Archive for February, 2011

new video > down to my knees

Sunday, February 20th, 2011
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I asked my label about doing some interpretive videos – and they said, and I quote, “we don’t have the money”. Remaining undaunted I spoke to Kaylee, (my daughter) about shooting some footage I might be able to use. She was open – but since we don’t have a proper video recorder – we had to use our canon powershot, which is actually a still camera with video options, and that means that we lose some detail in the process. Great, now we need a location “how about b-works” someone suggested…well – b-works is my trusty basement studio / lab, and well, that was as good of an idea as any. So my friends – here you have down to my knees which was an October release in my wallop series. I have included the lyrics here, since I never did on the original release. This is the first of what I hope will be many new videos to come…the lyrics are below the video, just click the arrow and stream.

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down to my knees

bright shining love like the stars above me
yeah this I know is true
deep waves of power over me tower over me
whats a man – whats a man to do
birds taking flight beasts run with might
wonders they abound so and as I kneel
and as I fall I’m struck to feel
Im struck to feel my king so profound

you bring me down to my knees
na na na na na na na na…

and all this world man woman pushin shovin
provin now baby now what they gonna do
and as I look and as I run and as I look and find
now more more more what you going through

well breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe the pain
oh no more more what you gotta do
and I live and I live oh deep inside
I open my eyes and bring heal

you bring me down to my knees
na na na na na na na na…


as I’m going down I’m going to praise you
as I’m going down I’m going to praise you
when I’m going down I’m going to praise you
I lift off my crown – God I want to thank you.

The Way Of The Soul or In Memoriam

Saturday, February 12th, 2011
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I have not been a great fan of poetry, for the simple reason I did not find a lot of poetry that I liked. These days that is changing. I have, for the first time, been working my way through Tennyson’s In Memoriam, and it really is something I would highly recommend. Good poetry – like good art, opens up great vistas of feeling and desire. So much of what we are confronted with, in the name of art and music these days is real poison. I think CS Lewis said something to the effect of deny the body food, and it will gobble up poison. If we deny the rightful worship (kneeling before what is truly worthy / bow down before our superior), we will gobble poisons in glorifying murderers, prostitutes, thieves, greed, criminal behavior and vain fashions. Dunno about you – but I sure see a lot of that going on these days. I have been working through Ecclesiastes in the last weeks, and as a commentary I have used Shade Of His Hand by Oswald Chambers, which you can get used for $3 – $5.00 at Amazon. At the start of Ecclesiastes 8 OC quotes Tennyson;

…life is not as idle ore,

But iron dug from central gloom,
And heated hot with burning fears,
And dipt in baths of hissing tears,
And batter’d with the shocks of doom
To shape and use.

so true….then as I looked up the poem I found several other sections I enjoyed – but will share 2 with you;

Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,
While I rose up against my doom,
And yearn’d to burst the folded gloom,
To bare the eternal Heavens again,

To feel once more, in placid awe,
The strong imagination roll
A sphere of stars about my soul,
In all her motion one with law;

If thou wert with me, and the grave
Divide us not, be with me now,
And enter in at breast and brow,
Till all my blood, a fuller wave,

Be quicken’d with a livelier breath,
And like an inconsiderate boy,
As in the former flash of joy,
I slip the thoughts of life and death;

And all the breeze of Fancy blows,
And every dew-drop paints a bow,
The wizard lightnings deeply glow,
And every thought breaks out a rose.


Whatever I have said or sung,
Some bitter notes my harp would give,
Yea, tho’ there often seem’d to live
A contradiction on the tongue,

Yet Hope had never lost her youth;
She did but look through dimmer eyes;
Or Love but play’d with gracious lies,
Because he felt so fix’d in truth:

And if the song were full of care,
He breathed the spirit of the song;
And if the words were sweet and strong
He set his royal signet there;

Abiding with me till I sail
To seek thee on the mystic deeps,
And this electric force, that keeps
A thousand pulses dancing, fail.

there really is so much that elevates and enlivens in this poem – I can only hope you find some time in your “3 minute limits” which is a common malady in our short attention society – and dive deeply into a very alive place that will have you feeling, thinking and embracing what is good in a dramatically new way. Keep in mind, Tennyson was a sinful man like you and I, and I would not for a moment suggest we bow before him and his work – but simply follow the references toward Christ and His love for us, and soar.

If you would like to read the poem, click the link below;

In Memoriam

The Archangel Michael Piercing the Dragon

Friday, February 4th, 2011
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Martin Schongauer 1475

Martin Schongauer 1475

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lovin this!

Bruegel Hope

Tuesday, February 1st, 2011
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Bruegel Hope 1559

Bruegel Hope 1559

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Dated 1559, Hope stands on a large anchor on a raging “sea of troubles”. She holds in one hand a spade, in the other a scythe; a tall beehive serves as her headgear. These are tools used by men whose work is especially subject to risk, and whose hearts are filled with hope for a favorable outcome – the peasant (farmer) and the sailor or fisherman. The Latin motto below reads “The assurance that hope gives us is most pleasant and most essential to an existence amid so many insupportable woes.” Sailors overboard thrash in the water, giant fish threatening, prisoners shackled in locks, a raging house fire, a pregnant woman praying, and a tiller of soil in the background, working and living, everyone in hope “amid so many insupportable woes”. You could say this hope supports existence amid the troubles and woes, and the more terrible the trials, the greater the hope needed to survive them. At wits end perhaps all will be lost save hope.


Tuesday, February 1st, 2011
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quite busy behind the scenes…did a soundtrack for a jingle contest, am working on some new music, one tentatively named “intro 2011″…which would be the logical next step from outro 2010…and had intended to finish in January – but you know the “management by crisis’ dance…working on some videos for songs which should be forthcoming fairly soon, as well as going through a fairly specific “to do” list for on/offline promotions…the plates, my friends, are spinning at an exhilarating rate, do stay tuned.