A BREACH OF PROMISE by Anne Perry Pgs. 308-09

 A BREACH OF PROMISE by Anne Perry   Pgs. 308-09


    "Was there any evidence of Miss Melville's having eaten or drunk anything since returning home that evening?"  the coroner asked.
    "We saw nothing, sir,"  the policeman replied unhappily.  "It seemed the young lady had no resident servant.  There was nothing
out of place.  No food had been prepared and there was no crockery or glasses showing as been used."
    "Did you search for any container for pills or powders, Sergeant?"  the coroner pressed.
    "Yes sir, an' we found nothing except a paper for a headache powder screwed up in the wastepaper basket in the bedroom.
We looked very careful, sir.  Fair turned the place inside out."
    "I see.  Thank you.  You also looked for bottles, I presume?  Even clean ones which might have been used and then washed out?"
    "Yes sir.  No empty packets, bottles, vials, papers, nothing.  And we took away and had tested what was still in use.  All harmless
domestic stuff as you'd find in most people's homes."
    "Very diligent.  Have you any idea where Miss Melville obtained the poison which killed her, or where she administered it to herself?"
    "No, sir, we have not."
    "Thank you.  That is all.  You may step down."
    Rathbone looked around again as the sergeant left and the police surgeon was called.  Monk sat lost in gloom.  He looked about
as miserable and angry as Rathbone felt.  There was a certain companionship in their silence.  Neither of them had the slightest desire to try to express his thoughts in words.  It was a vague comfort for Rathbone to know that he was not alone in his struggle to find meaning in this, in his profound unhappiness and sense of having been helpless and inadequate all the way along.

    The police surgeon gave evidence as to his surprise at discovering the deceased was a woman and not a man as she had at first
appeared.  But she was in every physical way quite normal--indeed, dressed appropriately she would have been a handsome woman, even beautiful, in her own way.  He said it quietly and with great sadness.

    There was a hush in the room as he spoke.  Someone coughed.  Someone else stifled a nervous giggle and was instantly glared at.  People seemed to be both embarrassed and moved by a deep sense of loss and the finality of death.
    "And the cause of Miss Melville's death?"  the coroner asked.
    "Belladonna poisoning, sir," the surgeon answered without hesitation.
    "Can you be certain of that?"
    "Absolutely.  I found traces of belladonna in the deceased's internal organs.  And on examination of the body, every sign led me
to consider it as a probable cause of death."  

Stephen Wilson, Jr. - Cørnerman

Stephen Wilson, Jr. - Cørnerman 

Jab, Jab, 1,2,3,4...
1,2...1,2
Uppercut, 3,4
Body
Jab to the body
Gotta set up your punches
Or he’s gonna eat your lunch, son

Why why did you die young?
Why you, damn you
Hell my head's still rung
Shot to the body
Right to the body
Ribs left broken
Too much left unspoken
I stood frozen

Didn't getta say goodbye like ya should
Hey nothing about ya gone is any good
Where are you, tell me where are you?

I still need you in my corner, man
Tell me to stop dropping my right hand
Bob n' weave, duck don’t run
When that bell rings son a rumble’s begun
No matter what...
The fight has to go on as planned
But I still need you
I still need you in my corner, man

Breathe in
Sit down right here
There's no time for no tears
It's been a long damn year
I know you're hurtin’
The pain of a certain one
If you step through the ropes
Know you've already won
Them shoulders weigh a ton
So try to catch your breath while you can
‘Cause there's another round around the corner, man

I still need you in my corner, man
Cornerman
I still need you
I still need you in my corner, man

Jab, Jab, 1,2,3,4...
1,2...1,2
Jab, Jab, 1,2,3,4...
1,2...1,2
Jab, Jab, 1,2,3,4...
1,2...1,2

EAT PRAY LOVE by Elizabeth Gilbert -- Chapter 57

EAT PRAY LOVE by Elizabeth Gilbert -- Chapter 57 

    The search for God is a reversal of the normal, mundane worldly order.  In the search for God, you revert from what attracts
you and swim toward that which is difficult.  You abandon your comforting and familiar habits with the hope (the mere hope!) that
something greater will be offered you in return for what you've given up.  Every religion in the world operates on the same common
understandings of what it means to be a good disciple--get up early and pray to your God, hone your virtues, be a good neighbor,
respect yourself and others, master your cravings.  We all agree that it would be easier to sleep in, and many of us do, but for 
millennia there have been others who choose instead to get up before the sun and wash their faces and go to their prayers.  And 
then fiercely try to hold on to their devotional convictions throughout the lunacy of another day.

