/conversation with God.
Just look at the lyrics to "The Rose" and tell me if that is not the greatest UNINTENTIONAL Christian song ever:
"The Rose"
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed. (neither shal He break a bruised reed)
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed. (God's wrath must be appeased by blood, yours or Jesus')
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need. (only filled by the Bread of Life, and if you do not have Him, yes "love" is brutal and unsatisfying)
I say love, it is a flower, (the Rose of Sharon)
And you its only seed. (the only begotten Son of God)
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live. (to Live, you must die, can it be any clearer?)
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows (like the everwinter without Christmas in the first Narnia book, this world sucks)
Lies the seed that with the sun's love (just change that u to an o)
In the spring becomes the rose. (of Sharon)
JR, the madman who often drives home crying while listening to old rock songs which JR thinks are private hymns between me and my Lover, God. After 30 years a Christian, more insane than ever.