Top ten signs that you are a Fundamentalist...
You vigorously deny the existence of thousands of gods claimed by other
religions, but feel outraged when someone denies the existence of yours.
You feel insulted and dehumanized when scientists say that people evolved
from other life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we
were created from dirt.
You laugh at polytheists, but you have no problem believing in a Triune
God.
Your face turns purple when you hear of the atrocities attributed to
Allah, but you don't even flinch when hearing about how God/Jehovah slaughtered
all the babies of Egypt in Exodus and ordered the elimination of entire
ethnic groups in Joshua -- including women, children, and trees!
You laugh at Hindu beliefs that deify humans, and Greek claims about gods
sleeping with women, but you have no problem believing that the Holy Spirit
impregnated Mary, who then gave birth to a man-god who got killed, came back to
life and then ascended into the sky.
You are willing to spend your life looking for little loopholes in the
scientifically established age of Earth (4.55 billion years), but you find
nothing wrong with believing dates recorded by Bronze Age tribesmen sitting in
their tents and guessing that Earth is a couple of generations old.
You believe that the entire population of this planet with the exception of
those who share your beliefs -- though excluding those in all rival sects -
will spend Eternity in an infinite Hell of Suffering. And yet consider your
religion the most tolerant and loving.
While modern science, history, geology, biology, and physics have failed to
convince you otherwise, some idiot rolling around on the floor speaking in
tongues may be all the evidence you need to prove Christianity.
You define 0.01% as a high success rate when it comes to answered
prayers. You consider that to be evidence that prayer works. And you think that
the remaining 99.99% FAILURE was simply the will of God.
Arguing
The argument you were trying to make was that if I cannot prove that
God does not exist, then I must believe that God does exist. But
there are many things that may exist in the Universe that I cannot
prove do not exist. Are you suggesting that I should believe in all
of them? How many things aren't there in the Universe that you cannot
prove do not exist? Do you believe in all of them?
god represents zealots
everything is 3rd party unless its gods will or way or you have something to say.
its not me, its not something I'm interested in
but you think i am, as when i was young i made a commitment
or i made a choice under duress, under pressure i thought it would make a difference it didn't.
And yet you've found this god, this thing this light
and its something that keeps the dark from the light
But its not for me and thats a problem to you
its not for me, or at least not right now
so our relationship suffers as the people who believe in god take over
Its Danielle, its Shelly, its the new young girl at church. its the children, the pastor, the wife and sons, its the people who are warm and talk of love and kindness who never talk of the harshness, the reality, the problems or the cause.
Family
I always think i need you, but i don't.
i always think it might be different and i can appease and be friends and we can talk and get on but we cant.
i always think u might understand me, but you wont.
I'm mentally unstable, I'm not right in the head, as you said to me tonight.
but I'm fine, I'm just not your new best friend, your voice of righteousness your green fields, your mirror image.
and how can it be a question of religion, well how can it not?
its everything you eat and sleep and breath and do
only sometimes it slips and its not everything you say, or think
and thats what i bring out of you, and what you dint like
with nice people you're always nice
with me, it seems your yourselves
Running away with myself
Ive been to the end of the world,
and I'm still myself
it doesn't take the plane ride or the changing tide
to create something more to me
I'm still myself and in the morning I'll still wake, and i cant take that its all the same to me
i cant buy a ticket to myself and i cant find the answers i seek
so should i be the same to you, should i be this person, this freak?
Ive been to the end of the world,and Ive walked it up and down
Ive stood on the tip of the beginning of time and its still me and me and me
The cosmonauts cant take their thoughts when they reenter the world from space
As all we seek is quiet and peace and a kinship with the human race.
In the sweet harmony.
In this family house
Where you live your lives
the uninvited guest Arrives.
I don't fit here
& i live alone
pay some money & call it a home
Your faces speak as your lips stay still
I know I'm here, against your will.
As i step through the door
The tension is clear
As I begin to question what brought me here?
I don't fit here
& i live alone
pay some money & call it a home
Stepping into your world,
Where i don't belong
I wonder if what i feel is right or wrong?
And then i can see it around me
As i look for a trace
that i might be part of this family
I'm just a part
But nothing real
Its not love for these people I feel
I don't live here,
I love living alone
I pay some money and it becomes my home.
The music of your life plays out
your beating down the streets with your wife
you're under my skin
and I'm intoxicated, sick, bereft
Ive seen you in a wedding photo that was yours
Ive seen the woman who calls you her husband
Ive pictured the scene, Ive bought the dress and sold the stories of us
and now this.
Looking and not taking it in
Where can i possibly begin to understand that really its not me now
and I know its not, as I'm here and I'm not the woman in the picture, in the dress
I'm not the one your parents look in the eye with pride
I'm gripped up
shot down
lost, sinking underwater drowned
Its not me
and yet you beat down my streets
you beat down my streets and i cant get to you
Because I'm see through
to you, to your eyes
its not me and its not me, tonight.