    The devout of this world perform their rituals without guarantee that anything good will ever come of it.  Of course there are
plenty of scriptures and plenty of priests who make plenty of promises as to what your good works will yield (or threats as to the
punishments awaiting you if you lapse), but to even believe all this is an act of faith, because nobody amongst us is shown the endgame.  Devotion is diligence without assurance.  Faith is a way of saying, "Yes, I pre-accept the terms of the universe and I embrace in advance what I am presently incapable of understanding."  There's a reason we refer to "leaps of faith" --because the decision to consent to any notion of divinity is a mighty jump from the rational over to the unknowable, and I don't care how diligently scholars of every religion will try to sit you down with their stacks of books and prove to you through scripture that their faith is indeed rational;  it isn't.  If faith were rational, it wouldn't be--by definition--faith.  Faith is belief in what you cannot see or prove or touch.  Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark.  If we truly knew all the answers in advance as to the meaning of life and the nature of God and the destiny of our souls, our belief would not be a leap of faith and it would not be a courageous act of humanity;  it would just be . . .  a prudent insurance policy.  

    I'm not interested in the insurance industry.  I'm tired of being a skeptic, I'm irritated by spiritual prudence and I feel bored and
parched by empirical debate.  I don't want to hear it anymore.  I couldn't care less about evidence and proof and assurances.  I just
want God.  I want God inside me.  I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on water.

Lord Huron - The Stranger -- 10/19/2011 - The Living Room, New York, NY

Lord Huron - The Stranger 

 I can't trust anyone or anything these days

If you are who you say you are, then show your face
Came out of the ocean like you came out of a dream
Your voice it sounds familiar, but you are not what you seem

All words of comfort can not take away my doubt
I've decided if it kills me, I'll find out what you're about
I can't trust anyone or anything these days

But I know what you want and why
Of all the strangers, you're the strangest that I've seen
I'm not afraid to die
I can't trust anyone or anything these days

You are not the one you say you are
You are not the one you say you are

I can't trust anyone or anything these days
If you are who you say you are, then show me your face
Know enough to say you are not what you claim to be
I've kept close watch upon you and I don't like what I see

Can't escape the feeling that you'll get me in the night
I'll sleep with one eye open, and I'm not afraid to fight
I can't trust anyone or anything these days

But I know what you want and why
Of all the strangers, you're the strangest that I've seen
I'm not afraid to die
I can't trust anyone or anything these days

Know what you want and why
Of all the strangers, you're the strangest that I've seen
I'm not afraid to die
I can't trust anyone or anything these days

You are not the one you say you are
You are not the one you say you are
You are not the one you say you are
You are not the one you say you are

Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name
Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name
Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name
Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name

Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name
Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name
Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name
Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name

Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name
Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your name
Now that I've seen your face, I'm haunted by the letters of your-

War on Drugs - Thinking of a Place (LIVE Oct 15, 2022)

  War on Drugs - Thinking of a Place

It was back in Little Bend that I saw you
Light was changing on the water
Where birds above had flown
There was pain in your eyes
So you vanished in the night
Missouri River in the distance
So I lied upon the lawn
I remember walking against the darkness of the beach
Love is like a ghost in the distance, out of reach
Travel through the night 'cause there is no fear
Alone but right behind, until I watched you disappear
I'm moving through the dark
Of a long black night
Just moving with the moon
And the light it shines
And I'm thinking of a place
And it feels so very real
Just moving through the dark
Once I had a dream
I was falling from the sky
Coming down like running water
Passing by myself in light
In the morning, I would wake
To the sound of someone's voice
Like little whispers through the silence
I'm moving through the dark
Of a long black night
I'm looking at the moon
And the light it shines
But I'm thinking of a place
And it feels so very real
Oh, sufferer of love
Come and take my hand, babe
There's a turn in the road that we've been taking
Let it set you free
'Cause there's a rhythm in the way that we've been moving
Yeah, there's a darkness over there, but we ain't going
See it through my eyes
Walk me to the water
Hold my hand as something turns to me
Love me every night
Drown me in the water
Hold my hand, is something turning me?
See it through my eyes
Love me like no other
And hold my hand as something turns to me
And turns me into you
Lead me through tonight
Pull me from the water
Hold my hand as something turns to me
Turns me into you
Just see it through my eyes
Love me like no other
Hold my hand as something turns to me
Turns me into you
Turning me into you

