Jesus Christ.
Have you ever read the Bible?
Jesus Christ.
Have you ever read the Bible?
From my Roman Catholic upbringing I think about religion a lot. I went to Catholic schools and attended church every Sunday, school days and holidays. I was an altar boy for years when we used Latin in our responses. I do not say we spoke it…. and dreamed of being a brother or priest. My favorite saint was Saint Francis of Assisi. He was considered to be somewhat of an outsider, but that was fine by me!
I couldn’t help myself. Looking around things just didn’t add up.
God is all knowing. God is kind and honest and good.
God sees all. God created the heavens and earth.
God knows what has been and what will be.
God is kind and gentle and loving.
WE are made in his image. WE shall rule the earth.
WE are the center of the universe
The earth fixed on its pillars does not move.
The sun and stars race across the sky for our entertainment.
The bible is presented as ‘the word of God’. Why would an
All-knowing being reference geocentric views that will be
disproven in a few short millennia? Is this God’s Mighty plan?
You might deflect by saying that god works in mysterious ways. Maybe.
It could be argued that these references are simplified stories to tell his children.
Sure.
But this is more than a point of view. Humans with little science and mathematics could not possibly know this to be true.
God would know if he made it. This would be one more in a long line of seemingly unbelievable tenants of faith. And when humanity achieved the technology sufficient to the task we would be affirmed in our beliefs. Instead, we see time after time the references in the bible and other teachings directly contradicting science. This is but one of many errors religious teachings present as fact.
The bible and counterparts were clearly not written by god or from his hand.
Was this the Mighty Plan? Does't this seem a little odd? Let me help you understand There never was a god.
MSK 4-15-2019
Metaphors and analogies
Comic plays and tragedies
Miracle cures and man-made disease
Sealed with handshakes and apologies.
You couldn’t tell an ancient shaman
From a clown selling snake oil remedies
Observing you see much in common
Debating the pain as you burn or freeze.
You chose the wrong path long before today
Fame and fortune have gotten you this far
Felt you deserved the status and glory somehow
But no amount of luck is going to help you now.
Family and friends give you all you ask
Generations of wealth demand compliance
Doors opened easily for a wink and a bow
But no amount of luck is going to help you now.
Miracle cures and man-made disease
Debating the pain as you burn or freeze
Sealed with handshakes and apologies
From a clown selling snake oil remedies.
You chose the wrong path long before today
Fame and fortune have gotten you this far
Felt you deserved the status and glory somehow
But no amount of luck is going to help you now.
Doors opened easily with a wink and a bow
But no amount of luck is going to help you now.
You took all that your power would allow
But no amount of luck is going to help you now.
Metaphors and analogies
Comic plays and tragedies
Miracle cures and man-made disease
Sealed with handshakes and apologies.
(C) MSK 11-8-2018
Intelligence is not the answer,
Though wisdom certainly is.
I might be waiting for the cows to come home
But I don’t have time for this.
It doesn’t take a genius to know,
Facts are the same for everyone.
That doesn’t mean it’s all black and white
Or can be changed with a gun.
It’s often a matter of perspective.
And that makes it hard to understand.
Why someone turns grey into black or white
Without experiences of the other man.
If you have been supported by faith
Then religion can be your guiding hand.
Survive Jihads, Inquisitions and pedophile priests
You might begin to feel nothing but hate.
The police are always there to serve,
And get you home safe at night.
In my neighborhood it ain’t like that at all
So it’s safer to take your chances and run.
Intelligence is not the answer,
Though wisdom certainly is.
I might be waiting for the cows to come home
But I don’t have time for this.
All the experts seem so smart,
Until you hear from the others.
Sooner or later we have to realize
It’s time to stop killing our brothers.
Smart people become rich people,
Their answers bring cash and fame.
The poorest will always be poor; just look at them.
There’s no one else to blame.
MSK 10-29-2018
Happy as a clam but on the verge of tears.
