Lyrics (Pg. 2) :
Posie June:
This song was commissioned by a mom as a gift for her “one of a kind” daughter. I asked her to describe her little girl for me, and this is some of what she said:
“I'm going to preface her description with the fact that my first daughter, Audrey, died when she was six months old, May 20, 2006. Her birthday was November 2, 2005 and Posie June's is November 4, 2007. I never wanted another baby after losing Audrey and couldn't believe I'd love another child as much as I loved her……But Posie is the love of my life. She sleeps in my bed every night and I wouldn't want to sleep next to anyone else, but her. She's four years old, blonde, blue eyed. She's very animated when she talks, fingers pointing and hands on her hips. Curious George addict. Avid reader and painter. We watch the movie Hairspray about twice a day, John Waters' most recent version with John Travolta. She sings and dances along with the movie, even makes up songs about how much she loves Hairspray……I've grown up introverted and scared of the world around me, I do everything in my power to ensure that she will be as fearless as possible, to always believe in herself, know that she is amazing, smart and beautiful.I know there are millions of things I'm missing, but as long as I've gotten across how much I love this little girl and that I'd give her the moon if I could.”
She wrote a lot more, but you get the idea. So that’s what this one is about. Touching, tragic, happy, amazing story, right? I thought so too. I incorporated song titles (and words) from Hairspray in the lyrics. See if you can find them.
I said goodbye. Watched her go, and thought that I was all alone, and all alone I’d always be.
But you were there in the mist, long before I ever kissed your perfect face, and you erased every trace of me.
No, I was wrong, and before long you came to be.
It’s so strange how it goes. Tiny fingers and toes, so delicate, can bit by bit rebuild a world;
the fiercest fight, the brightest light from the smallest girl.
So dance Posie dance. Put the world in a trance.
No you can’t stop the beat. Posie June move your feet.
I’m completely enslaved by the way you behave, or misbehave, the way you rage, the way you sleep,
the way you crawl, the way you fall, the way you leap.
So sing, raise your voice, twist twist twist, ladies choice. You’re the new girl in town.
Posie June twirl around, ‘round and ‘round.
Dance Posey dance. Put the world in a trance.
No you can’t stop the beat. When Posie June moves her feet
I’m complete.
I watched her fall, and thought that I’d lost it all. I’d lost the stars. I’d lost the breeze. I’d lost the moon.
But I was wrong. ‘Cause before long came Posie June.
Today’s Sermon - “Intra-faith Conflict Isn’t Just Unavoidable. It’s A Moral Imperative. We Have to Fight It Out, For The Love Of God!!” Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!!
Know this, brothers and sisters, we are all truth seekers. God, in his infinite wisdom, has endowed us with the irrepressible, inescapable desire to know the truth, to know Him, and understand His plan for us. He has given us the gift of perpetual curiosity about our place in his universe. He has imparted to us the knowledge of our own fragility, that we are here in this reality for but a short while. Yet he has offered us absolutely no insight into what comes next, and that frightens us. That’s where religion comes in. To give us the answers we so desperately seek, and the peace of mind that so often eludes us. There are currently over 700 active religions on this planet. Each divided into sects, and subsets that number in the thousands. Since only one religion can be the right religion, the vast majority of us must be worshipping the wrong God! And to make matters far far worse, it is a precept of most religions that God not only offers no comfort to those of us duped into the wrong faith, He actually condemns us to an eternity of unimaginable agony for our miscalculation. In other words, He hates us. Not all of us mind you, just those of us who go to the wrong churches, which is “almost” all of us. Consequently, it is imperative that we flesh out the truth. That we determine, once and for all, who among us is truly God’s chosen people, and which of us he hates. That’s why we should fight about what happens when you die.
What happens When You Die: See “Today’s Sermon”
Oh I think we should fight about what happens when you die.
'Cause you’re wrong, and I’m right about that guy up in the sky.
Your faith is sin. You’ll never win, and if you even try
I’ll knock you out ‘cause you’re wrong about what happens when you die.
God hates the Mormon, and the Catholic, and the Hindu, and the witchy Wiccan.
The Muslim makes him panic stricken. He also hates the Jew (oy!),
the famous Scientologist, the Atheist biologist, patchouli soaked Astrologist.
Which pagan pig are you?
Oh I think we should fight about what happens when you die.
‘Cause you’re wrong, and I’m right about that guy up in the sky.
Your faith is sin. You’ll never win, and if you even try
I’ll knock you out ‘cause you’re wrong about what happens when you die.
Well, you Baptists, and you Methodists are gonna be the death of us.
‘Cause God above is getting pissed, and you’re the reason why.
An angel told me, in a dream, that I am on the winning team.
