dinner

1. when i'm dead
When I'm dead, I'll be listening, waiting for my Savior's voice. (2x)

Don't marvel, the hour is coming, when all entombed will hear His voice.
At His beckon all will come forth, some to death, some to life.

When I dine with Polonius, I'll be straining for my Savior's voice. (2x)

Chorus

I'll bust through casket, dig through dirt, push away the daisies, shake off the worms.
I'll bust through plywood, dig through topsoil, push away the plastic flowers that my no-good friends left me, shake off the worms.

Chorus

John 5:28 - 29

Note: This is song #1 of Trilogae Prima.

2. croak and soak
You know that I ain't lyin' when I say I don't mind dyin' (2x)
You know that I ain't lyin', 'cuz then I'll be flyin' to Jesus' side
Die then fly, die then fly. It's no lie, I'll die then fly to Jesus' side.

You know that I ain't jokin' when I say I don't mind croakin' (2x)
You know that I ain't jokin', 'cuz then I'll be soakin' in Jesus' light.
Croak then soak, croak then soak. It's no joke I'll croak then soak in Jesus' light.

killer guitar solo

You know that I ain't trippin' when I say I don't mind R.I.P.pin' (2x)
You know that I ain't trippin', 'cuz then I'll be shippin' out to Jesus' side.
R.I.P. then ship, R.I.P. then ship. It's no trip, I'll R.I.P. then ship to Jesus' side.

Note 1: In American slang, to trip means to joke (or be crazy--as in taking a drug-indcued trip.)
Note 2: R.I.P. means Rest In Peace
Note 3: This is song #2 of Trilogae Prima.

4. repeated consonants
The Ku Klux Klan, the Nazi SS, Planned Parenthood
I wonder if it's just coincedence
I don't think so
That all my favorite hate groups have repeated consonants
It's a conspiratorial use of non-vowels
I wonder if it's just coincedence
I really don't think so
That all my favorite hate groups have repeated consonants

Note 1: This song was rolling around in my head, in many different versions, for eight months. It finally emerged short and sweet and is probably my favorite song on the CD.
Note 2: This is song #1 of Trilogae Nexta.

5. operation rescue the weak
Our judges unjust, politics paltry, rulers unruly, freedom is faulty
Philosophy phony, science sadistic. Doctors destroy another statistic.

Lord, rescue the weak, avenge the needy. Deliver them from the wicked greedy. (2x)

PP's clinics: death at a bargain. Pro-choice semantics are just dung-filled jargon.
Abortion providers' Final Solution to the Fetus Question is saline solution.

Chorus

Shrewd plans are made against daughters and sons, conspire against treasured unborn ones.
Where's the Church now? Zoning board issues, new stained glass windows, thicker padded pews.

Chorus

Injustice Blackmun's assenting vote and opinion, "Murder, he wrote".
The Dred Scott case was much the same: not legally human, Supreme Court shame.

Chorus

Little ones you hate whose death you've sold--their angels in heaven the Father beholds.
(Better if you wore a necklace of millstone.)
Abortion defenders you're all liars liars, and it won't just be your pants on fire!

Psalm 82:4 (chorus); Psalm 83:3, 5; Matthew 18:6, 10

Note 1: PP = Planned Parenthood
Note 2: There was a long-running television show in America during part of the 1980's and 1990's starring Angela Landsbury called, "Murder, she wrote." It was a mystery--the show's premise (Angela Landsbury played a detective) and how the show stayed on so long.
Note 3: This is song #2 of Trilogae Nexta.

6. time to hate
It's time to overturn the tables, run out all the profit-makers, these captains of death's brightest industry. Getting rich and growing fatsies, they're more than just the culture's patsies: enlisted officers in Satan's army.

It's time to hate, it's time to hate, it's time to hate our sin.
It's time to hate, it's time to hate, it's time to hate abortion.

Each 30 seconds another death brings, PP's cash register it rings. They keep finding ways to make life cheaper. "We love the poor", I've heard them wail. "Bring your twins, a 2-for-1 sale." Their costs--subsidized by the Grim Reaper.

Chorus

Al Gore, you lost 'cuz you're a turncoat, betrayed the child to get the left's vote. More children now will get to take their first breath. Demmies aren't the only wrong ones. Repubbies and their love for handguns contribute to this culture stink with death.

Chorus

It's time to stop erecting steeples and start to fight for unborn peoples before Jesus says, "Get out of my face." The Church's game is Tuesday bingo, self-focused programs, lukewarm lingo: a waste of time and money and of space.

Chorus
It's time to love, it's time to love, it's time to love kindness.
It's time to do, it's time to do, it's time to do justice.
It's time to walk, it's time to walk, humbly with our God.

Ecclesiastes 3:8; Micah 6:8; Revelations 3:16;
Matthew 21:12

Note 1: I just noticed a grammatical error in what I sang: "Each 30 seconds another death brings." '30 seconds' is a plural subject, and so the verb should be 'bring.' Oops. Well, I had to rhyme it with 'rings.' No, I know what it was. I originally wrote "Each half-minute another death brings...", (and 'half-minute' is singular) created the 'rings' rhyme, then changed the lyric to '30 seconds,' forgetting about subject-verb agreement.
Note 2: (to self) Stop being so grammatically anal retentive.
Note 3: This is song #3 of Trilogae Nexta.

7. the tishbite's soundbite
It's time to decide, the fence to get off it. It's me and my God or baal and his prophets.
It's time to make a choice here and no more be shifty. It's me and my God or baal and 450.

You bring the ox and I'll bring some rocks. Then we'll see whose God is God.
Wood is your fodder, but I'll just use water. Then we'll see whose God is God.

He could have been sleeping and just gets up real slow. Perhaps you could rouse him with a hot cup of joe.
He might have been dozing and is still rather groggy. Maybe you could wake him with a steamin' cup of coffee.

Chorus

He might be on vacation, gets two weeks off with pay. He'll be back in the office a week from this Monday.
He just left on vacation; should've gotten out here sooner. Maternity leave is my guess: gave birth to baal junior.

Chorus

Perhaps it's a loud tune which baal doth require.
He won't act 'til you sing, "Come on baaly, light my fire."

Chorus
Your wood didn't consume-o, but God burned my H2O.
Now we see whose God is God.

1 Kings 17:1; 18:21 - 39

Note 1: Do you think Jim Morrison will mind?
Note 2: This is song #1 of Trilogae Lastabutnotleasta.