Sometimes.

This song by Klank well captures some of life’s ups and downs.

While I know this industrial metal won’t suit all tastes, give a listen. (Daniel Amos below should reach a majority.)

God?

from NUMB…Reborn by Klank

Tonight’s another night
I wander aimlessly
To put it all in place
A picture I don’t see

And when I close my eyes
I don’t care if I wake
I use the same excuses
I make the same mistakes

Sometimes it seems so hard
Like you’re ignoring me
I wonder if you do exist
And what you mean to me…

Sometimes I think you hate me

Sometimes I think you hate me

(background comments: This-is your future—think about it)

Is this some kind of test
Or way to make me see
There has to be a reason
Why it’s happening to me

How much more to cry
Until I have a clue
The emptiness I’m feeling
Does it come down to you?

Show me everything
And tell me what to feel
My eyes have been so jaded
That I don’t know what is real

Sometimes I think you hate me

Sometimes I think you hate me

(background comments: This-is your future—think about it)

Sometimes I think you hate me

Sometimes I think you hate me

(background comments)

I expect the latest album, Dig Here, Said the Angel, by Daniel Amos will find favor among most, but give a listen to this one. Terry Scott Taylor has such a way with words, such insights.

http://www.danielamos.com/da/digheresaidtheangel/theusesofadversity.html

The Uses of Adversity

from the album “Dig Here Said the Angel”

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2013 Shape of Air Music
I found your handprints on the pages of history
I said your ways are past finding out
‘Cause you’re much too small if you’re not a Mystery
So don’t send me rain if I bloom in drought
No don’t send me certainty
If somehow it’s best for me to doubt

In the days of the nail and nights of the lash
In the season of the quake and the lightning flash
You become a slight impression on a threadbare shroud
While you hide yourself away somewhere behind a thundercloud
And I won’t pray for certainty or faith that’s always free from doubt

‘Cause I’m inclined to thrive in misery
When I’m kneeling in the garden of Gethsemane
Yes I’m inclined to thrive in misery
When I’m kneeling in the garden of Gethsemane
Crying Oh Oh Oh My God, my God, have you forsaken me
Or is this grace disguised as adversity?

My heartbeat is the pounding of your iron hand breaking me
Who knows where this shattering love is taking me
‘Cause you’re much too small if you’re not a Mystery
So don’t send me rain if I bloom in drought
No don’t send me certainty if somehow it’s best for me to doubt

I found your handprints on the pages of history
I said your ways are past finding out

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