Thursday 26 June 2008
Wednesday 25 June 2008
Nature Boy
I was just a boy when I sat down
To watch the news on TV
I saw some ordinary slaughter
I saw some routine atrocity
My father said, don't look away
You got to be strong, you got to be bold, now
He said, that in the end it is beauty
That is going to save the world, now
And she moves among the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me
I was walking around the flower show like a leper
Coming down with some kind of nervous hysteria
When I saw you standing there, green eyes, black hair
Up against the pink and purple wisteria
You said, hey, nature boy, are you looking at me
With some unrighteous intention?
My knees went weak, I couldn't speak, I was having thoughts
That were not in my best interests to mention
And she moves among the flowers
And she floats upon the smoke
She moves among the shadows
She moves me with just one little look
You took me back to your place
And dressed me up in a deep sea diver's suit
You played the patriot, you raised the flag
And I stood at full salute
Later on we smoked a pipe that struck me dumb
And made it impossible to speak
As you closed in, in slow motion,
Quoting Sappho, in the original Greek
She moves among the shadows
She floats upon the breeze
She moves among the candles
And we moved through the days and through the years
Years passed by, we were walking by the sea
Half delirious
You smiled at me and said, Babe
I think this thing is getting kind of serious
You pointed at something and said
Have you ever seen such a beautiful thing?
It was then that I broke down
It was then that you lifted me up again
She moves among the sparrows
And she walks across the sea
She moves among the flowers
And she moves something deep inside of me
She moves among the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
And she moves right up close to me
To watch the news on TV
I saw some ordinary slaughter
I saw some routine atrocity
My father said, don't look away
You got to be strong, you got to be bold, now
He said, that in the end it is beauty
That is going to save the world, now
And she moves among the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me
I was walking around the flower show like a leper
Coming down with some kind of nervous hysteria
When I saw you standing there, green eyes, black hair
Up against the pink and purple wisteria
You said, hey, nature boy, are you looking at me
With some unrighteous intention?
My knees went weak, I couldn't speak, I was having thoughts
That were not in my best interests to mention
And she moves among the flowers
And she floats upon the smoke
She moves among the shadows
She moves me with just one little look
You took me back to your place
And dressed me up in a deep sea diver's suit
You played the patriot, you raised the flag
And I stood at full salute
Later on we smoked a pipe that struck me dumb
And made it impossible to speak
As you closed in, in slow motion,
Quoting Sappho, in the original Greek
She moves among the shadows
She floats upon the breeze
She moves among the candles
And we moved through the days and through the years
Years passed by, we were walking by the sea
Half delirious
You smiled at me and said, Babe
I think this thing is getting kind of serious
You pointed at something and said
Have you ever seen such a beautiful thing?
It was then that I broke down
It was then that you lifted me up again
She moves among the sparrows
And she walks across the sea
She moves among the flowers
And she moves something deep inside of me
She moves among the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
And she moves right up close to me
Monday 23 June 2008
One & Only
Well....... The New Album is finished and is off to the printers today so it should be released on the 14th July......
You can hear one of tracks, 'One & Only' on my myspace page: myspace.com/davidgatemusic
and I'll be putting a few more over the next few weeks.....
It's going to be called 'Nothing to Fear' and will be released on Trinity's label...... Produced by my own fair hand, I am more satisfied with this than any other record I've been involved in..... it is not nearly perfect enough (and I still can't sing like Scott Walker) but its my best shot and I can live with that.....
Track Order:
Imago Dei
The Way That You Father Me
Bones
Psalm 23
The One I Adore
One and Only
Hope of Better Days
Thank You
One Thing
Everywhere I Go
Nothing Bigger
Pure Like You
can't wait for you to hear it....
dg
Thursday 19 June 2008
Does Death Have Any Friends?
I've not bought it yet... I want some reactions before deciding whether or not to feed my children for a day to buy it....give me your score out of 5
and also how much you liked coldplay before this album, also out of 5... so i can gain an accurate picture... all comments welcome
eg.
Viva = 4
Coldplay = 3
cheers!
dg
Thursday 12 June 2008
This New Move....
BAM!
People all over the world are seeing that God is on the move doing new and incredible things...
my favourite line from the post is....
"This is a Holy Spirit inspired movement, not a worship leader inspired movement. Expect to write and sing new songs that won't make the CCLI top 25"
Amen to that!
....and Amen to this!
Part 6 What I am FOR - Kisses
British men have a problem with kisses. Not the saliva-drenched, tongue-filled snogging that you do with ‘yer bird’. But any other kind of kiss that represents affection without any hint of desire or libido. The Italians, French and Spaniards have no problem with it. In those countries you greet almost everyone with a kiss. But here if you are a man and you kiss another man then there is only one reason: you are gay.
The Biblical imagery of ‘a kiss’ is clear and frequent. One of the most frequent words used to describe worship in the New Testament means to ‘kiss’. We are encouraged 5 times to ‘greet one another with a holy kiss’. Jesus defends the prostitute who kissed His feet in worship and, of course, He even allows himself to be betrayed with a kiss.