hazlett - Old Salt

hazlett - Old Salt 

Old salt, bad news
I'm still here but where are you
A valley that you came from
Held on a little too long and
Old salt I got you

You

Cowboy cut loose
The day is done, but not for you
A valley that you came from
Held on a little too long and
Old salt I got you

You

Sonic Revolt - Holiday (Green Day cover)

Sonic Revolt - Holiday by Green Day 

Say hey!
Cha!
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (hey!)
The shame, the ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today, and
Oh I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives (whoa, oh, whoa, oh)
On holiday!
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (hey!)
To find the money's on the other side
Can I get another amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument
Oh I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives (whoa, oh, whoa, oh)
On holiday!
Hey!
Three, four!
The representative from California has the floor
"Sieg Heil" to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
"Bang! Bang!" goes the broken glass, and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Try to fight fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just 'cause (hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Just 'cause, because we're outlaws, yeah (hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Oh I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives (whoa, oh, whoa, oh)
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives (whoa, oh, whoa, oh)
This is our lives on holiday!

Mick Iredale - The Impossible Dream (cover)

 Mick Iredale - The Impossible Dream

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
And to run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
And to love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march, march into Hell
For that heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable, the unreachable, the unreachable star

And I always dream the impossible dream
Yes, when I'll reach the unreachable star

"The Glass Castle" by Jeannette Walls pg. 35 (The Joshua Tree)

 "The Glass Castle" by Jeannette Walls  pg. 35

AFTER WE PULLED UP  stakes in San Francisco, we headed for the Mojave Desert.  Near the Eagle Mountains,
Mom made Dad stop the car.  She'd seen a tree on the side of the road that had caught her fancy.

    It wasn't just any tree.  It was an ancient Joshua tree.  It stood in a crease of land where the desert ended
and the mountain began, forming a wind tunnel.  From the time the Joshua tree was a tiny sapling, it had been
so beaten down by the whipping wind that, rather than trying to grow skyward, it had grown in the direction
that the wind pushed it.  It existed now in a permanent state of windblownness, leaning over so far that it seemed
ready to topple, although, in fact, its roots held it firmly in place.

    I thought the Joshua tree was ugly.  It looked scraggly and freakish, permanently stuck in its twisted, tortured
position, and it made me think of how some adults tell you not to make weird faces because your features could freeze.
Mom, however, thought it was one of the most beautiful trees she had ever seen.  She told us she had to paint it.  
While she was setting out her easel, Dad drove up the road to see what was ahead.  He found a scattering of parched 
little houses, trailers settling into the sand, and shacks with rusty tin roofs.  It was called Midland.  One of the little 
houses had a for-rent sign.  "What the hell,"  Dad said, "this place is as good as any other."

"The Glass Castle" by Jeannette Walls pg. 35-37 (That Old Demon)

 "The Glass Castle" by Jeannette Walls  pg. 35-37

The house we rented had been built by a mining company.  It was white, with two rooms and a swaybacked roof. 
There were no trees, and the desert sand ran right up to the back door.  At night you could hear coyotes howling.

    When we first got to Midland, those coyotes kept me awake, and as I lay in bed, I'd hear other sounds--Gila
monsters rustling in the underbrush, moths knocking against the screens, and the creosote cracking in the wind.
One night when the lights were out and I could see a sliver of moon through the window, I heard a slithering noise
on the floor.