And if I fight I’ll be extremely happy (when I die).
So I think we should fight about what happens when you die.
‘Cause you’re wrong, and I’m right about that fella in the sky.
Your faith is sin. You’ll never win, and if you even try
I’ll knock you out ‘cause you’re wrong about what happens when you die.
Oh I think we should fight about what happens when you die.
‘Cause you’re wrong, and I’m right about that guy up in the sky.
Your faith is sin. You’ll never win, and if you even try
I’ll knock you out ‘cause it’s all about what happens when you die.
Stupid world: Duh.
Stupid is as stupid does. Stupid will be. Stupid was.
Stupid's everywhere at any time because it’s a stupid world.
Stupid you, and stupid me. Stupid fears of what will be
once stupid zillionaires have bought every flower and tree in this stupid world.
Am I supposed to be a man on a mission, a champion? God forbid.
Was I supposed to have a plan, or a vision? ‘Cause I don’t, and I never did.
I know. It’s stupid.
(I mean I don’t even know what I should be doing right now. How ‘bout a key change?)
But stupid me loves stupid you. I love our stupid children too.
So take me by the hand, and help me wander through this stupid world.
Dr. Dave: This one is about my friend Dave Wood who isn't with us anymore. He always made me smile, and he still does.
I refuse to be blue. Not every dream can be a dream come true.
Got no time to be ashamed. Got too much to do. So I'll to try not to misbehave.
And no one is one of kind. No, you've got your baggage, and I've got mine.
But it ain’t what you’re carrying. It's what you leave behind. I learned that from Dr. Dave.
If you live for the quest, not what you hope to find, imagine the steps you'll save.
I may never be right. I may never win, but then again I might.
And if the finish line is forever out of sight, what difference what path I pave?
‘Cause I had a dream that all was alright; a message from Dr. Dave.
When motivation is undone by faith or fear,
the Emerald City disappears.
Do you remember the day the Giants stepped up and put the Pats away?
And we just sat there laughing at the play by play,
especially Dr. Dave.
(And we had pickled okra, and chicken wings. It was a wonderful afternoon.)
When motivation is undone by faith or fear,
the Emerald City disappears.
No I may never be right. I may never win, and then again I might.
But if the finish line is forever out of sight, what difference what path I pave?
‘Cause I had a dream that all was alright; a message from Dr. Dave.
Yes I had a dream that all was right. I know it came from Dr. Dave.
This song was commissioned by a mom as a gift for her “one of a kind” daughter. I asked her to describe her little girl for me, and this is some of what she said:
“I'm going to preface her description with the fact that my first daughter, Audrey, died when she was six months old, May 20, 2006. Her birthday was November 2, 2005 and Posie June's is November 4, 2007. I never wanted another baby after losing Audrey and couldn't believe I'd love another child as much as I loved her……But Posie is the love of my life. She sleeps in my bed every night and I wouldn't want to sleep next to anyone else, but her. She's four years old, blonde, blue eyed. She's very animated when she talks, fingers pointing and hands on her hips. Curious George addict. Avid reader and painter. We watch the movie Hairspray about twice a day, John Waters' most recent version with John Travolta. She sings and dances along with the movie, even makes up songs about how much she loves Hairspray……I've grown up introverted and scared of the world around me, I do everything in my power to ensure that she will be as fearless as possible, to always believe in herself, know that she is amazing, smart and beautiful.I know there are millions of things I'm missing, but as long as I've gotten across how much I love this little girl and that I'd give her the moon if I could.”
She wrote a lot more, but you get the idea. So that’s what this one is about. Touching, tragic, happy, amazing story, right? I thought so too. I incorporated song titles (and words) from Hairspray in the lyrics. See if you can find them.
I said goodbye. Watched her go, and thought that I was all alone, and all alone I’d always be.
But you were there in the mist, long before I ever kissed your perfect face, and you erased every trace of me.
No, I was wrong, and before long you came to be.
It’s so strange how it goes. Tiny fingers and toes, so delicate, can bit by bit rebuild a world;
the fiercest fight, the brightest light from the smallest girl.
So dance Posie dance. Put the world in a trance.
No you can’t stop the beat. Posie June move your feet.
I’m completely enslaved by the way you behave, or misbehave, the way you rage, the way you sleep,
the way you crawl, the way you fall, the way you leap.
So sing, raise your voice, twist twist twist, ladies choice. You’re the new girl in town.
Posie June twirl around, ‘round and ‘round.
Dance Posey dance. Put the world in a trance.
No you can’t stop the beat. When Posie June moves her feet
I’m complete.
I watched her fall, and thought that I’d lost it all. I’d lost the stars. I’d lost the breeze. I’d lost the moon.