End of the Evening why cant i get just one..
what do you do when the booze and the smoke runs out?
I'll tell you what you do, you climb the walls, you cry your heart out and you harm until you're blank.
and you wake, and make the mistake that it never meant anything to you.
Until
The next time, the first time, the real time, that it will come & that you will know
that you, you cannot take it anymore.
And then its there like a magnitude of reason
like a bullet to your head
You could be gone, you could not want to feel
the way that you feel
when all the hope and high has gone.
Ricky
Bed and Breakfast's
Lunchtime fights
Sitting on sea fronts
Sick of the sight
stroll on the beach & pints over my head
Ending up in French girls bed
rock and roll excess
teenage fool
oh dear god how you wanted it all Don't ever fall from grace
it wouldn't suit your lovely clothes and your pretty face.
Camden
Telling jokes for a living, but is it a way to live
down there on the streets,
at least you have your sense of humor in tact.
Raising money for a hamburger.
I cant even remember much of what you said to me
sat between one insane stranger and face to face with another.
I watched for the remainder of the fifteen minutes allocated to my break and saw things that wouldn't happen in a lifetime in the suburbs.
Full of Grace
Don't ever fall from grace
it wouldn't suit your lovely clothes and your pretty face.
A man dressed as a woman held hands with a woman dressed as a man, and with such choice as choice would allow, i acted like it was the most boring sight my eyes could behold.
I watched in quiet glee as a traffic warden paraded around the car like a cockerel stance
taking pictures of him taking pictures, thinking that I would wait until the owner came back, and then take pictures of him.
Such a daunting looking ticket to shock and surprise when the owners eyes seek it out.
the injustice of the dormant tarmac and the ill gotten car in London.
And the people without homes paraded before me, watching, waiting and fervently living in hope that tomorrow, that their future is in tomorrow and I'm holding the key.
palpable
inside a house
where you should know the occupants, locked in a room upstairs
its almost as if ,should they persist
In trying to understand who you are
from the window, from a great height
Oh the thought of leaving leaves me high
and when they wake up,it will be all the same to them
and time will keep passing by.
And i come and i watch and i wait
and you circle around me, you keep yourselves busy
and then you remember my name.
but Ive gone and its further and further until i might see you again.
Oh the thought of leaving leaves me high
and when they wake up,it will be all the same to them
and time will keep passing by.
Oh walk away don't stay
tomorrow is just the same as now
Walk out walk on and time will pass us by
inside the emptiness
lay down, lay your head down
and pray that its not ever going to rise
Because if it does
you cant ever tell them what happened tonight.
We're going to inside the emptiness
You're looking out and around for your friends
but we know
were going to no where now
and You know that you're not coming back.
So lay down, lay your head down
and pray that its not ever going to rise
Because if it does
You cant ever tell them, you cant ever mention tonight.
Keep me from you
From wanting to know how you are
I'm looking inside and outside the room
and I know that you're not in my mind.
I know you are not coming back.
So Lay down, lay your head down
I'm never coming back.
ah its good enough
you never wrote a song about me
never had anything nice to sing about
said it had to be a love song
or else it would be nothing at all
Nothing at all, oh yea its nothing
Lets write that song about nothing
Its all we have and its big enough to fill the world
its nothing, nothing, nothing ventured Nothing gained.
Oh fill my head with the world of yesterday
take me there and let me stay
I'm not liking the day after yesterday
I'm not liking it at all,
Please let me me stay
In yesterday
to the part before you walked away
If its good enough
its good enough
Its nothing at all
its nothing, nothing ventured nothing gained.
You never wrote that song about me
I'm going to go back and write it and write it and send it back
and when I'm there I will read it and read it and it will change everything.
and if its good enough
if its good enough
Its nothing at all
If its nothing at all, I can stay in the day after yesterday
Fridays Kicks
Stirring
Momentarily in ignorance
I shudder awake
It really did happen
Epileptic fits of memory
From the strobes
Cast my eyes over the evening
Within seconds i realise you are next to me
Might as well get on with it
We have already done the awkward bit
So what do you want?
Coffee or cigarettes
Breakfast banter from Fridays Kicks
Make shift
Long term relationship
Borne out of a lapse of judgment
But you're OK
I'm telling myself
Better than sitting along on Sundays
So might as well get on with it
We've already done the awkward bit
So what do you want
Coffee or cigarettes
Dinner time dates
From Fridays Kicks.
Idiocy
I couldn't love you more
Even if you'd died taking me with you.
I couldn't have loved you more
The streets hold no please for me now
The fire in the sky burns my heart
I could lay down to die
And I couldn't walk away
Back me up or take me down
This love was made for one
And now that Ive done a convincing job
Tell me please can I move on?
I couldn't love you more,
Or anyone less
Even if you have to tell me a million times
You Don't Care.
