Folks deflect, saying it doesn't matter, Even as it seems they feel their world shatter. It can be inane, like only so much chatter. Maybe it stops them from acting like a Mad Hatter.
Even in the rain, their tears reveal their lies. It has spared no one when it's seen in their eyes. There are some things in life worth fighting for, Like civilization, love, children, and something more.
When the feelings shout like a kick in the teeth, And you can't stumble for fear you'll fall from grief. There is nothing left but to go and win life's war. Sometimes the best move is to kick in the door.
When it comes down to a swindled responsibility, There is no choice but to turn it up capably. It may be a trick to play off the other's vanity, The vain succumb to their own sensitivity.
Reich Chancellor Goering took the witness stand With the haughtiness of assuming full command. He felt victory was there in his reach - A conclusion that history would not teach.
When the feelings shout like a kick in the teeth, And you can't stumble for fear you'll fall from grief. There is nothing left but to go and win life's war. Sometimes the best move is to kick in the door.
For all the tomfoolery of the SS and SA, In any and all of their functions put to play, Goering spoke of the necessity of brutality, And Justice Jackson refuted this quite ably.
Taking lands as a matter of right and consternation, Goering rested this on a matter of self-determination. A right that the party had taken away from the start. Horribly final in the solution of a corrupted heart.
When the feelings shout like a kick in the teeth, And you can't stumble for fear you'll fall from grief. There is nothing left but to go and win life's war. Sometimes the best move is to kick in the door.
After all the deaths of millions in camps and at war, Goering testified that he would have followed Hitler more. Even human monsters wish to be seen for their humanity. There's something more to this than simple vanity.
There are no excuses for his guilt in its enormity. There is no resemblance between him and normality. Hanged by the neck until their last and final death, None was repentant of their evil until their last breath.
When the feelings shout like a kick in the teeth, And you can't stumble for fear you'll fall from grief. There is nothing left but to go and win life's war. Sometimes the best move is to kick in the door.
“The human being who lives only for himself finally reaps nothing but unhappiness. Selfishness corrodes. Unselfishness ennobles, satisfies.” – B.C. Forbes
It isn't much of a choice An artist must feel their voice. Of course, money means something, But it's in no way everything.
It's better to go down in glory Than to never live one's story. The fight is the undivided soul Against the Collective's need for control.
Plugging in to the band had found Music must be music, pound for pound. A poet must write what he must write. It matters little who else thinks he's right.
The critics take it snip for snip, When the decision is made to be tragically unhip. Always thoughtful to tell their story, The people's band rises to full glory.
Drinking the milk of calloused paradise, And daring to rage against empty advice. An artist will form their own reality, Whether by accident or somewhat formally.
Forging creativity closer to the heart, The blacksmiths of rock grab it from the start. It's always down to the musical groove. There's a need to feel, but maybe not improve.
More of that which only seems the same, Played out to the ends of the game. A manic experiment in sonic chemistry. It's a matter of strength and intensity.
To write about what makes you reach, The song teaches as the singer starts to preach. Some songs write themselves without a chart. That's when you know the Muse is in your heart.
Rocking and edging to the point of mistake, It disrupts the rhythm with a lead break. There is so much love that we need to make, Until the outside world starts to shake.
The making of modern music molds the moo. In sophisticated waves that don't intrude. Seamless, the rhythms are a secret mix, And at last, there is nothing to fix.
“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.” – Calvin Coolidge
Rejoicing in the day made, I am happy and unafraid. All debt has been paid By Jesus, may He be praised.
The Holy Spirit overflows, And my love of God grows and grows. These are the blessed days. I and mine walk in praise.
Way back in Christian history, The Lord paid the price without mystery. The Earth began to shake At His sacrifice without mistake.
Atonement was paid by His price. The Lord made Himself our sacrifice. That you and I might gain eternity, This means the gain of everything.
All hail the Savior of the Earth, Because He has given the full worth That we might walk free, These blessings in forgiveness were given to you and me.
“The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.“ – Rabindranath Tagore
“In every human Beast, God has implanted a Principle, which we call Love of Freedom; it is impatient of Oppression, and pants for Deliverance.” – Phillis Wheatley
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 