There are no beliefs
Only perceptions
People cling to
People’s beliefs are about
As concrete as the cloud
They just busted of a
Seahorse riding a unicorn
So if you feel like arguing
For yours or against others
Just know what they are
Based on, lighter than air mist
Trapped under the atmosphere
.
Wild imaginations attached
To perception retention centers
With a scattered yet convenient
Recall if it serves a purpose
Or none at all, other than
.
To justify a concept
That makes you feel
All warm and fuzzy or
Irate and murderous
Never really in-between
.
Lasting as long as the unicorn ride
Which viewed at the same time
From any different subjective angle
May appear as an upside-down tree
Suspended from a draw bridge
.
Knowing how ethereal their
Sagacious opinions are, some
If not many bipedal earthling
Artists, perceive they have
Harnessed the Seahorse and
Corralled it in their cranium
.
Especially after they
Have gathered into groups
.
As something that is going
To last beyond this moment
Once their vehicle dissappears
.
Not using moment lightly
Since infinity lasts infinitely
Makes one’s 0 to 120 trips
Around the sun both momentous
And momentarines
.
At least, that is my perception
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
Just like the divine plan
This post has no blueprint or direction
Just a mish-mash of thoughts
Strung loosely together from
Thoughts floating through my cranium
After a ride over a river over bridges
.
No Plan
.
Only
.
Situations and circumstances
Perceived through the lens of
Linear mutual appreciation
Seeking to maybe understand
Holograms within holograms
As testaments of experience
.
Which is bizarrely a much better
Explanation of a shared reality
Then to easily dismiss it away
As something that a “God” did
.
At some point many individuals
Were taught or led to believe
That an omniscient invisible man
Floating in abysmal darkness
“Created” you, me and all we see
.
When logic, reason, faith and science
Prove otherwise that what is “here”
Has always been here, just changes
Its shape through the miraculous
Observations and sensory touch
Of waves and particles interchanging
.
This occured to me while crossing
Over a river several times plus
Seeing it along the highway with
Eroding banks and high water marks
.
With the contemplation of the notion
Click clacking in the back of my head
That an invisible man with a “plan”
Made all that is in just under a “weak”
.
Though that “time” frame only applies
To the third rock from the sun as that
Time frame would differ greatly from
Say a Saturian or Mercurial perspective
Or perhaps a galaxy far far away
.
While it may be crassly egotistical
To think that a mere spark of the divine
Has possibly more insight than God
It just seems that if all this attribution
Is blindly given to a supernatural power
It ought make at least a modicum of sense
.
The contention being that a better
Understanding will not hinder freewill
.
Coded messages by words translated
Or given by self appointed messengers
Are hardly the blueprints of a divine plan
.
Blueprints supercede linguistic barriers
So each individual knows their role in
Accomplishing their task, not something
Derived from ancient languages rewritten
Reworded recontextualized or omitted
.
What survives out of those redacted and
Heavily edited Kingly cooked books
Do not serve well the leftovers of the
Globalcidal drowning of the first batch
.
Whether our home is 12,000 years old
Or 4.5 Billion years (quite the discrepancy)
Its perfection is being a self correcting
* System all by itself without any fingers
Guiding one iota of any “idealistic”
“Fatalistic” or “reasoned” outcomes
.
God is not shaking the ground
Blowing mobile homes around or
Moving excess water from the clouds
Because he’s angry with anyone’s
Sexual proclivity, politics, epidermis hue
Criminal behavior or saintly conduct
.
Why? As George Carlin might say…..
.
He simply doesn’t give a shit
.
After all If the perfection is in the flaws
Then the creation is not perfect at all
This is where the river “created” this post
As “man” did not “create” the river, “God” did
.
The river’s flow is now severely much slower
Not seasonally mind you, generationally
As the high water marks are no longer high
.
Is God responsible hmmm, noooooo
.
We are, all because we haven’t lifted a
Finger, batted an eye lash or given rest
To our collective reproductive organs
To do anything to protect God’s / our earth
.
The irony is not lost on the whimsical wish
Of wanting to leave a better world for their
Children by having more children does not
Leave a better world for any children
.
Regardless of their parents bank statement
Or high mansion walls, once you are gone
It merely compounds the problems on
.
The toxicity of water, manufacturing of
Nutritionless food, overfished oceans
Ravaged Rainforests and regular ones
.
