Posted 26.11.02 by Deirdre

::On a cold and lonely autumn night::

[Bm---Dmaj7/F#---Emaj---Emaj6(9)]

I saw her like daylight | on a backdrop of autumn moonlight
a wife whose kindness | takes more than these words to describe
[musical interlude]
And she shimmered in moonlight | a dove flying at midnight
I pondered and wondered why

[Bridge: Amaj--Amaj7--E--E7/F#--Gmaj6--Amaj--Dmajor--Dminor -- Bm/G Dmaj7/F#]

Why should a fragile bird be released to the sky | on a night so alone? and did I
Even consider that this is not her home | and she has no place to go, or reason why.
For what reason do I | not leap over this precifice as if to meet her in the air
God only knows how I'd cherish her | Oh yes, I'd cherish her

Though for a season I've covered my eyes | as if to lose sight.
I still admire your glow. | If only my eyes would be uncovered
Then I'd take your hand in mine
On a cold and lonely autumn night

[B6-Bm A6/F# Esus4 F#m Abm7 C#m7-C#2]

(by Nicholas for...)
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 23.11.02 by Deirdre

::Restraint::

Whisper softly in my ear | words that drown me down in here
I cannot wait for you to quit | I know no other way than this

Whisper softly in my ear | threats that drag me down in tears
I will not wait for you to quit | I know no other way than this

Resist
I hold my head low | and shake my fists
thru prayer I opt out | and display restraint

lyrical note: this song is about demonic taunting. The Bible says, "Resist the Devil and he will flee from you."

(by Nicholas)
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 23.11.02 by Deirdre

::Inside of me::

How long will we be incapable of innocence

I want out | set me free
tell me when they answer me:

"Take these chains | leave this cell"
I find respite | locked away

Away; way out of your way
A way to walk away
incabable of innocence
(repeat)

Call out my name.

I want out | set me free
from this sinful withering
inside of me

Hosea 8:5 (in the key of Dm, walked down to Bbmaj)
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 22.11.02 by Deirdre

::But I'm a poser::

6 years
Did you like it while it lasted?
for years we shared more than just a girlfriend
though I didn't find out that detail till now

(it's like)
six years,
out in the shed with no hatchet
and ministry like wood is stacked so high
even salvation should motivate
but I see the only swinging
is not of axe but pendulum sinning

You followed your lusts out the door
And hopped the fence to run away

You leave religiously, without reason, without coat or jacket. Freezing.
although I'd like you to stay
It'd suffice me if you'd even leave a note

you have never
and someday it will be that you're gone

Permenantly, without reason, without me
you wont suffice me and stay
and you'd never leave a note. This time have you gone away
forever

no, please not forever!
don't end this here and leave me, laughing

(for Robert)
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 21.11.02 by megan

Standing to face the music,
with my back turned on life.
Looking to the beauty,
and running from the light.
I wrap my arms around the emptiness,
and revel in its dark delight.
Thirsty to feel alive again,
I bury myself in what I can.

(by Megan)

Posted 19.11.02 by Deirdre

There're sins I repeatedly betray, only to save for another day.
Why don't I hate them like I should?
Why can't I just walk away?
I don't hate them like I should
Yet I rape them every day
I still can't hate them like I should
No, I don't hate them like I should
I don't hate this like I should
And I return to my own vomit like a dog

lyrical note: not literal rape... just a term I used to describe how obsessively self-pleasing I am. I hate it too...but it seems my desires get the best of me. I'm really sick of the rut I crave so impatiently...the rut that impales me so I can't get away. I wish God would just take my life away from me, because I play these games with my heart and I frequent both teams of God or Sin.

Proverbs 26:11; 2 Peter 2:22.
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 19.11.02 by Deirdre

I take my shoes off outside
Let my heart and will unbind
I check my pockets just to find
Paper and pen with which to write
to write down all my lusts and my
plan to sin and then to hide

but it's alright, (right?)
No it's not right. I am lonely.

Please tell me it's alright
That you'll restore me now and
Let's not fight
You'll drive here and find me, right?
I don't know where I am
But, I do know that it's dark outside...
I do know that it's dark outside.

(the Bible says that your sin will find you out.)
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 16.11.02 by Deirdre

::Laodicea::

I leave you to contemplate
the plastic Jesus that you made
and the boxed-up religion, pseudo-Christianity

So, fakers like the way your face turns green?
Maybe they do when you pull the strings
When prayers are like sticks and God's the piñata
Hit, hit, hit, hit. Does candy start dropping?
"Roll over, lie down, play fetch, God... OBEY!"

Just now I saw your "holy laughter"
And I wonder where has Jesus gone hiding?
Certainly not in the mouths
on faces talking
Of why and when or who they're locking
up in a box, where none of their talks will be on Him
rather: "faith healing" or "name it and claim it" instead.

And you build palaces while drinking from chalices
made from the golden years of the naive followers
...who never noticed that
Sunday to sunday you keep getting fatter
From treating God's church like a steak on a platter

The $'s in your eyes, they coincide with plastic boxes, and idols my mocks find.
Targets
Of ridicule and of shame
God's tapping His fingers and heresy's to blame
For fleecing the sheep for your own wallets
and twisting the scriptures. You know you're all liars
And flyers hang reading "for sale! any buyers for prayer rugs, nightlights and holy tear-filled vials"
But God knows none of you represent
the power and glory and gospel presented...
So this cult with fall like how you "heal" on TBN.

Yes, fakers like the way your sermons tickle their ears (2 Tim. 4:3)
But God is not about what wont offend us
A Mr. Rogers who just comes to play with us
To show us the trolly and his world of makebelieve
Of cardboard and handpuppets and smiling neurotically

Revelation 3:14-19
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 11.11.02 by Deirdre

Nothing
Nothing left
Nothing right
Nothing

I'd settle for anything more than this emptiness
when it leaves my hands in cold trembling
Why have they slapped the hand pursuing companionship
Leaving these burdens on bruised shoulders.
The empty-eyed never fill an empty cup.
I may not be full or perfect, but at least I am not bottomless like you

No one
No one left
No one backed me up
No one backed me up when I said Jesus fills the cup of the outcast.
Nothing left... nothing. right?
No, they have never dried my eyes like Jesus.

Galations 6:2
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 8.11.02 by Deirdre

I watched to see in disbelief
The wanderers pass by
Time and time again they let
time carelessly pass by

And their eyes
Never have met mine
I'd ask you for some change but you'd
never change a thing
you'd just talk past me

And when it is over
all of your searching over
all your self-seeking over,
when you will discover that you can't find it in yourself
Who will pass by you and not say hi

(for Megan) Matthew 25:44
©2003 Nicholas White