The trouble for us is our culture sexualises everything. Everything is an innuendo, or a double entendre. It’s as if we are all stuck in an inescapable Carry On film. So when we start talking about ‘kisses’ and ‘intimacy’ in the context of a relationship with God is makes a lot of people uncomfortable, even squirmish.
There are those that find the idea of ‘kissing’ as a metaphor for worship to be simply irreverent. There are plenty who find that intimate language and imagery is an anathema to their view of a Holy God. Yet I find all arguments against intimate worship to be unfounded and wholly unconvincing.
"Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little." - Luke 7:44-47
She kissed not in defiance of His Holiness, but because of His Holiness. She is the only one who has seen who He really is. Her actions of extravagant praise and of tears and kisses cut through all socially acceptable norms.
Think about it.
A prostitute who is crying whilst pouring out perfume on His feet before letting down her hair and wiping away her tears.
The sexual connotations are not lost on the Pharisee. He is outraged that such an irreverent, defiled and wasteful act would happen in His house. Yet this act of worship delights Jesus and He defends her eloquently, passionately rejecting the Pharisee’s admonishment.
We must continue to proceed into intimate worship, coming forward to kiss Him, with no shame or guilt. We certainly must not surrender to bringing in the baggage of our overly sexualised culture.
He is our King and He deserves nothing less than our kisses at His feet.
The Biblical imagery of ‘a kiss’ is clear and frequent. One of the most frequent words used to describe worship in the New Testament means to ‘kiss’. We are encouraged 5 times to ‘greet one another with a holy kiss’. Jesus defends the prostitute who kissed His feet in worship and, of course, He even allows himself to be betrayed with a kiss.
The trouble for us is our culture sexualises everything. Everything is an innuendo, or a double entendre. It’s as if we are all stuck in an inescapable Carry On film. So when we start talking about ‘kisses’ and ‘intimacy’ in the context of a relationship with God is makes a lot of people uncomfortable, even squirmish.
There are those that find the idea of ‘kissing’ as a metaphor for worship to be simply irreverent. There are plenty who find that intimate language and imagery is an anathema to their view of a Holy God. Yet I find all arguments against intimate worship to be unfounded and wholly unconvincing.
"Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little." - Luke 7:44-47
She kissed not in defiance of His Holiness, but because of His Holiness. She is the only one who has seen who He really is. Her actions of extravagant praise and of tears and kisses cut through all socially acceptable norms.
Think about it.
A prostitute who is crying whilst pouring out perfume on His feet before letting down her hair and wiping away her tears.
The sexual connotations are not lost on the Pharisee. He is outraged that such an irreverent, defiled and wasteful act would happen in His house. Yet this act of worship delights Jesus and He defends her eloquently, passionately rejecting the Pharisee’s admonishment.
We must continue to proceed into intimate worship, coming forward to kiss Him, with no shame or guilt. We certainly must not surrender to bringing in the baggage of our overly sexualised culture.
He is our King and He deserves nothing less than our kisses at His feet.
Tuesday 10 June 2008
Smaller Farms - Greater Yield
So I was reading this article on farming ... seeing as you ask, actually I do have better things to do, I was just putting them off.... and I was struck by the seemingly counterintuitive discovery that small farms are more efficient and can yield up to 20 times more than large farms....
Like I said here, I think there is more to be said for working intensively in your church and community than creating a great big (famous and "successful") farm for yourself that you can't possibly yield properly.
Why travel the globe when there is a harvest waiting in your back garden?
dg
Friday 6 June 2008
Tuesday 3 June 2008
Monday 2 June 2008
Pump it Up
Ive been on tenterhooks
Ending in dirty looks,
Listning to the muzak,
Thinking bout this n that.
She said thats that.
I dont wanna chitter-chat.
Turn it down a little bit
Or turn it down flat.
Pump it up when you dont really need it.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Down in the pleasure centre,
Hell bent or heaven sent,
Listen to the propaganda,
Listen to the latest slander.
Theres nothing underhand
That she wouldnt understand.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you dont really need it.
Shes been a bad girl.
Shes like a chemical.
Though you try to stop it,
Shes like a narcotic.
You wanna torture her.
You wanna talk to her.
All the things you bought for her,
Putting up your temprature.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you dont really need it.
Out in the fashion show,
Down in the bargain bin,
You put your passion out
Under the pressure pin.
Fall into submission,
Hit-and-run transmission.
No use wishing now for any other sin.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you dont really need it.
Ending in dirty looks,
Listning to the muzak,
Thinking bout this n that.
She said thats that.
I dont wanna chitter-chat.
Turn it down a little bit
Or turn it down flat.
Pump it up when you dont really need it.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Down in the pleasure centre,
Hell bent or heaven sent,
Listen to the propaganda,
Listen to the latest slander.
Theres nothing underhand
That she wouldnt understand.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you dont really need it.
Shes been a bad girl.
Shes like a chemical.
Though you try to stop it,
Shes like a narcotic.
You wanna torture her.
You wanna talk to her.
All the things you bought for her,
Putting up your temprature.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you dont really need it.
Out in the fashion show,
Down in the bargain bin,
You put your passion out
Under the pressure pin.
Fall into submission,
Hit-and-run transmission.
No use wishing now for any other sin.
Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you dont really need it.
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