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It’s still the 80s (well, maybe),

And Stryper is still rocking the long-hair.

Sorry
It doesn’t always make it starry
Maybe next time be more charming
So you don’t have to say Sorry

Actually, I was thinking of going a bit farther back:

What a mess the world is in, I wonder who began it
Don’t ask me, I’m only visiting the planet
This world is not my home
I’m just passing through

And,

Don’t forget, without love, you ain’t nothin’.

It is truly sad this song is still so relevant:

And your money says in God we trust,
But it’s against the law to pray in school;
You say we beat the Russians to the moon,
And I say you starved your children to do it.
You say all men are equal, all men are brothers,
Then why are the rich more equal than others?
Don’t ask me for the answer, I’ve only got one:
That a man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son

Terry Scott Taylor panegyrized the stark harshness of our times when, with Daniel Amos, he had a father explain that for some of us, our lot in life is steel rain.

Larry Norman pointed out years before that life was filled with guns and war, and everyone got trampled on the floor.

He went on to point out:

the politicians all make speeches
while the news men all take note
and they exaggerate the issues
as they shove them down our throats
is it really up to them
whether this country sinks or floats
well i wonder who would lead us
if none of us would vote

and your money says in God we trust
but it’s against the law to pray in school
you say we beat the russians to the moon
and i say you starved your children to do it
you say all men are equal all men are brothers
then why are the rich more equal than others
don’t ask me for the answer i’ve only got one
that a man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son

Government is the greatest threat we still face.

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

And it shouldn’t be.

Daniel Amos

The boy thinks God may be over on the devil’s side

Ah Kalhöun!

http://www.danielamos.com/da/kalhoun/fatherexplains.html

Father Explains

from the album “Kalhöun”

Words and music by Terry Taylor
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int’l.. ASCAP/BMI
His bare feet are calloused, he hikes up his pants
His mother says “Son you’re too young for the ranks”
We need food for our family not airplanes and tanks
And that’s where the moneys all gone

Eight brothers and sisters, but three of them died
Caught out in the marketplace with nowhere to hide
The boy thinks God may be over on the devil’s side
Where the line in the sand has been drawn

Father’s screaming now “Somebody put out the light
If God wills it now we’ll be in heaven tonight”
(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Hit the ground like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain
“It’s our lot in life, son” his father explains

When the total of life has been suffering and hate
Death on the doorsteps and endless debate
Then God only knows how much blood it will take
Before someone makes right all the wrong

So bitter and hardened, too old for his age
The boy screams his madness, succumbs to his rage
Now he’s just another death on the bottom of the page
And that’s how the story goes on

Father’s screaming now “Somebody put out the light
If God wills it now we’ll be in heaven tonight”
(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Scarred the ground like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain
“It’s our lot in life, daughter” her father explains 

Daniel Amos (and Terry Scott Taylor), best that’s ever been.

I knew this man. I think God tried to warn me, and I didn’t hear well enough.

We all know someone else who fits this. If only we can come to our senses.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7-A7sqvEc8

http://www.danielamos.com/da/kalhoun/bigwarmswede.html

Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int’l.. ASCAP/BMI
He will always trust his own vision
Could be a dangerous man
He’s guided by no one
Attracted to the sound
Of the interior voices
He will not listen hard enough
To any other man

Chorus:
He gets a big warm sweet interior glowing
He gets a grand elitist superior knowing
This convinces us he’s infallible – yeah

By sheer force of will
He leaves a deep impression
Self-confidence persuades us that he is a saint
Then we watch him tear apart another city
Turns it to dust and ash
A mighty nation’s falling

(Chorus)

He downs another coffee
And the feeling grows
He’s building monuments so high
In his expanding mind
He eats a six course dinner
And hears the voice of the spirit
This voice says
“Well done my very good and faithful servant”

(Chorus)

Terry Scott Taylor, especially combined with this group we’ve known so long as Daniel Amos. They really are among the best every. The world so often misses the greatest among us. It is sad we fall for those who seem to have a glow, as well as those who glitter and shine with a false flame.

As good as all their work is, much of it true masterpiece, their latest is absolutely the best album of 2013, and the best of Daniel Amos. Amazing on so many levels. Dig Here, Said the Angel is a worthy of addition to your collection.