Raped landscapes where rich people
“Escape” to on the backs of the people
Who can’t afford to live anywhere near
(That’s another post for another time)
.
Since we are all microcosms of infinity
Perceiving the external as the internal
“Should” be a snap like moving fingers
Perpendicularly opposed creating sound
In an instant like the moment just enough
Space dust coagulates to give rise to the
Birth of a galaxy like the one you are in now
.
Which if some of the spherical stones
Form in the Goldilocks zone at the “right”
Distance from the burning sphere of
Gaseous radiation the rivers will
Once again ebb and flow to their
Own course in concert with gravity
.
One can not exercise their God given
Freewill if they can not divine choices
Of selected outcomes of their freewill
If the default notion can if not always
Reverts to the fail-safe excuse / reason
Of of it must have been God’s will
.
How convenient
.
This is click clacking in my head too
.
“Trillions and trillions of prayers every day asking and begging and pleading for favors. ‘Do this’ ‘Gimme that’ ‘I want a new car’ ‘I want a better job’. And most of this praying takes place on Sunday. His day off. And I say fine, pray for anything you want. Pray for anything.
But…what about the divine plan? Remember that? The divine plan. Long time ago God made a divine plan. Gave it a lot of thought. Decided it was a good plan. Put it into practice. And for billion and billions of years the divine plan has been doing just fine.
.
Now you come along and pray for something. Well, suppose the thing you want isn’t in God’s divine plan. What do you want him to do? Change his plan? Just for you? Doesn’t it seem a little arrogant? It’s a divine plan.
.
What’s the use of being God if every run-down schmuck with a two dollar prayer book can come along and fuck up your plan?
.
And here’s something else, another problem you might have; suppose your prayers aren’t answered. What do you say?
.
‘Well it’s God’s will. God’s will be done.’ Fine, but if it is God’s will and he’s going to do whatever he wants to anyway; why the fuck bother praying in the first place? Seems like a big waste of time to me. Couldn’t you just skip the praying part and get right to his will?”
.
-George Carlin,
.
“You Are All Diseased”
*
“The planet isn’t going anywhere… we are! We’re going away! Pack your shit folks! We’re going away and we won’t leave much of a trace either, thank God for that… maybe a little styrofoam… maybe… little styrofoam.
.
The planet will be here, we’ll be long gone; just another failed mutation; just another closed-end biological mistake; an evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet will shake us off like a bad case of fleas, a surface nuisance.
//
The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: The Earth plus Plastic.”
– George Carlin
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
Or what others
May refer to as
.
Earth
.
Quite the strange
Phenomenon of
Being on a
.
Life Raft
Only to see
Another one
.
Constantly
.
Nine months
Away as a “New”
Life Raft
.
Is the
Metaphorical
Equivalent of
.
Going to Mars
.
Having been on
The Life Raft
For so long
.
Many have lost
.
Sight
.
That it is a
Life Raft
.
Safely carrying
Everyone on board
In the cosmic
.
Sea / see
.
Which until
Alleged humanity
Can catch up to
The other
.
Life Raft
.
We ought to
Take care of
This one
.
But noooooo
.
We are going to
Fill this one up
From the inside
.
As water
.
Comes in
Over the sides
While trying to
.
Poke holes
In the bottom
For energy and
.
Plastic
.
Waiting to get
To the other
Life Raft
.
Which is always
.
Nine months away
.
Does that
Time frame
Sound familiar
.
Still the delusional
Carrot on a stick
Is out there.
.
Distracting
.
The “Survivors”
.
Differently aware
That the only way
To have a better
.
Life Raft
.
Is to take care
Of the one
We are on
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
.
Regardless
.
We will live
Each day as if it
Were our last
All aboard our
.
Suicidal Life Raft
Time
Is only
Slightly
Of the
Essence
.
As it is
Merely a
Construct
Of the
Collective
Mind
.
To discern
Our subjective
Objective as
Individual
Sparks of
The divine
.
Sorting out
Emotions and
Reality from
Indoctrinations
.
Well intended
Perhaps but still
Indoctrinations
.
That you are
Your body
Religion
Gender
Child
Parent
Or
Your “Rights”
.
That
Opposes
Other
Bodies
Religions
Genders
Children
Parents
And
Their “same”
“Rights”
.