    "I think there's something under our bed,"  I said to Lori.
    "It's merely a figment of your overly active imagination,"  Lori said.  She talked like a grown-up when she was annoyed.
    I tried to be brave, but I had heard something.  In the moonlight, I thought I saw it move.
    "Something's there,"  I whispered.
    "Go to sleep,"  Lori said.
    Holding my pillow over my head for protection, I ran into the living room, where Dad was reading.  "What's up, 
Mountain Goat?" he asked.  He called me that because I never fell down when we were climbing mountains--sure-footed
as a mountain goat, he'd always say.
    "Nothing, probably," I said.  "I just think maybe I saw something in the bedroom."  Dad raised his eyebrows.  "But it was
probably just a figment of my overly active imagination."
    "Did you get a good look at it?"  he asked.
    "Not really."
    "You must have seen it.  Was it a big old hairy sonofabitch with the damnedest-looking teeth and claws?"
    "Yes!  Yes!  You've seen it, too?"
    "Better believe I have.  It's that old ornery bastard Demon."
    Dad said he had been chasing Demon for years.  By now, Dad said, that old Demon had figured out that it had better
not mess with Rex Walls.  But if that sneaky son of a gun thought it was going to terrorize Rex Wall's little girl, it had by
God got another think coming.  "Go fetch my hunting knife,"  Dad said.
    I got Dad his knife with the carved bone handle and the blade of blue German steel, and he gave me a pipe wrench,
and we went looking for Demon.  We looked under my bed, where I had seen it, but it was gone.  We looked all around
the house--under the table, in the dark corners of the closets, in the toolbox, even outside in the trash cans.
    "C'mere, you sorry-ass old Demon!"  Dad called out in the desert night, "Come out and show your butt-ugly face, you 
yellow-bellied monster!"
    "Yeah, c'mon, you old mean Demon!"  I said, waving the pipe wrench in the air.  "We're not scared of you!"

    There was only the sound of the coyotes in the distance.  "This is just like that chickenshit Demon,"  Dad said.  He sat
down on the front step and lit up a cigarette, then told me a story about the time Demon was terrorizing an entire town, and 
Dad fought it off in hand-to-hand combat, biting its ears and sticking his fingers in its eyes.  Old Demon was terrified because
that was the first time it had met anyone who wasn't afraid of it.  "Damned old Demon didn't know what to think,"  Dad said
shaking his head with a chuckle.  That was the thing to remember about all monsters, Dad said:  they love to frighten people,
but the minute you stare them down, they turn tail and run.  "All you have to do, Mountain Goat, is show old Demon
that you're not afraid."  
 

James Blunt - Weight Of It All

James Blunt - Weight Of It All 

Deep in the eyes is the first place that you'll see it
Back of my mind I can't escape the ghosts
And it doesn't back off till every last thought's been dismantled
Even the smallest piece is more than I can handle

I'm not looking for a bridge to jump from
I'm just looking for a hand to hold
Oh, I'm paralyzed by my body keeping score
Woah, I'm losing my grip, hard to admit
I need somebody to call
Hanging onto a house of cards ready to fall
Under the weight of it all
Under the weight of it all
Under the weight of it all

There's a spirit that sings in the fire, I can hear it when the light burns low
And somewhere in this raging heart, these are the things I know
I'd like to be somebody I'm not, a casualty of things that I've lost
It's what happens when the voice is disconnected from the soul

I'm not looking for a bridge to jump from
I'm just looking for a hand to hold
Oh, I'm paralyzed by my body keeping score
Woah, I'm losing my grip, hard to admit
I need somebody to call
Hanging onto a house of cards ready to fall
Under the weight of it all
Under the weight of it all
Under the weight of it all

I'll remind myself one day
This will all be washed away
And I know right now, that there's no way out
I'm just caught in the pouring rain

I'm not looking for a bridge to jump from
I'm just looking for a hand to hold
Oh, I'm paralyzed by my body keeping score
Woah, I'm losing my grip, hard to admit
I need somebody to call
Hanging onto a house of cards ready to fall
Under the weight of it all
Under the weight of it all 
Under the weight of it all  

Cage The Elephant - Dying in Reverse

Cage The Elephant - Dying in Reverse 

[Verse 1]
I see the colors bleed from my mind
Knees go weak
Shivers of my spine
Go on and clip my wings
While in mid air
I won't be holdin' my breath
You know that time don't care
It's not a figure of speech
'Cause on a drop of a dime
Boy, you're better believe
It's just a matter of time

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm dying in reverse
I feel like I'm dying (Oh yeah)
I feel like I'm dying in reverse
So why are you crying? (Oh yeah)