If you are one of the vinyl devotees, then you can get a special edition disk at their website:

http://www.danielamos.com/

http://www.amazon.com/Dig-Here-Said-The-Angel/dp/B00E84OIYI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1390628485&sr=8-1&keywords=daniel+amos

Spotify has all their work as well.

nuff said

http://thinkchristian.reframemedia.com/top-ten-2013-albums

Wow. This review of Daniel Amos’ latest work is absolutely worth your time to read. If you already have album, you know what the reviewer says. I’ll warn you that you might have to slog through a paragraph or two. Fred Sanders’ writing style doesn’t quite suit my tastes, but he says things well, and he says about the album and band much of what should be said.

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/scriptorium/2013/10/dig-here-said-the-angel/

http://www.danielamos.com/

I consider Terry Scott Taylor one of the true musical geniuses of our time. His work deserves much more acknowledgement than it has ever received.

By the way, “Now that I’ve Died” says “I’m never cynical, but still a little sarcastic”. I hold that as the key to the song. Mr. Taylor is imploring us to do what we can here, and not wait for our coming perfection.

“Babe, I’m happy now, and much more grateful
Not to mention less contentious, vengeful and hateful
Guess I’m what you would call childlike and playful”

I’m renewing my commitment to bring a bit more heaven to earth in my own life, in the here and now, for myself and all I may touch.

Musically, and in other ways as well, that is what this album does.

I agree with Paul’s discourse on love (written to the Corinthians) and take this as a personal command:

Believe the best in everyone.

Likewise with the first few verses of the second chapter of Philippians, and the last few verses of Romans 12.

And I temper this with the Lord’s instructions to the Apostles recorded in Matthew 10: Be mindful of the wolves and be wise as serpents.

Selwyn Duke has such a knack for making me think. Here is another insightful article from him.

Articles: The Naïve Cynic.

A Terry Scott Taylor song kept running through my head while reading:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wsyp3yU2D-Q

The Bubble Bursts from the album “BibleLand”

http://www.danielamos.com/da/bibleland/thebubblebursts.html

Words and Music by Terry Taylor

©1994 Twitchen Vibes/B-1 Music/ Chenka-Chenka Music/ Word Music, ASCAP

I’m not quite as bad as you think I am

Not quite as good as you might have planned

I let you down and I’ll do it again

I’ll burst your bubble

I’ll burst your bubble

I’ll burst your bubble

that thin membrane’s

in lots of trouble

I value all the words you don’t want to hear

Conceal every doubt that you’ve learned to fear

Your heroes are just human and this much is clear

Come early, take a number and then stand in line

where I’ll wrap each disappointment in a warning sign

No there’ll be no big surprises when I’m in decline

When you say your prayers

please include my name

if my humanity causes you some pain

Hoping for the best

and I will do the same

So hold up my heart

if I twist your brain

Awesome! (Note: “I’m never cynical, but still a little sarcastic“)

Maybe I’ll remember to link a youtube if one shows up and I remember.

Do I need to look up Romans 6 and 7 for you? Perhaps Colossians 2? I bet you get it.

Daniel Amos : Dig Here Said the Angel Lyrics.

Now That I’ve Died

from the album “Dig Here Said the Angel”

Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor

©2013 Shape of Air Music

Babe, I’m happy now, and much more grateful

Not to mention less contentious, vengeful and hateful

Guess I’m what you would call childlike and playful

Just swimming with the tide

I lost me stiff, stiff neck and my hard, hard, heart

My self-respect is off the charts

Just hanging out here on the other side

Dead to my pride, now that I’ve died

I can’t hurt you now or harm anyone

I’m too busy helping people and having fun

I’m not a loner anymore since I joined the tribe

On the other side

And I love my neighbor as I love myself

I’m loved by God I’ve got my health

I’m going strong and becoming wise

I couldn’t lie if I tried,

Now that I’ve died!

My new skin glows, I can’t help but smile

Cuz the music round here is just my style

Every door’s been unlocked and I’m going inside

All bushy tailed and wide eyed

I sell records world wide now that I’ve died

Up here I don’t hold back, I never flinch

I go the extra mile when asked for an inch

And the rich serve the poor and the poor are the rich

It’s kind of hard to describe

I’m never cynical, but still a little sarcastic

By the way the cuisine here is pretty fantastic

And I never have to ask what’s the truth what’s a lie

It’s pretty cut and dried

Now that I’ve died!

Like I said babe, I’m so much more grateful

Imagine me all honorable and faithful!

But things have changed, I’m not so unstable

Completely satisfied

And the future’s getting brighter

Now that I’m past the hard part

Of walkin’ through that dark door

Into the darkest dark

Let me say baby, (all this missing you aside)

I’ve never been more alive,

Now that I’ve died!

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