As if it
Weren’t
Already you
You are
Opposing
How…….
Exhausting
.
Likewise
Death as
An essence
As well
.
As there is
None
Only recycle
And repeat
Learn and
Discern
If you will
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
Hold on for a bumpy ride
That goes nowhere…..not really
.
Lying Of Duty
.
In the line of duty
With the clever, yet deceptive
Incongruous slogan that
Does not match behaviors
.
“To serve and to protect”
.
Which plays well to the audience
Leading them to believe
It means “them” and not the
Corporate masters they serve
.
Quick example to illustrate
From a microcosm of the whole
.
Small town with one “Sheriff”
Simultaneously receives calls
From a bank being robbed and a
House of worship being vandalized
Both a mile away with equal
“Monetary” damage manifested
.
Where’s the Sheriff going?
.
Tick, tock, tick….you guessed it
.
Where the Sheriff’s money is
Buy, those who pay him, her or they
But hey, “they” are only doing the job
Society is asking them to, after all
Their “money” is in there as well
.
Even though they may find comfort
Solace and guidance in the other building
Or at least, compare clothing and cars
No matter that, they “need” money
Especially since they think they
Can take it with them, when…..they go
.
It does spot-light human values
.
Society is so deeply indoctrinated
Into believing that more enforcement
Of “Law and Order” will save the day
Protect them from the bogeyman
That itself has created by accepting
The dichotomous notion for one, that
Since nearly 50% of all incarcerations
Are drug related it reveals only that
.
“Illegal” substances (drugs) are bad
Yet, “legal” chemicals (pharmaceuticals)
Are good, by a fine line of which
Cartel wields the most power
.
Oh yeah, the pharmaceuticals with
High rise buildings, corporate logos
Fancy labs and sanitary conditions
Bank accounts and deep pocket insurance
.
Same small town example would
Apply to a singular fire station as well
With a drug den on fire or a legal lab
Equidistant away from the station with
The same amount of lives to be lost
Where is the firetruck going first?
.
Hmmmmm?
.
I’m not trying to be all
Namby-Pambi about this
However
Haven’t the bipedal
Earthly artists
Evolved past the “need” for
Law
En-“Force”ment
………Look around
It’s not working.
.
Certainly did not work for George Floyd
.
For being under “suspicion” for using
“Fake” money, a counterfeit $20. bill
.
See what happens if the bank’s money
Is not being used, they don’t get their cut
Even though it is all “fake” in the first place
.
Back to George Floyd
.
Of which, in either side of nine minutes
An unintended audience was sadly
Metaphorically privy to a late term
Open air (poor choice of words)
Out of the womb abortion of a
2,392 week old grown fetus
.
Whose taxes also allegedly paid
For “service” and “protection”
Reiterating another empty slogan
For empty heads and hearts
.
“We do not serve or protect you
We are very blatantly a private military
Carrying out only the will of your
Capitalist ruling class
Fuck you and fuck poor people”
.
Author “Unknown”
.
It seems as though the
Proclivity of human nature
Is to do what it wants especially
Is if it is not “allowed” to do “that”
.
Not that the source can be trusted
However, it is in the bible saying
That God allegedly made a
Whole planet of food on
A giant sphere or according
To some an illogical flat earth
.
Loaded with edibles and
Gave the creations “freewill”
In order to be able to choose
Then said you can eat from
Every tree, except…….this one
.
Plus, just for fun, threw in
A “talking” serpent to entice
Hanging around the supposed
“Tree of Knowledge”
.
Who wouldn’t want to eat from that
Especially since no teachers
Were anywhere around
.
What was the first thing they did?
Yup, what they were told not to do
By an allegedly all powerful
Allegedly all “white” male
Which immediately turned into
Bizarre punishments for “his”
Allegedly beloved creations
.
I infer to allegedly as there is
Absolutely no proof only the use
Of misconceptions over millennia
.
Let me try and bring this
Roller-coaster cart safely back
To the loading unloading platform
(In case you want to ride it again)
.
You know how some people believe
They will have another beer
.
I believe it is our duty to behave like
The ascended masters spiritual teachers
Muhammad, Christ, Gautama Buddha, Maitreya, Confucius, Krishna, Carlin, Hicks
(Just seeing if you are paying attention)
.
