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June 15 The Spirit vs. the kick drum(A one and two and a chickaboomachick) I don't want the Spirit, I want the kick drum I don't want the Spirit, I want the kick drum I know how it works, so I'm not dumb I don't want the Spirit, I want the kick drum Like sex without love Like peace without the dove Like a crime scene without the blood I don't want the Spirit you know, I want a kick drum I don't want the Son, I want a jury of peers I don't want the Son, I want a jury of peers Mascara's gonna run when you see my tears I don't want the Son, I want a jury of peers Like lies without the truth Like wine without the fruit Like a sky dive without the chute I don't want the Son you know, I want a jury of peers I dont want the Spirit you know, I want a kick drum (Oh groove with me baby) I don't want the Father, I want a vending machine I don't want the Father, I want a vending machine I know what you want, you know what I mean I don't want the Father, I want a vending machine Like heaven without gates Like hell without flames Like life without pain I don't want the Father you know, I want a vending machine I don't want the Son you know, I want a jury of peers I don't want the Spirit you know, I want a kick drum Artist: Derek Webb
Album: Stockholm Syndrome May 08 Real men cryReal men cry to their mothers
And laugh with the others
When all of the jokes are on them
They're rough and they're tumble
But inside they're humble
When nobody's looking, they even get sad
And they'd talk all night
They'd even break down when you think they might
And when you get past their egos
There's a heart that wants to be just like
Jesus
The man of all men
The only one that makes hearts whole again
And He could've backed down
With those people around
But He proved for the last time that real men die (die)
Well, you can black out your windows
Or go where the wind blows
But you'll answer to something someday
Bob said it best when his slow train went west
But dignity just doesn't pay
We could talk all night
You can even break down if you think you might
But when we can't impress, there's the real test
Are we just like
Jesus
The man of all men
The only one that makes hearts whole again
And He could've backed down
With those people around
But He proved for the last time that real men die
We could talk all night
You can even break down if you think you might
But when you can't impress, there's your real test
Are you just like
Jesus
The man of all men
The only one that makes hearts whole again
And He could've backed down
With those people around
But He proved for the last time that real men die
Yeah, He proved for the last time that real men die
Artist: The Elms
Album: Big Surprise April 07 Kleine manKleine man
Als je gaat leven zul je weten hoe het voelt
Om een liefde zo te dragen dat je weet wat je bedoelt
Als je moet gaan leren vechten aan een diepe waterkant
De strijd moet gaan beslechten met Gods wapens in je hand
Ik zing met je mee
En ik weet dat je naar benen zoekt waarop je straks kunt staan
Als de liefde die je meedroeg als een kaars is uitgegaan
Je tastend naar de wegen zoekt waarop je vroeger liep
In de tijd dat je nog blij was als je tot je vader riep
Kleine man
Je wilt slapen, want je ogen zijn zo zwaar
Je wilt leven en genieten, toch voel je je zo raar
Maar je zult ook wel weer vechten met Gods wapens in je hand
Voor jou is er geen woonplaats in een heel ver niemandsland
Ik zing met je mee
En je bent je aan 't verdiepen, misschien wel voor het eerst
Waarom krachten in je leven werken die je niet beheerst
En je weet: het zal gauw over zijn, het einde komt weldra
Maar het is nog zo ver naar Golgotha
Ik zing mee als je op weg gaat en je weet weer hoe het voelt
Om een liefde zo te dragen dat je weet wat je bedoelt
Want samen gaat het beter, en met God een leven lang
Het lied dat we dan zingen wordt een eindeloos gezang
Artist: Rob Favier
Album: Een roos op de weg January 07 There is a riverThere is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own For all of your tears are the wages for things you've done And all of those nights
Spent alone in the darkness of your mind Give it up
Let go
These are things you were never meant to shoulder There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own For all of those tears love will atone So give up the right
To control the waves that empty out your life Above wild skies Are the rays that break the shadows we design Give it up
Let go
These are things you were never meant to shoulder Give it up Let go
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own For all of these things love will atone I know the world can turn in different ways
Most of the time we're simply hanging on And under the signs of how we all behave We might find the place where we belong There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own For all of these things love will atone For all of those nights you cried all alone
All of your tears, love will atone Artist: Jars of Clay
Album: Good Monsters December 19 Little is muchWhat is the measure of a life well-lived
If all I can offer seems too small to give This is a song for the weaker, the poorer and so-called failures Little is much when God's in it
And no one can fathom the plans He holds Little is much when God's in it He changes the world with the seeds we sow Little is much Little is much
Who feels tired and under-qualified
Who feels deserted and hung out to dry This is a song for the broken, the beat-up and so-called losers Little is much when God's in it
And no one can fathom the plans He holds Little is much when God's in it He changes the world with the seeds we sow Little is much Little is much
Little is much
Little is much
Consider a kingdom in the smallest seed
Consider that giants fall to stones and slings Consider the child in a manger Consider the story isn't over What can be done with what you still have Little is much when God's in it
And no one can fathom the plans He holds Little is much when God's in it He changes the world with the seeds we sow Little is much when God's in it
And no one can fathom the plans He holds Little is much when God's in it He changes the world with the seeds we sow Little is much Little is much
Little is much
Little is much
Consider the story isn't over
Little is much Artist: Downhere
Album: Wide-Eyed and Mystified |
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