Monday Morning Musical Musings

Rez Band - White Noise

Defective youth, the writing's on the wall


Decline of the West, see the fallout fall

Violence, banner of the tough

Politicians playing blind man's bluff



Now what, whose deal?

What's truth, what's real?

Turn it down, turn it off

It's all white noise to me



America's missiles, a superpower blessed

A hungry child is crying, pretend it's just a test

Russia's got the gulag, Pretoria the bomb

Making sure the weak keep silent, move along



Defective man, the writing's on your heart

Reality of evil, tearing you apart

Hanging in the balance, you hear the Savior call

Make Him Lord of everything or see the nations fall



Now what, whose deal?

He's truth, He's real

Open up, start to feel

No more white noise for me
 

Monday Morning Musical Musings

REZ Band  - Gameroom (1984)

The lyrics below describe in very vivid detail a part of my time as a 'troubled teenager'.
Push that button, squeeze that coin
Finger sweating, see the numbers climb
Graphic action, flashing screen
But who is the pilot, and what does it mean

My friends and my foes
My thrills and my woes
They live on
In memory cells, in fantasy wells
We press on and on and on
I am king, king of the gameroom
Here I'm lord, chairman of the board
I am king, king of the gameroom

I got nothing at home
I'm no one at school
The jocks and the rockers
They think I'm a fool
But this is my kingdom
And here I'm the man
No one can touch me
And I can command

So push that button, squeeze that coin
Fingers sweating, see the numbers climb
Graphic action, flashing screen
But who is the pilot, what does it mean

I am trapped
Prisoner in the gameroom
Deep inside I don't know what life's about
I'm a prisoner
A victim of the gameroom
God where are you
Shoe me how to get out
God where are you
Show me how to get out

Monday Morning Musical Musings

While not fond of Keeping Stock's Christian music, we (me, myself and I) do enjoy music in its various forms. While digging through some old piano music stored in a box in a dark corner far away... I found this little gem called The Coloring Song - by Petra.


Red is the color of the blood that flowed


Down the face of Someone Who loved us so

He's the perfect man, He's the Lord's own son,

He's the Lamb of God, He's the only one

That can give us life, that can make us grow,

That can make the love between us flow.



Blue is the color of a heart so cold

It will not bend when the story's told

Of the love of God for a sinful race

Of the blood that flowed down Jesus face

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can keep our hearts from growing cold.



Gold is the color of the morning sun

That shines so freely an every one

It's the sun above that keeps us warm

It's the Son of love that calms the storm

That can give us life that can make us grow,

That can turn our mornings into gold.



Brown is the color of the autumn leaves

When the winter comes to the barren trees

There is birth, there is death, there is a plan

And there's just one God, and there's just one man

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can make our sins as white as snow



That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can turn our mornings into gold.

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can keep our hearts from growing cold.

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can make the love between us flow.