Instead of believing a nicer kinder more
Humane Law En-“Force”ment officer is
Going to solve humanity’s “problems” with
WMD’s, body armor tazers and cameras
While “working” in their lying of duty.
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
.
The glass
Is neither
Half-full
Nor
Half-empty
.
In the instant one determines the level of the contents of the glass, is the same moment they would realize that there is no glass or liquid in the first place.
.
Merely perceptions of projections broadcast by the mind’s eye on to the sensory screen of illusion that there is only waves and particles interchanging always in all ways.
.
Consciously or unconsciously agreed to by the universal mind as toys on the playground for individual subjective views to experience their surroundings as positive or negative.
.
Leaving only attitudes and opinions to satiate an ego differentiating itself from other ego’s in simple yet complex ways of experiences.
.
Or
.
The contents of the glass is simply at the midpoint of its capacity and that is that.
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
In a self race to the bathroom
At an over convenience store
I found myself not passing
The turtle in his non race pace
Sauntering to same location
Walled in by the displays which
Gave me the unfortunate
Opportunity to read his hat
.
Which read……Thank A Vet
.
No chance, I passed him near
The entrance to get an open stall
.
Where I had the chance to think
What was I supposed to thank
That vet for, had he saw my, plight
Stepped aside, I would have said
.
Thanks
.
Assuming the hat wearer was a vet
Since the cap covering colors were
Of a post military camouflage and
Not with insignias of cats and dogs
Should vet have meant veterinarian
.
I would have thanked anyone
.
However, in my pooping pondering
I wondered the arbitrary message
Of the velcro hat band’s lettering
Which as I said read…Thank A Vet
.
If you have read this blog at all
It presents information to question
Usually in dichotomous forms that
If x means y it could also mean z
.
Clichés are easiest for their triteness
.
A random thank you is as meaningless
As the definition of meaningless
(Which technically “should” be the one
Word in the dictionary without a definition)
.
Meaningless : __________________________
.
Still, contemplating the cliché
I try to understand its suggestion
.
What if that individual veteran was
Involved in a “friendly fire” incident
Is that something to be thankful for
Certainly, not by the “mistaken” casualties
.
If while shooting at an alleged enemy
Every shot missed its intended target
Should he be thanked for his bad aim
Since no one died in the incident
.
Maybeeee I am supposed to thank him
Fot making hats, not sure, didn’t get to
Read the front of his hat which may
Have read “If you like this hat…..”
.
Though in all ironic likelihood the hat
Was made where previous veterans
Cleared the foliage for democracy
Or hats, shoes, shirts and sweatshops
.
Something else I noticed, it is always
A dude with that hat or t-shirt message
Never do I see that directive on a purse
A frilly bonnet or on high heeled pumps
.
Giving further credence to the sexist
Systems of society that the work that
Females / women / do, unfortunately
Go unthanked on a daily / life basis
.
Let alone, the very few monikers
Assigned to the typically nurturing
Life bringer half of the population have
The Gilead-ian tone of being Of-men
.
(Fe)males, (Wo)men all because of
Some old book in its opening chapters
The authors job of convincing society
Their mere existence is due to rib surgery
.
(Ooops, sorry, got sidetracked
That’s for a different post for another time)
.
Not needing to flatter a fragile ego
For allegedly protecting freedom which
Is absolutely impossible to protect
Lest everyone else has a different
Definition of freedom then I do
.
Which could free my mind from the
Gnawing notion that my tax dollars
In large part, subsidize the funding of
The military industrial complex where
Under the guise of “protecting” freedom
People are trained to kill people
.
Where is their freedom “protectors”
.
Not because they are taking any
“Freedoms” away, rather just being
In the wrong place, residing on
Sovereign soil that has a resource
Criminal corporations can harvest
.
An oldie, but a goodie…
.
“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism.”
– Smedley D. Butler,
“War is a Racket: The Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated Soldier:
.
As long as this is about hat messages
.
“You know what gives me the creeps about the Vietnam vets, they have this obsession with wearing the hat.
.
They have to let you know they’re a Vietnam vet. They all wear the baseball hat with the gold leafs and the platoon and the year. “Dang Wang, ’68 to ’70, Vietnam vet.”
.
Why the fuck would you wear that hat? Did you forget how brutally fucked over by your own government you got on that deal? And you wear a hat celebrating it?
.
