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Everyone is aware of the turmoil in Ukraine. The over simplified version is that Ukraine was moving toward Europe and away from Russia. Putin rattled the saber and offered aid (carrot and stick). Ukraine leadership fell in line with Russia and the populous rebelled. Many have already died.

Recall Steve Taylor’s song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEzi2M2u7eQ

http://www.sockheaven.net/discography/taylor/meltdown/05.html

After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear
Our “liberators” wanted Poland for a thoroughfare

I was a victim of December 1981
I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun

You plant your missiles while our people wait in line for bread
You hang an army tank above us by a bloody thread

You bought our government they crawl like bleating sheep to you
We know from history that human life is cheap to you

Over my dead body
Redemption draweth nigh
Over my dead body
I hear a battle cry

Try and blow out the fire
You’re fanning the flames
We’re gonna rise up from the ashes
‘Til we’re ashes again

You make a mockery of all that we hold sacred here
You drive us underground in hopes that we will disappear

We seek our sanctuary where the altar candle burns
Our dignity’s a legacy the cross of Jesus reaffirms

Over my dead body
Redemption draweth nigh
Over my dead body
I hear a battle cry

Try and blow out the fire
You’re fanning the flames
We’re gonna rise up from the ashes
‘Til we’re ashes again

After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear
Our “liberators” wanted Poland for a thoroughfare

Rise up my brothers don’t despair the Iron Curtain’s rod
Someday we’ll draw the string assisted by the hand of God

I was a victim of December 1981
I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun

You made a memory–the memory will multiply
You may kill the body but the spirit–it will never die

Over my dead body
Redemption draweth nigh
Over my dead body
I hear a battle cry

Try and blow out the fire
You’re fanning the flames
We’re gonna rise up from the ashes
‘Til we’re ashes again

http://www.sockheaven.net/discography/taylor/meltdown/05.html#about

The parallels in history to both the lead-up to WWI as well as the lead-up to WWII are astonishing. History does repeat. Let us prepare and let us fight for what is right. Resistance is not futile.

No one forgets the six millions Jews killed by the Nazis, though many seem to be preparing to let it happen again, but no one much remembers that the Soviets were responsible for 20 million deaths, many of the Ukrainian.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q21Mz9LGivQ

The warnings are there. We have no excuse.

I posted a couple of Steve Taylor song’s lyrics a few days ago. He is one of the greats. His songs have gravitas. Some are light, some are silly, some are severe, and some are sarcastic, even severely so. Whether he was addressing a spiritual issue, politics, or common and practical matters, they all say important things. Good stuff!

With a near perfect blend of humor and seriousness with exceptional music driving the lyrics, this one makes a clear statement about the church that has rung a clear tone for decades now. It is at least as applicable today.

A youtube presentation here:
This Disco (Used To Be A Cute Cathedral)
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Sunday needs a pick-me-up?
Here’s your chance
Do you get tired of the same old square dance?

Allemande right now
All join hands
Do-si-do to the promised boogieland

Got no need for altar calls
Sold the altar for the mirror balls
Do you shuffle? Do you twist?
‘Cause with a hot hits playlist, now we say

This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the year
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where we only play the stuff you’re wanting to hear

Mickey does the two-step
One, Two, Swing
All the little church mice doing their thing

Boppin’ in the belltower
Rumba to the right
Knock knock, who’s there? Get me out of this limelight

So, you want to defect?
Officer, what did you expect?
Got no rhythm, got no dough
He said, “Listen, Bozo, don’t you know”

This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain’t gonna be chic

Sell your holy habitats
This ship’s been deserted by sinking rats
The exclusive place to go
It’s where the pious pogo, don’t you know

This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the year
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where we only play the stuff you’re wanting to hear

This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain’t gonna be chic
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Envision if you will, yourself with family members next to you, another family across the studio, and Richard Dawson leans over and asks, “Dim lights, loud music, bright spotlights, colored lights synch’d with the music, and rotating special effects–where are you?” Your family is depending on you. You have to answer, and you say “CHURCH!” Your family members’ faces fall, the audience groans, Mr. Dawson reacts with veiled shock and unbelief, and he turns to the board and exclaims, “Survey says…” You don’t really expect to see that answer turn up do you? [Buzzer sounds!]

http://www.sockheaven.net/discography/taylor/meltdown/05.html

After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear Our “liberators” wanted Poland for a thoroughfare

I was a victim of December 1981 I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun

You plant your missiles while our people wait in line for bread You hang an army tank above us by a bloody thread

You bought our government they crawl like bleating sheep to you We know from history that human life is cheap to you

Over my dead body Redemption draweth nigh Over my dead body I hear a battle cry

Try and blow out the fire You’re fanning the flames We’re gonna rise up from the ashes ‘Til we’re ashes again

You make a mockery of all that we hold sacred here You drive us underground in hopes that we will disappear

We seek our sanctuary where the altar candle burns Our dignity’s a legacy the cross of Jesus reaffirms

Over my dead body Redemption draweth nigh Over my dead body I hear a battle cry

Try and blow out the fire You’re fanning the flames We’re gonna rise up from the ashes ‘Til we’re ashes again

After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear Our “liberators” wanted Poland for a thoroughfare

Rise up my brothers don’t despair the Iron Curtain’s rod Someday we’ll draw the string assisted by the hand of God

I was a victim of December 1981 I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun

You made a memory–the memory will multiply You may kill the body but the spirit–it will never die

Over my dead body Redemption draweth nigh Over my dead body I hear a battle cry

Try and blow out the fire You’re fanning the flames We’re gonna rise up from the ashes ‘Til we’re ashes again

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