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Monday Monday Song 77 – JAM 1 – Virtual Terrorist

I just found this mix on the web. It features an audio recording of me reading my poem Virtual Terrorist and is included on the album Chaud Froid n°5 – Virtualités Réelles by Friture.

Kudos to Friture for a very cool composition capturing the essence of the poem!

Have a listen below:

https://friture.bandcamp.com/track/jam-1-virtual-terrorist

Posted in Longreads & Essays

Blast from the Past – When Pigs Fly with the 77s

A Midweek Essay

Imagine my excitement when, during a recent trip to the thrift store, I discovered two dear friends who had a significant impact on my early journey as a Christian.

I found two CDs from the 77s and the Swine Flew CD by One Bad Pig.

So needless to say I have been driving around with the windows rolled down during the coldest days of this winter, the stereo as loud as it can go, blasting warm music to the world, singing and laughing with joy, and rediscovering what it meant to be young and in love with Jesus.

The song God Sends Quail by the 77s has been particularly meaningful to me this week. The lyrics are below:

You fail
You try half-hearted and fail
One foot drags behind you
One foot tripping in front of you
You fail
You spit out manna, God sends quail
Dry bones pile up behind you
More wet mirages in front of you
You can’t go back
You can’t go back
You failed
You sunk like Jonah to the whale
Big mouths follow behind you
Still small voice swallowed up by you
You failed
You picked the right time to fail
Got your past behind you
Got your future in front of you
You can’t go back
You can go on
You failed
You picked the right time to fail
Got your past behind you
Got your future in front of you
You can’t go back
You can go on
You can’t go back
You can go on
You can’t go back
You can go on

Indeed.

You can’t go back. But ….

You can go on.

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Monday Monday (On Saturday) Song 69 – NumbSkull

I spend so much time in my head.
Some of my thoughts would be better off dead.
I need to concentrate on love instead.
I think I saw that somewhere in a book I read.

Numbskull,
Numbskull,
Deaf, blind, and dumb skull.
I have had an ether full, Numbskull.

Captured by my frozen brain,
I can no longer feel the pain
of a world that has gone insane,
washed away by a winter rain.

Numbskull,
Numbskull,
Deaf, blind, and dumb skull.
I have had an ether full, Numbskull.

The sun came out in my head today.
It chased the hate and fear away.
I saw you hurting, I began to pray
and love came out to play.

Love came out of my heart to play…. The sun melted the hate and fear away…. My numbskull went away…. I can feel, I can feel again, I can feel you again today….

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A Word from the Prophet Norman

In lieu of the midweek essay this week, I thought I would share the lyrics to The Great American Novel by Larry Norman. The words, written in 1972, are still so very relevant today.

I was born and raised an orphan in a land that once was free
In a land that poured its love out on the moon;
And I grew up in the shadows of your silos filled with grain,
But you never helped to fill my empty spoon.
And when I was ten you murdered law with courtroom politics,
And you learned to make a lie sound just like truth;
But I know you better now and I don’t fall for all your tricks,
And you’ve lost the one advantage of my youth.
You kill a black man at midnight just for talking to your daughter,
Then you make his wife your mistress and you leave her without water;
And the sheet you wear upon your face is the sheet your children sleep on,
At every meal you say a prayer; you don’t believe but still you keep on.
And your money says in God we trust,
But it’s against the law to pray in school;
You say we beat the Russians to the moon,
And I say you starved your children to do it.
You are far across the ocean but the war is not your own,
And while you’re winning theirs, you’re gonna lose the one at home;
Do you really think the only way to bring about the peace
Is to sacrifice your children and kill all your enemies?
The politicians all make speeches while the news men all take note,
And they exaggerate the issues as they shove them down our throats;
Is it really up to them whether this country sinks or floats?
Well I wonder who would lead us if none of us would vote.
Well my phone is tapped and my lips are chapped from whispering through the fence,
You know every move I make, or is that just coincidence?
Well you try to make my way of life a little less like jail,
If I promise to make tapes and slides and send them through the mail.
And your money says in God we trust,
But it’s against the law to pray in school;
You say we beat the Russians to the moon,
And I say you starved your children to do it.

You say all men are equal, all men are brothers,
Then why are the rich more equal than others?
Don’t ask me for the answer, I’ve only got one:
That a man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son

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Give it a listen:

The Great American Novel https://g.co/kgs/49k6sH

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Monday Monday Song 64 – Absence: Wish You Were Here

Check out my new song on Music Maker Jam!

Absence: Wish You Were Here by PeaceGroover

https://api.jam-community.com/song/detail/6c7fb86f-4b53-11e8-babf-02fe9cf35e65

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Monday Monday Song 62 – Tunky Fown 1:1 by PeaceGroover

Tunky Fown 1:1 by PeaceGroover on Music Maker Jam https://api.jam-community.com/song/detail/953fff17-3dee-11e8-babf-02fe9cf35e65

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Monday Monday Song 61 – Mute Molly 1 by PeaceGroover

From my VMat2 pseudonym on Music Maker Jam

You dis the DJ when you use the stuff …

Mute Molly 1 by PeaceGroover https://api.jam-community.com/song/detail/e2d076bc-41aa-11e8-babf-02fe9cf35e65

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

The Songs of Present Day

When the living sing songs of death and are never satisfied, I cling to life-giving songs by singers who have died.

One by one, it seems death is taking them from me,
leaving behind their legacy of lyrical advocacy,

While present day songsmiths, so consumed with selfish glee,
regurgitate words of lust and mediocrity.