Nixon, in his own words in the Nixon tapes, talks openly and casually about delaying the withdrawal of troops just so he can win reelection.
.
“Fuck ’em if thousands more die. I need this gig again.” – Richard Nixon
.
And then you’re wearing a hat. They fucked you over and then sold you merch after the gig.
.
How bad do you need someone to buy you a Pabst Blue Ribbon down at the VFW?
.
That’s like a rape victim walking around in a pink trucker cap that says, “Molested, step-brother, ’82 to ’86.” “Hey, girls, where’s all the fun at?”
.
– Doug Stanhope
And with that topic
To this post
Almost Immediately
Figured out
Why I am here
.
Which is…..
.
To clean my slate
.
For it was “clean”
When I got “here”
.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a kid? To have this fresh, clean slate which we could fill. A little clean spirit, innocent, and to fill it with good ideas.”
.
Yeah, yeah, how about this? If you’re so fucking altruistic, why don’t you leave the little clean spirit wherever it is right now?
.
Okay? Horrible act, childbirth. Nightmare. Bringing … I would never bring a kid to this fucking planet…”
.
– Bill Hicks
.
(DISCLAIMER: This in no way reflects the love and adoration of my non-biological children and grandchildren.)
.
According to my
Empiricalistic perception
Going back to my first inhalation
I did so from the perspective
That I too was a “clean slate”
Fresh from the spirit realm
Or what I like to call
The celestial “green room”
.
Where you prepare for your
Earthly appearance
Rehearsing what you will say
How you will react to the hosts
Whilst receiving feedback
From the audience
.
Dare I say due to procrastination
I was not ready to go “on”
For I knew / believe and
According to Helen Wambach
In “Life Before Life”
That you me each one of us
“Pick” our parents
.
………..shit
.
That’s a responsibility
Not to be taken lightly
For with last minute decisions
You get last minute decision parents
Ones who wouldn’t even know
What a slate was or for
Let alone clean or that
They would be marking
It up at all or all up
.
I can only assume due to
Some technical glitch
The producers needed me
On stage “Earth” and whisked
Me out of the green room
Wishing me good luck
.
Holy #uck, I’m going to need it
.
So on the way out……or “down”
Since that is the commonly perceived
Cosmo-georaphical location
Of heaven
.
I quickly picked a nice place to live
Over the complex process of vetting
Enlightened parents with
Nurturing capabilities and
A penchant for evolutionary awareness
.
Better luck………next time
.
For just below the biological process
Understanding that planting a seed
In a fertile garden will grow a child
……..smack…whaaaa…I was now here
Clean slate……be damned
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
.
To be continued on
.
“Cleaning My Slate”
Continued from “A Clean Slate”
Sometimes what gets
Embedded the deepest
is not that which
Strikes the hardest
Though that is
Everlasting too
.
It is the constant
Application of soft chalk
Layered on daily with
Persistent application
Repeated recitation
.
Though slumber erases
The daily incursions
Of lessons taught
Behaviors observed
.
The firm felt of that wool
Can only erase so much
Leaving the remnants
Pressed deeply in the
Pores cracks and crevices
Of the “precious” clean slate
.
Such as
.
Anger
Deception
Detachment
.
On the bright side
What was not etched in was
.
Sexism
Racism
Xenophobia
.
Sexism – mother and father did the same thing for the same pay, as far as I know
.
Racism – everyone’s money is green
.
Xenophobia – did not identify myself with my religion or its weakly indoctrination, therefore did not identify anyone else with theirs…….
.
Thank God
.
Back to cleaning my slate
.
Anger – perhaps not anger rather temper
.
After all:
.
“Don’t trust anyone who isn’t angry.’
.
– John Trudell
.
Temper – Knowing this needs to be cleaned off of my slate, looked back to see when thiis was carved in. Oh yeah table tennis.
.
Nice fun indoor sport, can’t get too winded or too hot. Learned from father, that if you miss an easy shot or difficult one is that somehow, striking the table with the paddle was okay.
.
That monkey mimicking behavior carried way beyond the ping-pong table and its notched paddle stricken ends where the children would later play and get blamed for its condition. Though the alleged adult could keep “playing” that way.
.
Covered by the oft repeated mantra
.
“Do as I say, not as I do”…Great…Thanks
.
Deception – These fine “fine” particles are all over the board/slate ingrained deep. Plus occurring often albeit unintentional driven by social norms i.e. Santa Claus etc.
