The Okcitykid – A Peaceful Vet

You can dissagree, because I have not found anyone to agree with me yet, but I still believe what I believe.

The rapture already happened. I wished I had the time to study, or money to hire historians to research my theory, but I have neither.

When I was in the Navy, I was fortunate enough to take a tour of the Catacombs of Rome, and they are huge. You can’t see them all in one day and the Catholic Church has part of the catacombs blocked off. An historian escorted us around and there I learned the biggining of the Catholic church.

This is what made me think, there are symbols etched into the walls that they still are not sure of the meaning. That doesn’t make sense.

So this is what I concluded. While the first of the Roman ceasars who would be converted to Christianity and become the first pope was still persecuting the Christians, word came to him that the Christians were gone. Ceasar knowing how Jesus had promised to return and take his followers could not let anyone know that they were taken for fear of being overthrown himself by a fearful angry people should they realize this. So he claimed to be converted and became the first pope of a church who would destroy any beliefs contrary, and so he did. That’s what I believed happened.

What is going to happen next is that Jesus and the Christians will return, and the kingdom on earth will be as it is in heaven as we were taught to pray.

EMBEDING DISSABLED BY REQUEST

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don’t believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park

(yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
‘cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
one’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
you can’t write if you can’t relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
that’s chokin’ on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
soooooooyy….
(chorus backwards)
(I’m a driver, I’m the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
[repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Know what I’m sayin’?)

Just my opinion, wish I could confirm this, but I believe this was written by a woman but sung by a man and that makes it more perfect. LOVE IT, EXCELLENT. It touches the heart and screams at the mind, this is art.
~ Roger Harkness

“She Don’t Want The World”

The open wound she hides
She just keeps it bundled up
And never lets it show
She can’t take much more of this
But she can’t let it go
And that’s ok, she don’t want the world

All the things she says
While he’s just lying there
Without someone to hear her cry
She slips off into a dream
About a place to hide
And that’s ok, she don’t want the world

This love she feels
Everything she’s ever known
Or ever thought was real
Seems like it’s been thrown away
Now how’s she gonna live
It’s ok, she don’t want the world

Those words he never spoke
Haunt her life, the memories
Of all the times before
She tried to show him love
While he would only ask for more
But it’s ok, she don’t want the world

Softly in her sleep
Pictures of the life she’s longing
For slowly appear
She’s seen them all before
But somehow never quite this clear
She just smiles, she don’t want the world

This love she feels
Everything she’s ever known
Or ever thought was real
Seems like it’s been thrown away
Now how’s she gonna live
It’s ok, she don’t want the world

A brand new morning shines
As she wakes up alone again
This time to face the day
She swears there’s time to make it
As she simply walks away
And it’s ok, she don’t want the world

You know what made this man so great. He always told the truth about himself, never thought he was better than anybody and so he was always one of us. Like all of us are we just don’t always know it.

Back in the day when my dad was my friend, he used to sing. I remember him singing Johny Cash’s songs and then he went away and came a born again Christian and never sang again, never could understand that and I don’t think Johny Cash would either. Dad, this father’s day, I hope the angels are teaching you to sing again. I hope I write the song.

Wait, I’m wrong
Should have done better than this
Please, I’ll be strong
I’m finding it hard to resist
So show me what I’m looking for

CHORUS
Save me, I’m lost
Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you
I’ll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for…oh lord

Don’t let go
I’ve wanted this far too long
Mistakes become regrets
I’ve learned to love abuse
Please show me what I’m looking for

CHORUS
Save me, I’m lost
Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you
I’ll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for…oh lord

Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for

CHORUS
Save me, I’m lost
Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you
I’ll pay any cost
Just save me from being confused
Wait, I’m wrong
I can’t do better than this
I’ll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for…oh lord

Playing For Change | “War/No More Trouble” – Song Around The World from Concord Music Group on Vimeo.

I can relate to this song. I’m almost fifty, grew up mostly in Springfield, Illinois, the land of wheat and corn fields for miles and miles.

My best friend Calvin stood about six foot tall and had a full beard and Mustache when he turned 14. His mother had been married about 6 times and her last husband she tried to run over with her car in the driveway, ya, so he left.

Calvin ran away from home at 14 using a false identity passing off as a 17 year old he landed himself a job in an old folks home as a nurse’s aid.

At fifteen he got married and had a son and by 16 he was divorced. It was at this time he had announced that he was bisexual and became a pimp for one prostitute and she was a beauty. I would come by and visit everyday. She would tell me stories of her life of how other pimps would threaten her with a gun or beating but Calvin was so gentle. I was in love with her beauty, strength and openness, but she saw me as a sweat innocent virgin that she dared not corrupt and I’m thinking, corrupt me, corrupt, but I never got so lucky.

All manner of people would come thru his door. Men who dressed up like women hoping to pick up another guy and not get beat up, Drug pushers, dealers and hit men.

And I was 16, living in Springfield, Illinois, the land of wheat and corn fields for miles and miles.  At seventeen I figure I already seen it all so I might as well joint the Navy, that was 34 years ago.

A lot of people may not realize that this song is about a future nuclear holocaust.

I study nuclear science

I love my classes

I got a crazy teacher, he wears dark glasses

Things are going great, and they’re only getting better

I’m doing all right, getting good grades

The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades,

I gotta wear shades

I’ve got a job waiting for my graduation

Fifty thou a year — buys a lot of beer

Things are going great, and they’re only getting better

I’m doing all right, getting good grades

The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades

I gotta wear shades

Well I’m heavenly blessed and worldly wise

I’m a peeping-tom techie with x-ray eyes

Things are going great, and they’re only getting better

I’m doing all right, getting good grades

The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades

I gotta wear shades

(instrumental break)

I study nuclear science

I love my classes

I got a crazy teacher, he wears dark glasses

Things are going great, and they’re only getting better

I’m doing all right, getting good grades

The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades

I gotta wear shades

I gotta wear shades

I gotta wear shades

Jeri posted this on her Facebook, don’t know where she found it, but this is really good

Army Arrangement

Today DropZoneRecords asked to be my friend on Youtube.  How do they find my and I can’t no.  It is so sad but true.  Our country makes a lot of money manufacturing weapons and this is something the media does not teach you.  At the same, they who buy our weapons sell us coffee, chocalette, gold and diamonds and ofcourse DRUGS.  The bad stuff, not Mary Jane.  How else can they survive when global warming, globalization and over population has made it impossible for them to survive outside our game.  When I say our game.  We’re talking boardrooms of investors only looking to increase the value of our stock.  The most profitable is the most righteous, why is that, and does anybody bother to ask how.  WE’VE GOT TO CHANGE THIS, and I don’t know how.

They do have a lot of stuff, check them out if you dare.