GRAVITY BY SHAWN MCDONALD

His lyrics are truth.

 

They are simple.

 

No fluff.

 

No lies.

 

His music is pure and raw and alive.

 

It welcomes you and it welcomes God.

 

I need him--especially tonight, if not every night.

 

I'm truly afraid of who I would be today had A-- never made me listen to him freshman year.

 

His latest brilliance, interwoven with matured musicality, is out today: Analog Sessions.

 

It maintains the originals' essence while presenting them with new life. With a few new future hits as well.

 

And tonight, GRAVITY says what I needed to say even though I didn't know it yet. He always finds a way to say what I've been needing to. He always finds a way to God's heart, and thus mine too. Listen to our honest prayer tonight:

 

 

 

 

 

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new lilly pad

Anne Lammot tells us about the lilly pads in our lives. People, places, things, that were simply there to get us to another location or place in our life. I think this blog is now a lilly pad I am in the process of leaving. Gotta move forward right? So I am starting a new blog called

www.devilsconfusion.blogspot.com

I guess I will find out who actually looks at this one still ;)

thanks for reading and following up with my thoughts.

Music and Water

Thoughts...

Let's say you were to put a glass a water next to speakers and play a song really loud, wouldn't the water move, vibrate or something? Does the ripple from the middle out look cool?

And there was that study by that one guy with the words and bottles of water. He looked at the chemical structure or something before he wrote words on the bottles of water. It was a blueish clearish whiteish snowflake looking thing. A bunch of different snowflakes layered overtop oneanother.

He wrote something like "I hate you!" on one and something like "Love" on another. The one that said "I hate you!"'s chemical structure turned to yellowy, orangeish red shards of glass looking. The one that said "Love" looked like bigger bluer snowflakes.

What does this mean for us, as 90% water when we listen to music with lyrics? No wonder music can be healing. But does that mean what we listen to can also have a negative effect on us? I don't know about you, but I want to be a snowflake.

Poetical Irritability

This is for Roomie. I finally think I understand you...I think. You, my love, are a poet.

Poetical Irritability by Edgar Allen Poe

"That poets (using the word comprehensively, as including artists in general

and you are an artist

are genus irritabile, is well understood; but the why, seems not to be commonly seen.

you came back from Mississippi the first time different and we didn't understand it

An artist is an artist only by dint of his exquisite sense of Beauty--a sense affording him rapturous enjoyment, but at the same time implying, or involving, an equally exquisite sense of Deformity of disproportion. Thus a wrong--an injustice...excites him...

from talking on the phone with you admit that you get worked up ;) ...this next part is beautiful!

Poets see injustice never where it does not exist--but very often where the unpoetical see no injustice whatever. Thus poetical irritability has no reference to "temper" in the vulgar sense, but merely to a more than usual clear-sightedness in respect to Wrong:--this clear-sightedness being nothing more than a corollary

(a deduction from a proposition already proved true)

from the vivid perception of Right--of justice--of proportion--in a word,

here is my favorite, I think...

of Beauty (in Greek).

I can't write in Greek on this blog. Most wouldn't call Poe Christian, but I would. I honestly from reading him don't think that is too far fetched. If not then you have to admit he knew A LOT about faith, and one that seems Christian. But either way, from a Christian perspective, how beautiful is this!!?!?!

But one thing is clear--that the man who is not "irritable," (to the ordinary apprehension,) is no poet." -Graham's Magazine, May 1849

Roomie,
Any time you want to call and vent some poetical irritability to me I would be honored to get excited with you, honored to have you show me where there is injustice in this world. May you always hold on to and utilize, to the best of God's ability through you, this "poetical irritabilty" and continue to see through the "veil of the soul" and then show us where this world needs our help. If our hands are dirty or bloody from hurting this world may you help us stop. If they are clean may you tell us where we can get in there and help.

Guitars and God

Do you think a guitar would rather look well used but rarely ever be picked up or look brand new-never-before-used and be played everyday?

Think God feels the same way?

Think it matters if you look like you have a relationship with God, or if you actually have a relationship with God? What does Matthew 6 say about how we should be Christian? In secret maybe? For only God to see maybe? An audience of One hearing us play? Maybe.

Dance

Still working out the moves on this one...



