Helluva Jesus
(partial lyric) copyright 2006 Timbre Wolf
You tell me Jesus is coming - trumpets blowing on the clouds
You say He’s bringing judgement and He’s nine hundred feet tall
You’re telling everyone about Him, ain’t you gonna make Him so proud?
I seem to remember something ’bout His voice being “still” and “small”
The way I read the Good Book - says “the Word of God’s in your heart”
But you’ve bound it up with leather so it better suits your purpose
Beating us up with the Bible and condemning us is your art
You’re just spewing hatred ’stead of handing out love’s surplus
Oh, oh oh, oo -oo
On Earth as it is in Heaven,
why make it hell this time?
We eat the bread without the leaven,
and turn the water into wine
Which I drink and you condemn me.
I don’t want to know your Jesus
‘Cause He ain’t friendly
It should not matter if Obama is Muslim, African or Irish. It should not matter if he is Democrat or Republican, Baptist, Catholic or Atheist. It should not matter if he is man, woman or a little of both. And it should not matter if he is black, white, red or purple.
VOTE FOR THE PERSON
But there is a right wing group that is PNB (Prejudice Narrow Minded Bigot). Unfortunately they believe everybody is like them. They are saying not to vote for Obama because he is a black Muslim, connecting him to terrorists and such. Some will vote for McCain because Palin is a woman. These people are a small minority of PNB, but they might be enough to turn an election in a tight race.
So to them I say, F**k you, Obama is an Irish Christian White Boy and his VP is Catholic, sorry though, he’s not a woman, but I’m sure he’ll save this country anyway. Well maybe he’ll try and I think I’ll leave that one alone. He’s the best of two evils. I say vote for him, that’s who I’m voting for, but whoever you vote for “VOTE FOR THE PERSON!”
They’ve been together now for 2,000 years He knows her And she knows him Ain’t much to talk about anymore In that cave It gets cold When the fire don’t burn But she don’t want to venture from there There are dinosaurs not to far from there She just had to see Bravely she went out Wondering what it could be To here surprise, a rabbit with wings took her to the sky But wouldn’t you know it A flying rabbit can’t live in a cage And she’s not ready to leave They meet when they can He flies her high and they make plans Someday maybe they’ll share a tree house together
This poem is about the same person I wrote “Everybody Knows, I Don’t Know, They Just Do” a previously posted poem. It’s about me, her husband and her. In this poem I am the rabbit. Let me explain that. This woman was an extremely orgasmic woman. I took it as a challenge to bring her to her last climax. In one session I counted 24 orgasms and she could still go on and I was wore out, but I gave it a try, that’s why I’m the rabbit. That of course will give you a clearer understanding as to why her sickly husband felt he needed my help to make her happy.
You might think it would be so wonderful, but after a time you start to feel jealous that it is so easy for her while you have to work just to have one orgasm, it looses its flavor after a time.
She was a wonderful woman, if she just wasn’t so possessive. I am nobody’s property, and nobody should ever be any body’s property. I don’t care what society thinks, its wrong. My evidence, the divorce rate. A captured animal will always try to escape, and we are all animals, believe it or not!
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
“Shadow,” said he,
“Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?”
“Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,”
The shade replied-
“If you seek for Eldorado!”
Edgar Allan Poe
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My brother Richard working together with other songwriters; Felix Stehle wrote this instrumental and Richard my brother used a poem by Edgar Allan Poe called Eldorado. The background voice is his daughter. Was going to get this up earlier but my host had taken an unknown hit. It must have been those communists the “CIA” (Communist’s in America) who spy on U.S. citizens at the pleasure of king George. Really!!! you didn’t know that?
Lyrics to Bomb The World (Armageddon Version) :
I don’t understand the reason why
You tellin’ us all that we need to unify
Rally round the flag
And beat the drums of war
Sing the same old songs
Ya know we heard ‘em all before
You tellin’ me it’s unpatriotic
But I call it what I see it
When I see it’s idiotic
The tears of one mother
Are the same as any other
Drop food on the kids
While you’re murderin’ their fathers
But don’t bother to show it on CNN
Brothers and sisters don’t believe them
It’s not a war against evil
It’s really just revenge
Engaged by the poorest by the same rich men
Fight terrorists wherever they be found
But why you not bombing Tim McVeigh’s hometown?
You can say what you want propaganda television
But all bombing is terrorism
(chorus)
We can chase down all our enemies
Bring them to their knees
We can bomb the world to pieces
But we can’t bomb it into peace
Whoa we may even find a solution
To hunger and disease
We can bomb the world to pieces
But we can’t bomb it into peace
911
Fire in the skies
Many people died
And no one even really knows why
They tellin’ lies of division and fear
We yelled and cried
No one listened for years
But like, “who put us here?”
And who’s responsible?
Well, there’s no debatin’
Cause if they ask me I say
It’s big corporations
World trade organisation
Tri-lateral action
International sanctions, Satan
Seems like it’ll be an endless price tag
Of wars tremendous
And most disturbingly
The death toll is so horrendous
So I send this to those
Who say they defend us
Send us into harm’s way
We should all make a remembrance that
This is bigger than terrorism
Blood is blood is blood and um
Love is true vision
Who will listen?
How many songs it takes for you to see
You can bomb the world to pieces
You can’t bomb it into peace
(chorus)
Power to the peaceful
And I say, love to the people y’all
Power to the peaceful
And I say, love to the people y’all
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Words and Music by Bob Dylan
1963 Warner Bros. Inc
Renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead
I wish there was a hell that these assholes who create death and destruction for profit would go to for all the hell they created.
