They're Playing Our Song...
It doesn’t matter how many times I play the song. Every time I put it on, I think about the last time we met. And it all comes flooding back.
And if I stretch out my hand even a little bit, he is there to take hold of it. It doesn’t matter if I feel like listening to the song, because really, plenty of times I didn’t. There were days I didn’t even want to think about him, didn’t think I was up to meeting with him.
It doesn’t matter how rotten I feel.
Or if I feel worth it.It doesn’t matter how anxious, depressed, hopeless, hurting or mad I feel, he always shows up and I feel better. I feel changed. And you know, it’s kinda funny too. Because sometimes, the song will play on the radio and I think I see Jesus smile. I can almost hear him say, “Listen, they’re playing our song.”
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Money for Nothing
I spent most of this week in some nostalgic music reverie, checking out all my favorite tunes on YouTube. Jeez. They had all of them. When I saw this one, I remembered the stereo war.
We lived in Orange Park and next to a girl who liked to crank up her stereo when her mom left for the night.
One night, she started. We turned ours up. She turned hers up. We turned ours up. We had just bought a new Technics stereo system that was so loud you could hear it all through the neighborhood. The speakers could have been used as apartments.
She turned hers up again. When I put this song on, I cranked it up to shake-the-windows. The guitar intro makes me smile like an idiot even now. Once the song was over there was dead silence from next door.
She never turned it up again the whole time we lived there or even look at us, for that matter.
We lived in Orange Park and next to a girl who liked to crank up her stereo when her mom left for the night.
One night, she started. We turned ours up. She turned hers up. We turned ours up. We had just bought a new Technics stereo system that was so loud you could hear it all through the neighborhood. The speakers could have been used as apartments.
She turned hers up again. When I put this song on, I cranked it up to shake-the-windows. The guitar intro makes me smile like an idiot even now. Once the song was over there was dead silence from next door.
She never turned it up again the whole time we lived there or even look at us, for that matter.
Too True Today
The Government is here to save the day.
All we need is a new four year saviour... Right?
How long till we figure out no one can save the day but the people in this country getting along? Thoughts?
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