[Verse 2]
I take that ripped parachute and I'm cutting it loose
I finally opened my eyes
I don't need no more proof
I wanna taste your disaster on the tip of my tongue
To the back of my mind
Where the damage was done
Sometimes I wish that I could blow my mind right out of my head
My ride out of here

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm dying in reverse
I feel like I'm dying (Oh yeah)
I feel like I'm dying in reverse
So why are you crying? (Oh yeah)

[Bridge]
Dive into this ceiling, more than just a feeling
Back to the beginning of love
Pushing through the mirror
I can see it clearer
There's no difference between us

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm dying in reverse
I feel like I'm dying (Oh yeah)
I feel like I'm dying in reverse
So why are you crying? (Oh yeah)

[Outro]
Cryin' like a baby, I ain't got no past
Keep my eyes ahead and no I won't look back
Dying just to live I'm gonna make it last
I don't even care if I make it back

Cryin' like a baby, I ain't got no past
Keep my eyes ahead and no I won't look back
Dying just to live I'm gonna make it last
I don't even care if I make it back

Johnny Blue Skies - "Don't Let Go" ( Live @ Moody Center, Austin, Texas 9-4-26)

 Johnny Blue Skies - "Don't Let Go"

[Verse 1]
Baby, we've been together for a long, long time
I've been meaning to tell you that you're still all mine
I swear to god time slows down
Every time you walk in the room
For a while it felt like we were dying
Now we're starting to bloom

[Chorus]
I keep trying to tell you
You've got a hold on me
Do you wanna see me crawl across the floor, down on my knees
I know you're never that far away
But sometimes I feel so low
Baby, hold on
Don't let go

[Verse 2]
Ain't no way around it, we're getting older
And the world outside these walls is gеtting colder
Every night I lay down next to you, I start to smouldеr
I fall apart, surrender to your love

[Chorus]
I keep trying to tell you
You've got a hold on me
Do you wanna see me crawl across the floor, down on my knees
Know you're never that far away
But sometimes I feel so low
Baby, hold on
Don't let go

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 3]
Baby, we've been together for a long, long time
I've been trying to tell you that you're still all mine
I swear to god time slows down
Every time you walk in the room
For a while it felt like we were dying
Now we're starting to bloom

[Chorus]
I keep trying to tell you
You've got a hold on me
Do you wanna see me crawl across the floor, down on my knees
Know you're never that far away
But sometimes I feel so low
So baby, hold on
Don't let go

Mike Rauss - Where Do I Belong (live on a rooftop)

 Mike Rauss - Where Do I Belong 

Moving onwards all the time
I chose this life and now it’s mine,
but it’s starting to feel restless.

I wander, travel, journey on,
trying to find myself a home,
but I still don’t know where that is,
I don’t know.

This life on the road
Has taken its toll
And I’ve given it all

The faces all change
The feelings the same
No place to remain

Cause no matter how far

I've drifted apart
There's no home in my heart

Where do I belong,
I'm here then I'm gone
I keep moving on

Steven Wilson - Requiem for a Village (The Village Hall Sessions)

Steven Wilson - Requiem for a Village 

from Genius lyrics

[Intro]
Born never asked
Sun cuts through the fog, radiates in requiem
Tending the graves, six feet under with no mark except [?]

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 1]
Weekend love, kissing down by the cemetery
They rise and they dance with supremacy
They scream at the traffic on the motorway
Folklore making way for what's necessary (Yeah)

[Chorus]
'Tis as if you dress like you got some authority
I don't think you understand the severity
In the club where you lost your virginity
Now it's all just a question of paternity

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
They got kids vaping down by the nursery
Parents drown in helplessness and entropy
In the woods, a man from the mental institution
Making movies for independent distribution

[Verse 3]
A [?] standing at the edge of the seventies
Better people who can do just as they please
Behind the curtains [?] their devices
Swear to secrecy, the consequences of their surprises

[Chorus]
'Tis as if you dress like you got some authority
I don't think you understand the severity
In the club where you lost your virginity
Now it's all just a question of paternity

[Bridge]
Living in the country, we're all f---ed up
All dressed up like monkeys, we breed like dogs
We live in the past, we don't advance
Won't ever rest, so come with us
Living in the country, we're all f---ed up
All dressed up like monkeys, we breed like dogs
We live in the past, we don't advance
Won't ever rest, so come with us

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
[?]
Rusty gateways creak reserving [?]
[?]
New gods growing from the soil will last eternity
[?]

