Tålamod, om jag får be...

Fullt medveten om hur dålig jag varit på att uppdatera min blog så kommer här ett inlägg som med största sannolikhet inte kommer tillfredställa en hungrig läsare. Den ständiga tidsbristen hindrar mig från att skriva något långt, något seriöst, något kul. Men jag satt och läste lite låttexter från urminnes tid, från DC-Talk's storhetstid, och hittade några riktiga guldkorn. Hoppas de förmår bringa tålamod till mina blogläsare tills nästa gång.

Hur som helst, och vad som än hände med denna lysande grupp, så har de några våldsamt bra texter:

Under these circumstances, they can hardly cope
Notice their fleeting glances and their lack of hope
You'll never find peace of mind in your pool of self
You'll never find peace of mind in a sea of wealth
You'll never find peace of mind in your rock and roll
You'll never find peace of mind if you sell your soul

We circumvent our feelings through an angry sound
He who complains the loudest, wears the fattest crown
You'll never find peace of mind in your lucky charm
You'll never find peace of mind on a hippie farm
You'll never find peace of mind in a one-night stand
You'll never find peace of mind in your superman
(like it, love it, need it)

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I keep trying to find a life
On my own, apart from You
I am the king of excuses
I've got one for every selfish thing I do
The disease of self runs through my blood
It's a cancer fatal to my soul
Every attempt on my behalf has failed
To bring this sickness under control

Honesty becomes me
- There's nothing left to lose
The secrets that did run me
- In your presence are defused
Pride has no position
- And riches have no worth
The fame that once did cover me
- Has been sentenced to this earth
(In the light)