I say I love You, yes I say it's true. I tell You I love You, but is this something I do? I say I love You, yes I say it's true. I tell You I love you, but is this something I do? I say I love You, yes I say--

He says He loves You, yes He says it's true. He tells me he loves You and it sounds like he does it too. He says he loves You, yes he says he loves You. He says he loves You and it sounds so true. He says He loves You, and He says...

Life is a dance, just a dance.
Life is a dance, so dance.
Life is a dance, just dance.
Life is a dance, let's dance with You.

I wanna dance like You so I can dance towards You.
I wanna dance towards You so I can dance with You.
I wanna dance with You, so I will dance with You,
And we'll dance forever, and for and ever.
And we'll dance forever, and for and ever.

We will dance with You because we love You.
We will dance with You.
Clunky at first, smooth with practice, we will dance into the abyss.
We will dance this romance like it's our last chance to show You, we love You.

Life is a dance, just a dance with You. Let's dance.

Do We Need A Superman?

I am one of the few people in this world that knows that there are five Superman movies, and I am a girl! My first love was Christopher Reeve. Instead of Disney movies being watched hundreds of thousands of times when I was younger it was Supes, well Superman or a Nadia Comăneci movie (the gymnast).

I never read comic books, I think thank God because I would be homeless from buying them, but I do know a lot about the mythology, the Superman Cannon if you will, though most look at me like I am crazy when I talk like that. And everything I learned I learned--like a good student in the front row of class never taking my eyes off the Teacher, ready to scoop up knowledge like ice cream or to grab my big neon straw when the ICEE was about to flow--from movies and TV. And over the years, starting with two Jewish boys in the early 1900s, to comics, to the radio, to comics, to cartoons, to comics, to TV, to comics, to cartoons, to movies, to comics, to TV, to a movie, to comics, to TV and back again, all involving people trying to evolve the Man of Steel so he works and sells to a current audience.

Superman adapts to the world we live in today. He has to sell now...and he does! I do not think the idea of Superman can ever die. He will live on forever. Looking at our world, he has to. There is no reason he wouldn't.

So this makes me think, think deeply about all these Superheroes we have around, all these supernatural shows and movies and comic books. They are everywhere, and I think, I think I do not believe there was much of a time when in some way a hero didn't exist. There have always been leaders, heroes, throughout time and history they have existed or been wished into existence in the imagination of our hearts. Our story contexts desire, no need, heroes. A main character we like, love, want around, to do something. To affect something. To effect something. Story, life, involves heroes. Don't they?

Looking at story as a metaphor for life we always have a hero. They have always been around and they always will be, it is just that these are super to live up to the super-uber-badness and evil we live in. Something has to be bigger than evil, we need to believe that. Doesn't story, life, involve heroes, and don't we wish they were super? But do we need them to be super?

This world we live in now, it is pretty ugly isn't it? I think it is. I turn the news on and am disgusted, my intestines get knotted and my pulse increases, my heart is thumping loud at the sounds of pain and destruction and hurt in this world. And I think, it is not getting better; it is only getting worse. And it is. It is getting worse. You can't tell me honestly that it isn't. Evil grows. It adapts. It evolves with the Times, shouldn't good?

Evil is strong, and it needs someone to fight it off to maintain balance. If you can take a good look at the world, not just the fairy world of America or California (and look closely enough here or with squinted eyes, depends on how wells yours work and if they transmit images from and to your heart as well as your brain, evil is super, and if evil is super, we need a superhero.

We live in a world longing for help, crying out for it really. Longing for peace, crying out for peace, yet we ourselves seem unable to produce it. Everywhere, every second, people are dying, getting hurt, hurting someone else, stealing, blowing things or people up, crashing cars, crashing planes, getting in accidents, starting wars...cats are stuck in trees, old ladies can't cross the street, young women are tied to railroad tracks, and there is a baby stroller somewhere about to get hit--Lois lane is hanging out of a helicopter as we live and breathe people--this world needs a hero, and he or she needs to be super.

This world needs the X-Men, a Bionic Woman, Clark Kent, The Flash, Batman, or Peter Patrelli after he figures out Adam is the bad guy. With Sylars and Lex Luthors out there we need someone to stand up to them. The world is sick. All we ourselves as mere humans can do is band aid the problems. We are not the doctor. We need the Doctor.

We need a Superman. If we could save ourselves don't you think we would have done it by now? We can't do this on our own people. Admit it. Evil is Super and we need a Superman. We need a Savior.