But I was wrong. ‘Cause before long came Posie June.
Today’s Sermon - “Intra-faith Conflict Isn’t Just Unavoidable. It’s A Moral Imperative. We Have to Fight It Out, For The Love Of God!!” Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!!
Know this, brothers and sisters, we are all truth seekers. God, in his infinite wisdom, has endowed us with the irrepressible, inescapable desire to know the truth, to know Him, and understand His plan for us. He has given us the gift of perpetual curiosity about our place in his universe. He has imparted to us the knowledge of our own fragility, that we are here in this reality for but a short while. Yet he has offered us absolutely no insight into what comes next, and that frightens us. That’s where religion comes in. To give us the answers we so desperately seek, and the peace of mind that so often eludes us. There are currently over 700 active religions on this planet. Each divided into sects, and subsets that number in the thousands. Since only one religion can be the right religion, the vast majority of us must be worshipping the wrong God! And to make matters far far worse, it is a precept of most religions that God not only offers no comfort to those of us duped into the wrong faith, He actually condemns us to an eternity of unimaginable agony for our miscalculation. In other words, He hates us. Not all of us mind you, just those of us who go to the wrong churches, which is “almost” all of us. Consequently, it is imperative that we flesh out the truth. That we determine, once and for all, who among us is truly God’s chosen people, and which of us he hates. That’s why we should fight about what happens when you die.
What happens When You Die: See “Today’s Sermon”
Oh I think we should fight about what happens when you die.
'Cause you’re wrong, and I’m right about that guy up in the sky.
Your faith is sin. You’ll never win, and if you even try
I’ll knock you out ‘cause you’re wrong about what happens when you die.
God hates the Mormon, and the Catholic, and the Hindu, and the witchy Wiccan.
The Muslim makes him panic stricken. He also hates the Jew (oy!),
the famous Scientologist, the Atheist biologist, patchouli soaked Astrologist.
Which pagan pig are you?
Oh I think we should fight about what happens when you die.
‘Cause you’re wrong, and I’m right about that guy up in the sky.
Your faith is sin. You’ll never win, and if you even try
I’ll knock you out ‘cause you’re wrong about what happens when you die.
Well, you Baptists, and you Methodists are gonna be the death of us.
‘Cause God above is getting pissed, and you’re the reason why.
An angel told me, in a dream, that I am on the winning team.
And if I fight I’ll be extremely happy (when I die).
So I think we should fight about what happens when you die.
‘Cause you’re wrong, and I’m right about that fella in the sky.
Your faith is sin. You’ll never win, and if you even try
I’ll knock you out ‘cause you’re wrong about what happens when you die.
Oh I think we should fight about what happens when you die.
‘Cause you’re wrong, and I’m right about that guy up in the sky.
Your faith is sin. You’ll never win, and if you even try
I’ll knock you out ‘cause it’s all about what happens when you die.
Stupid world: Duh.
Stupid is as stupid does. Stupid will be. Stupid was.
Stupid's everywhere at any time because it’s a stupid world.
Stupid you, and stupid me. Stupid fears of what will be
once stupid zillionaires have bought every flower and tree in this stupid world.
Am I supposed to be a man on a mission, a champion? God forbid.
Was I supposed to have a plan, or a vision? ‘Cause I don’t, and I never did.
I know. It’s stupid.
(I mean I don’t even know what I should be doing right now. How ‘bout a key change?)
But stupid me loves stupid you. I love our stupid children too.
So take me by the hand, and help me wander through this stupid world.
Dr. Dave: This one is about my friend Dave Wood who isn't with us anymore. He always made me smile, and he still does.
I refuse to be blue. Not every dream can be a dream come true.
Got no time to be ashamed. Got too much to do. So I'll to try not to misbehave.
And no one is one of kind. No, you've got your baggage, and I've got mine.
But it ain’t what you’re carrying. It's what you leave behind. I learned that from Dr. Dave.
If you live for the quest, not what you hope to find, imagine the steps you'll save.
I may never be right. I may never win, but then again I might.
And if the finish line is forever out of sight, what difference what path I pave?
‘Cause I had a dream that all was alright; a message from Dr. Dave.
When motivation is undone by faith or fear,
the Emerald City disappears.
Do you remember the day the Giants stepped up and put the Pats away?
And we just sat there laughing at the play by play,
especially Dr. Dave.
(And we had pickled okra, and chicken wings. It was a wonderful afternoon.)
When motivation is undone by faith or fear,
the Emerald City disappears.
No I may never be right. I may never win, and then again I might.
But if the finish line is forever out of sight, what difference what path I pave?
‘Cause I had a dream that all was alright; a message from Dr. Dave.
Yes I had a dream that all was right. I know it came from Dr. Dave.