.
However
.
When I observed what I saw and knew what I was fully aware of then was dismissed or distracted from said awareness was cause for not only questioning reality rather questioning sanity.
.
I know what I saw, I’m old enough now
You can not gaslight me mother-father
.
“Watch what they do, not what they say.”
.
– Rachel Maddow
.
Detachment – This strike nearly broke the slate, expending every last bit of exhausted energy to hold it together. Without going in to details what needs to be removed from my “clean” slate is the notion that I “should” not have been born.
.
Also, my grandfather’s business being firmly planted across the street from a funeral “home” (nice euphemism for business). Heard the constant cliché that someone was going on their “last ride”.
.
Giggling away the sanctimonious whim that if death means nothing, neither does life….
.
I like yourself wonder how someone
In their mid 50’s is trying to work
Through childhood indoctrinations
.
Nevermind, you clean your slate
I’ll clean mine……
.
Let me know when you are done……
.
This last project started realizing
I was tired of my temper which is
Usually self directed and intense
Loathsome, lamenting & exhausting
Which only inflicts damage to my
Own slate, which is waiting to be
Cleaned before I can go back
.
To start all over again with a…clean slate
.
After carving in the reminder not to procrastinate and vet enlightened parents with nurturing capabilities and a penchant for evolutionary awareness.
.
Nevermind…those people won’t have children.
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
FOR SALE
.
One of the fun parts of my job
Is reading billboard messages
.
Which at this point are about as
Necessary as the phone book
That is as thin as a magazine
And just as easily disposable
.
Really, there’s a hotel up ahead
Or restaurant or gas station, WOW
Stuff that little pocket gadget
Could bring you to in clear
Step by step friendly instructions
If you’re tired, hungry or need fuel
.
In 1/4 mile, turn right at the stop sign
.
This one really caught my eyes
Distracting me nearly enough to
Practically utilize its message
.
SECURE YOUR PLACE IN HEAVEN
.
Was the hugely BOLD EPISTLE
Followed by some biblical missive
With even smaller print of who
Sponsored the really big sign
.
Will have to drive by it again to read
Who the real estate group is selling
Oh yeah……the invisible real estate
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
.
“You go to church and light a candle
And then you’re blinded by the light
From all the golden pews
The devil’s snapping at your toes now
Because the angels can’t be
Bothered to live up to you
.
They’re selling Jesus again
They’re selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your
Money, blood and your bones
They’re selling Jesus again
Selling love to you – selling love
.
You’re buying this
You’re buying that now
You’re wishing all the money
In the world belonged to you
You’re crucified
Upon your own cross now
You’re givin’ money
To the white men
In the white limo
That kind of god
Is always man-made
They made him up then
Wrote a Book to keep
You on your kness
They get their theories
From the same place
Then build a church
If there’s some money left
From lying on the beach
.
They’re selling Jesus again
They’re selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money
Blood and your bones
They’re selling Jesus again
Selling love to you – selling love
They’re selling Jesus again
They’re selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money, blood and your bones
They’re selling Jesus again
Selling love to you – selling love”
.
“Selling Jesus’
– Skunk Anansie
.
As long as I’m on this theme…
Slightly dated, yet always relevant
.
“Believe in me, send no money
I died on the cross and that ain’t funny
But my so called friends
They’re making me a joke
They missed out what I said
Like I never spoke
They choose what they want to hear,
They don’t tell a lie
They just leave out the truth
As they’re watching you die
They’re saving your souls
By taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
.
Holy smoke holy smoke,
Plenty bad preachers
For the devil to stoke
Feed ’em in feet first, this is no joke
This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah
Making holy smoke
.
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning records burning books
Holy soldiers Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles just wait a while
‘Til the TV queen gets her make-up clean
I’ve lived in filth I’ve lived in sin
And I still smell cleaner than the shit you’re in
.
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke
Feed ’em in feet first, this is no joke
This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah
Holy smoke
Smells good
.
They ain’t religious but they ain’t no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they’re still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they’re strange and when they’re dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the president trick of the tail
Now they ain’t got a prayer
A hundred years in jail
.
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke
Feed ’em in feet first, this is no joke
This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah
Holy smoke”
.
“Holy Smoke”
.
– Iron Maiden