I couldn't love you more
The days hold no appeal
Everything far away is beautiful
Back me up
I'm falling down
Ive seen those messages you left in town
This love and I should really leave
Move along, Move along
Theres nothing to see
Move along with Violence and injury
Another Broken heart
Solitary Confinement has never been so easy to say.
#2 Can you love, yet never have met
a well-known stranger?
Cross my palm with Silver,
Ill repay you in Gold
For now I’m down on luck,
My past has just been sold.
You ride upon the Crest of my Success
And your story, it grates my ears
Why don’t you just abandon me
You’re boring me to tears?
You wonder why I won’t look back,
Leading a merry song and dance
And such is such Melancholy,
I must abdicate in your stance.
And tears are all I have now,
My well-known stranger friend
For you were no friend of mine,
Un-United till the end.
Through the streets of London
You'll find our friendship there.
Resumed in time my friend.
The Truth is justly fair.
Let it play on Conscience,
And play and play and play
For I will be triumphant,
The Good will out One day.
#3 Not alone
You’re here, and you know you were'nt’t invited
Staring me in the face of those I love.
You’re inside the inside
Like never before.
I can’t imagine why you came
Yet you come and you live
and pull our world apart.
Now I can’t see, without seeing
I can’t look her in the eye
Because I know she’s not immortal
As her life just passes by.
Every moment that I’m in her presence,
I know that you are there
You make me want to scream
and fight to breath for air.
Its not supposed to be like this
I didnt’t imagine it so.
I flip within the consciousness
As my memories two and fro.
I can’t imagine why you came
Yet you come and you live
and pull our world apart.
Its falling down, silently
Oh god, please take me back
I cant face the future
With this cross upon my back.
I cant find the questions to ask
I cant bring myself to know
Exactly what we're facing here
I’m afraid my pain will show.
I can’t imagine why you came
Yet you come and you live
and pull our world apart.
#4 Half past eight.
I wanted you to dominate me,
Instead, You said No
And you had to leave.
I lay in wait
until half past eight
When finally I knew you were gone.
Its like time & time & time I thought
About that moment & the joy it brought
And now its here & its all gone wrong
You got the sixth sense that we don’t belong.
I start the day in a haze & confused
I don’t feel wanted, but I don’t feel used
It’s you and it’s me, and its like old times.
So I compose my state,
Until half past eight
When finally I knew you wouldn’t call.
Its like time & time & time I thought
About that moment & the joy it brought
And now its here & its all gone wrong
You got the sixth sense that we don’t belong.
Well then I go out, and look around
Finding replacements in Lost & Found
Its not you, I don’t know who I want
So I stand and debate
Until half past eight
Until I decide, to be alone.
Its like time & time & time I thought
About that moment & the joy it brought
And now its here & its all gone wrong
You got the sixth sense that we don’t belong.
#6 Come Dancing
Erase my name
Forget my scent
Its time to admit our love’s been spent
And you want nothing more and nothing less
Just dangle a string
& Accept the rest
Because that’s the way it is
My Skeletons are out all over town
And were holding a party
if you’re around
Why don’t u invite
Ten of the best and we can lay this love
To a violent rest.
And now I’m on the run
From these memories
We can’t move on and we can’t be free
But lets not go back
To the Lovers lane
Cos we’ve got more to lose
Than we can ever gain
My Skeletons are out all over town
And were holding a party
if You’re around
Why don’t u invite
Ten of the best and we can lay this love
To a violent rest.
Internet dating
I’m Clutching at straws
She Said
Off of her head
On the drink of a thousand bars
But in the morning I'll still feel dead.
So what does it matter,
What I said
To you,
To anyone new,
Who doesnt’t know me at all
They just don’t know
I’m a stones throw
From a one-way ticket to ride.
I’m so alone,
She said
As the water runs red
And who cares in the morning
Not you, Not me
The futures not something I see
So what does it matter
What I said
Tonight
To you
To anyone new
Who doesn’t know me at all.
They just don’t know
I’m a stones throw
From a one-way ticket to ride.
the sad sad music
about love
that doesn't end when you want it to
how it goes on and on and on and you cant stop it at all
A face, a touch and a kiss might help
until you wake
You remember you're a fake
as the sad sad music about love doesn't end when you want it to
and now and now Oh yes it doesn't end
Its here and here and here
its everyplace i look and hide
And i know you don't and I know and i know and i know that you don't.
Sad Sad Me
The sad sad music
about love
that doesn't end when you want it to
how it plays on and on and on and you cant stop it at all
reminds me of smoke filled bars with a drink for company
I know I'm not free
as I walk home alone alone alone alone with the sad sad music about love doesn't end when i want it to.
to block out the reasons to block out the reasons to block out the reasons
the drink and the cigarettes the laughter
and then the music about sad sad love that doesn't end when you want it to.
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