J8KE (12) - Shine on You Crazy Diamond (guitar cover Pink Floyd) Santa Monica Beach

J8KE (12) - Shine on You Crazy Diamond  

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! 


Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph,
sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine

Kings of Leon - My Whole World

Kings of Leon - My Whole World 

 [Verse 1]
Twenty-nine days 'til our ship comes in
We’ll be together again
They say, "Bubba, how you've been?
How's your mom and them?"
We’ll go throw the ball around
Try not to let it hit the ground
While the kids make a beautiful sound
Cut loose, away they bound

[Chorus]
As the wind blows there goes
My whole world
Like a ray of sunshine
I'm grateful today for
My whole world
That sweet peace of mind

[Verse 2]
Underneath the pin oak tree
Pass family recipes
They'll bring you to your knees
Make room for seconds, please
All the pеanutbutter pie
We talk about how timе flies
And how all the good ones die
And all those tears we cry

[Chorus]
As the wind blows there goes
My whole world
Like a ray of sunshine
I'm grateful today for
My whole world
That sweet peace of mind

[Post-Chorus]
Woo-hoo, ooh
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, ooh

[Verse 3]
Twenty-nine days 'til our ship comes in
We'll be together again
They'll say, "Bubba, how you've been?
How’s your mom and them?"
We’ll go throw the ball around
Try not to let it hit the ground
While the babies make beautiful sounds
Cut loose, away they bound

[Chorus]
As the wind blows there goes
My whole world
Like a ray of sunshine
I'm grateful today for
My whole world
That sweet peace of mind

[Outro]
I’m grateful, he's there for
My whole world

The All-American Rejects - I've Been Everywhere (Johnny Cash)

 The All-American Rejects - I've Been Everywhere

I was totin’ my pack along a dusty desert open road 
When along came a semi with a high canvas covered load
If you’re going to get going well son with me you can ride 
And so I climbed into the cab and I settled down inside 
He asked me if I’d seen a road with so much dust and sand and I said listen 
I’ve traveled every road in this here land 
I’ve been everywhere, man 
I’ve been everywhere, man 
Crossed the deserts bare, man 
I’ve breathed the mountain air, man 
Travel I’ve had my share, man 
I’ve been everywhere 
I’ve been to 
Boston, Houston, Cleveland, Minnesota 
Buffalo, Toronto, Chi-town, Arizona 
Tampa, Tennessee, Miami, San Francisco 
Detroit, Dallas, Denver Colorado 
New York, NOLA, D.C., Atlanta 
Las Vegas, L.A. , Kansas City, Philadelphia 
I’ve been to 
London, Athens, Berlin, Tokyo 
Shanghai, Dubai, Mumbai, Mexico 
Sydney, Italy, Philippines, Monaco 
Africa, Bolivia, Cuba, Cairo 
Argentina, Seoul, Paris France, Moscow 
Luxembourg, Jo-burg, Saint Petersburg, and Rio

The War on Drugs - Who's That

The War on Drugs - Who's That 

Would it be so wrong to be on the take?
I’ve been blowing all the ducks away
Just another weekday
Wouldn’t be so bad if you’d just engage
And kept running from a memory 
Of living through the same thing
 
Like Orion when I wake up in the morn’
There’s a fire burning
just there out of reach
I keep moving through the revolving doors
It’s only my depression, baby
 
Where do I belong?
Will it change with time?
You’ve been running down a different road 
And I keep moving to the inside
But now I found my fortune
I know she can’t relate
We keep time on a different plane
Where everything’s always changing
 
Did I blow it?
Did it just explode?
There’s a lion hanging from my teeth
I can taste it but I can’t get close
It’s only my depression, baby
 
There’s a whole world running away from me
There’s a lion hangin' on my neck
I can tame it
But he might break free
Who’s that?
It’s only my depression, baby

The Rasmus - Forever Young

The Rasmus - Forever Young  

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, and ever

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later, they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young?