Thought I would be there but wasted the years.
It’s not just a matter of confronting your fears
It’s looking like a fool in front of your peers.
Quiet as a mouse is not sneaking around.
Are you still there if you don’t make a sound?
No breathing. No movement, ffrrooo__zen: never found.
God Damn Innocence can’t be sold by the pound.
So where are we now?
Still in control?
Is there really enough money
To buy your soul?
So where are we now?
Still in control somehow?
It seems a little bit funny
That no one knows how.
Hungry as a bear brought to the verge of tears
Reflections in ice from thousands of years.
Helpless Hopeless Drowning in fears
Watch as the suffering spreads to your peers.
So where are they now?
Still in control?
Is there really enough money
To buy their soul?
Sometimes circles don’t go ‘round and ‘round.
Often; It’s the colors that make a sound.
Who suffers? Paid Players, Cho__zen: lost not found.
Everything in life can be bought by the pound.
Everything alive can be bought by the pound.
MSK 10-29-2018
Wise as an owl
And sly as a fox.
Hungry as a bear
Majestic as a whale
Strong as an ox
Hung like a horse.
Fast as a cheetah
And quiet as a mouse……..
What will we be like
When none of them are around?
Loyal as a dog
But finicky like a cat.
Soaring like an eagle
And happy as a clam.
Nutty as a squirrel
Still playin’ possum
Silent like a snake
Climb like a goat
And sing like a bird.
What will we be like
When none of them are around?
Tall as a tree
Bright as a star
Deep as the ocean
And flow like the river.
Whisper like the wind
And sing like a bird.
What will we be like?
What will we be like?
What will we be like?
What will we be like ?
When none of them are alive?
© MSK 10-2017
This song has taken a while to finalize the arrangement. It is only part of the song it started out as. Diced, sliced, edited and rewritten, I hope this first mix sounds like it belongs! Sometimes you are guided.
I will play other sections in the future.
Please enjoy “Deep Inside”
Deep Inside me, Deep inside the eye of the storm
Deep Inside you. Deep Inside the eye of the storm.
Deep Inside me, Deep Inside.
Sometimes you are guided
And sometimes you are not.
The road is long; it never ends
No matter what you thought.
The place you are standing
Was never meant to be.
Lost when your memories
Created what you see.
Pound after pound
Life gets laid upon you hard.
Sound after sound
As the dealer plays his cards.
Sometimes you are guided
And sometimes you are not.
The road is long; it never ends
No matter what you thought.
Deep Inside me, Deep Inside the eye of the storm
Deep Inside you. Deep Inside.
(C) MSK 9-14-2018
She looks so happy
From the outside, many of us do.
Sure and in control
Man, I wish that were true.
For every question
So sure we have all the answers.
Act as if we’re immune
To weakness, disease and cancers.
He stands there so calm.
No sign that he’s ready to explode.
Sleeves rolled up: digs in
This close to just running down the road.
There is no training for this.
Won’t find it on utube or Internet search.
There is no training for this.
No help from lawyers, police or church.
For every question
So sure we have all the answers.
Talk as if we’re not human
Just crazy, drugged up dancers.
MSK © 9-12-2018
Faded jeans and worn-out shoes
You gotta dress right when you sing the Blues.
Down trodden with a broken heart
Don’t even try unless you look the part.
You Gotta Dress Right
Gotta-haves that go on forever.
You Gotta Dress Right
Come in every size, shape and flavor.
You Gotta Dress Right
No place for losers kid; be all you can be.
You Gotta Dress Right
If you want to sing the Blues like me.
Million dollar suit and ties
On thousands of rehearsed handshakes and smiles.
Each one willing to beat the rest
No excuses, no failure: this is no test.
You Gotta Dress Right
Gotta-haves that go on forever
You Gotta Dress Right
Come in every size, shape and flavor.
You Gotta Dress Right
No place for losers kid; be all you can be
You Gotta Dress Right
If you want to sing the Blues like me.