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The philosophers have long debated: Which is is the greater failure; to miss your goals, or to hit your goals poorly?
In an attempt not fall too far behind in my FAWM goals, I present a not ready for prime-time recording of some guitar playing. Be thankful I cut out the flute part entirely.
Recorded on the iPhone with ‘GigDaddy’.
©2011 Stephen G Brown
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Written in 2009. Recorded tonight.
Copyright 2009 Stephen G Brown
From the rising up to the setting sun
I will seek you Lord, you are the Holy One
When my work begins, when my day is done
I will worship You, You are the Holy One
I love You and I sing Your praise
I will worship You for all my days
And when my days on earth are through
Forever I will worship You
Shout and sing children of Zion
For great in your midst is the Holy One (Isaiah 12:6)
You will be gathered up by God’s own Son
Our eyes will look upon the Holy One (Isaiah 17:7)
I love You and I sing Your praise
I will worship You for all my days
And when my days on earth are through
Forever I will worship You
He will be despised and the nations scorn
But prince and king shall bow to the Holy One (Isaiah 49:7)
He will be made known to all of Adam’s sons
Pure will be the name of the Holy One (Ezekiel 39:7)
I love You and I sing Your praise
I will worship You for all my days
And when my days on earth are through
Forever I will worship You
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©2011 Stephen G Brown
Confused the east and west
When the sun comes up
Thought it was going down.
Thought day was night
Thought dark was light back then
I see much clearer now.
Come live in me that I might
Grow into the creation
That You made me for
Made me to be
These eyes have seen the Savior
A Light for all the nations
Joy of Israel
Sent to rescue me
I walked in counsel
That was all my own
It seemed to wise to me
But God’s foolishness
is wiser than
Any man can be
Come live in me that I might
Grow into the creation
That You made me for
Made me to be
These eyes have seen the Savior
A Light for all the nations
Joy of Israel
Sent to rescue me
He offered up His life
And washed us clean
His death has set us free
He rose to live again
Gives life to those who dwell in Him
He made the blind to see
Come live in me that I might
Grow into the creation
That You made me for
Made me to be
These eyes have seen the Savior
A Light for all the nations
Joy of Israel
Sent to rescue me
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The story is in the recording. Recorded on the iPhone.
©2011 Stephen G Brown
Oh the Pharoahs of ancient Egypt
They never like to fight
The Pharoahs of ancient Egypt
They think that there were always right
Oh the Pharoahs of ancient Egypt
They’re never on your side
But they always like to be on the winning team
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Another FAWM song. Any questions?
©2011 Stephen G Brown
I know one thing that can clear those blues
Go out back and shoot some 22s
If the blue’s too deep, it won’t let you free
Time to bust out the 223
Blues fade away ’till you’re feeling fine
Let it rip, with your auto 9
Things picking up, getting back your drive
Crack some caps with your 45
Bonnie Forsyth
We hammer on your cap
Spittin lead till the sun goes down
Let’s make that thunder crack
Hey Mister
Don’t put those guns away
That Barret 50 BMG
Could surely make my day
I can’t tell you which tools to use
But you’re better with a 10 guage to take down a goose
If you’re hunting dove, I think it’s plenty
With 7 and a half spit out a 20
That 410 will do to take something small
But for something much bigger it is no good at all
Pull out a 12 guage and try your luck
If your quarry is a pheasant, or maybe a duck
Bonnie Forsyth
We hammer on your cap
Spittin lead till the sun goes down
Let’s make that thunder crack
Hey Mister
Don’t put those guns away
That Barret 50 BMG
Could surely make my day
In the distance, a 12 point stag
I think you can take him with that 7 Mag
The shot’s to long, I think it would be dirty
To take it with my iron sight lever 30-30
Something heavy from a bigger bore
The .577 cal Tyranasaur
Take it with you, when you go
To Africa for a water buffalo
Bonnie Forsyth
We hammer on your cap
Spittin lead till the sun goes down
Let’s make that thunder crack
Hey Mister
Don’t put those guns away
That Barret 50 BMG
Could surely make my day