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We'll let them come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, and ever

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young

Jesse Welles - The Nerd Reich (live at The Gorge)

 Jesse Welles - The Nerd Reich

lyrics from transcript and on screen:

I was standing  on a ledge contemplating the ocean in a boat in the Strait of Hormuz. If they ain't got a mission and they still ain't winning, can't you at least get the boys some food?

When  they nuke Iran and Jesus  don't come back and your son's still gay and there's no cheap
 gas. When the vengeance of nations finally comes to port, will you be bitching about men playing
 women's sports? 

I get weary. I get nervous. They hired a clown. We get the whole damn

circus. Lord, I get tired. I feel uptight. Turn your back for a second.

It's the Nerd Reich. On day 184 of a three day war, I drove my truck to Lake America.
 I was thinking about drowning.

When  my youth pastor found me, slapped  a wedding ring on my thumb. I cried out to Jesus. 
I cried out to mom.  I got Peter Thiel. He listens closer than God. I said, "Now, what's with these cameras

pointing at me?" He said, "Don't do nothing wrong. There won't be nothing to see."  Gee,  I get weary. They can hear.

This one goes out to my buddies up at Palantir. I said, "Now, since you're already listening,  I must ask, what's the low down

on this fella  ya'll call JD Vance?" He said, "He's a carbon life form wearing khaki pants." You know, we play the song and  buddy, he does the dance. He did some Catholic gymnastics,

washed his mouth out with soap, but even God and the king and two popes said nope. He  gets weary, he

gets hit, but it's all bound to happen when you drag Appalachia through shit.


How fast do I got to jog to beat a robot dog? I know it's smarter  than the guy with the leash.

Give me a 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue where the law can't lay a hand on me.

Oh, what war is it? What wife is it for GI joke? My favorite Fox and Friend, Captain Testosterone.

I heard that Pete wants in office, but he  lost his war. I'd laugh if I hadn't seen the show before.

I get weary. I  get nervous. You hire a clown. You get the whole damn circus. Lord.

 I get tired. I feel uptight.

Turn your back for a minute. It's the Nerd Reich.

I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - Leave Me Alone (Live On Jimmy Kimmel Live! / 2021)

I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - Leave Me Alone 

Big shot, so what? Do you wanna pretend?
You took the money, but the money couldn't buy a friend

Now I want you to leave me alone
They say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don't
Oh, you're a big shot here but nobody else knows
Now I want you to leave me alone

Blind spot, take your best shot, lucky me
Go fly a kite until you're tangled in the hanging tree

Now I want you to leave me alone
They say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don't
Oh, you're a big shot here but nobody else knows
Now I want you to leave me alone

Four in the morning but we're having such a lovely time
Mad as a hatter with a dagger and a dollar sign
Aristocrat, tip your hat and break your mother's heart
And when the sun comes up you'll find a brand new god
(Hey, come on)
(A brand new god)
(Oh, oh)

Now I want you to leave me alone
They say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don't
Oh, you're a big shot here but nobody else knows
Now I want you to leave me alone

M83 - My Tears Are Becoming A Sea (Live in Seattle | Fantasy Tour 2023)

 M83 - My Tears Are Becoming A Sea 

[Verse]
I'm slowly drifting to
You
The stars and the planets
Are calling me
A billion years away from you
I'm on my way
I'm on...
I'm on...

[Instrumental Outro]

Pray Path - How Spiritually Mature Christians Forgive Without Rebuilding the Relationship

Forgiveness does not always mean rebuilding the relationship. 🙏🏻 Sometimes spiritual maturity means releasing bitterness while still keeping healthy boundaries.

In this video, we explore how spiritually mature Christians forgive people who hurt them without automatically giving them the same access to their lives again. You’ll learn the biblical difference between forgiveness, reconciliation, trust, and restoration—and why protecting your peace does not mean you have failed to forgive. ✝️🤍

God may call you to forgive, but reconciliation requires more than one willing heart. Trust can be rebuilt only when there is genuine repentance, change, honesty, and consistency.

If you have ever wondered, “If I forgive them, do I have to let them back into my life?” this message is for you. 🌿

May this video help you release resentment, walk in wisdom, protect healthy boundaries, and move forward with peace.

M83 - Blister Sunrise

 M83 - Blister Sunrise

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