I recently wrote song about people who avoid the truth. One of the verses is my atheism coming out:
She knelt and prayed at Jesus' feet
She said, "Life is hard, but Heaven's sweet"
And, all the loved ones I will meet
Please say we all live one
Jesus waved his arm
And said, "Up there's only sky.
Now, get on your feet and be a big girl. Goodbye.'
And the answers she was lookin for were swarming all around
So she looked down and pretended she didn't see.
This is a great idea. All I can say is "more, more and more." For millennia, believers have reinforced their message with music. It's time for atheists to make a joyful noise. Maybe someday a "Humanist Song Book." Music is very powerful - even atheists felt emotionally affected when, as an experiment, they held hands and sang "Amazing Grace." Imagine 500 atheists singing beautiful songs about the powers of the human mind and the wonders of nature and science.
Jerry Phillips' Humanist Hymnal, a collection of reclaimed Christian hymns and (Christmas/Yule) carols, is back online!
(And we now have some stirring new humanistic words to the Hallelujah Chorus!)
Many thanks, Cat!
From, "Shut the Fuck Up"
The preacher looked down his long nose and said, "Son, Jesus Loves you.
He's up there in Heaven smiling and thinking of you.
But you better get down on your knees.'Put somethin in the collection plate please
Or you'll burn in Hell while Jesus is miles above you."
And I said, "Why don't you shut the fuck up? You're makin me sad.
Why does it make you feel good to make me feel bad?
All I want is my Harley to ride
Play my guitar, get laid, and get high.
Why don't you shut the fuck up? You're makin me sad."
Wrote this while thinking about Burkas...
song is called Hate covered Woman from the album "In the West"
A warm desert wind blew the candles all out
thin wiry bones in the flesh of the trout
grazing pink royal palette's of chosen devout far away far away,
The sea is not red and the waters not wine
compass points east but it's west that I find
hate covered women walking ten feet behind far away far away
Brown leather saddles grace the equine elite
hot desert sand burns the soles of their feet
the vision the image the fear of defeat
far away far away.