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Living on the Border
anon:
Thanks for the links Fro -
What's True
Ripped erasers
problems
scrupels
thin skin
skinny box harmony
why wait
mistakes get made
nothing yet
wiped off
sunday manners
sideways looks
backyard bastards
possibilities
three assholes and a bassist
Cera Ouish
anon:
Joy
If life is water, I was dry as the Tucson dirt
If it's a gamble, I'd already lost my shirt
If it's a journey, I was dazed without a clue
I flipped a "U" back to the first love I ever knew
If life's a battle, the invasion is complete
If it's a rhythm, I have found the perfect beat
If it's a renaissance, I've got a new birthday
The world don't give it
And the world can't take it away
Bowed and broken, everything's new
All that I need, you're like water to seed
And how your love, rights everything wrong
In my weakness
You're ever stronger, you're pulling me back
Where I belong
You give me joy that's unspeakable
And I like it
Your love for me is irresistible
I can't fight it
You carried the cross and took my shame
I believe it
You shine your light of amazing grace
I receive it
I receive it
Steve Taylor & Peter Furler
exsafecounselor:
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.
--- Anon
Anonymous:
--- Quote ---On 2004-01-03 08:37:00, exsafecounselor wrote:
"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.
--- Anon
"
--- End quote ---
Indeed they are after us.
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What is Truth?
Pilate
anon:
Mom & Dad,
I'm fine. How are you? I have joined a
small circus (that much is true). I'm a
little malnourished, but try to relax.
Could you find a better photo for the milk
carton backs?
Send money.
Runaway
where's your head?
dreamers' dreams
are grounded
Mom & Dad,
I'm fair. How's life? Lent the money you
sent me to the clown with the knife. My
career as an acrobat hasn't begun, but
I'm busy giving blood and shoveling
elephant dung.
Send money.
Runaway
Why so tense?
dreamers' dreams
will make sense
- Chorus -
Runaway
blowing smoke
your folks are worried
(and going broke)
after the fall
is an all-new episode
reality
is the high road
- Chorus -
in reality
that comes from above
God is calling
there's no bigger love
It's his reality that welcomes us back
Trust and obey
there is no other way
Lyrics: Steve Taylor, Peter Furler
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