Nov 3, 2015

unequal society

we are a very unequal society
developing a theology of poverty
starts with us all becoming more generous
micro start to a macro issue
we all want to live in a nice area, not everyone wants to be inner-city or rural
those of us stranded here we know stuff
had experience's
gained knowledge
just not wanted



face down in a broken street
there a man in the corner in a pool of misery
I don't believe anymore


U2 raised by wolves


well lets keep wrestling beats unbelief


love this song playing in my head
Landed by Ben folds


We'd hit the bottom
I thought it was my fault
And in a way I guess it was
I'm just now finding out what it was all about
We'd moved to the west coast
Away from everyone
She never told me that you called
Back when I was still, I was still in love
'Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it's bye-bye, goodbye, I tried
And I twisted it wrong just to make it right
Had to leave myself behind
And I've been flying high all night
So come pick me up, I've landed
The daily dramas
She made from nothing
So nothing ever made it right
She liked to push me
And talk me back down
'Til I believed I was the crazy one
And in a way I guess I was
While I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it's bye-bye, goodbye, I tried
Dragging the sea of a trouble mind
Had to leave myself behind
Singing bye bye, goodbye, I tried
If you wrote me off, I'd understand it
'Cause I've been on some other planet
So come pick me up
I've landed
And you will be so
Happy to know
I've come alone
It's over
While I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it's bye-bye, goodbye, I tried
Down comes the reign of the telephone czar
It's okay to call
And I will answer for myself
Come pick me up
Come pick me up
I've landed

: Ben Folds - Landed



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