You are my only God.
I'm a servant of the Living Christ
A moron wide awake
Houseboy of the mystery
A fool for Jesus' sake
I bow down to the One lifted up on the cross.
I bow down to the One raised up from the dead.
Note: Written in December, 1998, the original version of this song is track #16 on the first moron CD, houseboy of the mystery. I play this song live with just an acoustic guitar, but in the new recording, I try to be true to the passion of the original recording, especially in the bass and keyboard.
1 Corinthians 4:1, 10 John 12:32
P C Monitor
Planting Corrupt Messages
Passively Corroding Minds
Please Click Me
P C Monitor
Pushing Corporate Messages
Pro-actively Corroding Minds
Please Click Me
Tele Vision Screen
Transmitting Vacuous Scenes
Totally Violating Souls
Trashy Vulgar Shows
Tele Vision Screen
Twisting Values Sinfully
Timelessly Victimizing Souls
Thoughtless Vapid Shows
Note 1: I wrote this song in February and March, 2003. It is a song that is, like a significant percentage of moron music, as much of an effort of linguistics and meter as of message.
Note 2: Now that I've listened to the song a hundred times, the opening acoustic guitar part makes me think of Bob Seeger's Night Moves: "Workin' on our night moves..."
Classic rock--I listened to it throughout the 1980's but finally just got sick of the same uninventive themes. But today's college-boy-angst music is worse--uninventive themes and uninventive music.
'Though I have not seen Him, I still love Him.
'Though I have not seen Him, I still believe Him.
'Though I have not seen Him, I still praise Him.
Now I rejoice with joy inexpressible
'Though I have not seen You, I still love You.
Note: Written in October, 1998, the original version of this song is track #12 on the first moron CD, houseboy of the mystery. The bridge did not appear on the original version and is new to the new recording
1 Peter 1:8
I'm standing on the Solid Rock, my feet on holy ground. I tell you it's the safest place that I've ever found.
And when I start to tremble and to feel I'm falling down, He sets my feet back on the Rock and makes my footsteps sound.
I'm walking down that narrow path, the way that leads to life. I tell you that the only road to God is Jesus Christ.
And when I start to stray off and to bring myself to strife, He disciplines me in His love and leads me back to life.
I'm trusting in that Single Truth, the Truth that sets men free. I tell you that Truth is a Man, not a philosophy.
And when I start to doubt Him and to sink beneath the sea, He reaches out through space and time--His hand takes hold of me.
I'm waiting for that heavenly trump' to echo everywhere. I tell you it's the only song 'bout which I really care.
And whether I'm dirt napping or alive still without hair, at His command I'll leave the earth and meet Him in the air.
I'm standing on the Solid Rock. I'm walking down that narrow path. I'm trusting in that Single Truth.
I'm waiting for that heavenly trump'--I'll meet Him in the air.
Note: I wrote this song on November 21 and 22, 2002. I thank the Lord for allowing me, every once in a great while, to write a catchy song. I hope that people will see (and hear) through the typical low-budget moron production.
Psalm 40:2; 63:8 Matthew 7:14; 14:30 - 31 John 8:32; 14:6 1 Thessalonians 4:16 - 17
I have to turn my toilet off when I begin to sing. It's not your standard sound effect when making a recording. It's right next to my studio room in my apartment flat. It's the place God's given to me; it's just where I'm at. It's just where I'm at.
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Cacaphonic Symphony
The ADAT makes a very loud whir--it records its ownself breathing. And when I discovered this fact, you know, that I just started seething. But Doug said, "Don't you worry, don't fret; my remedy--it's a sure thing." Doug miked me in the bathroom tub, then my toilet started singing. My toilet started to sing.
The refrigerator joined in the act--now push had come to shove. In anger I unplugged that big hunka hunka coolin' love. I forgot to plug it back in--the milk: it started stinking. And when it rains, it pours and flushes--my toilet started singing. My toilet started to sing.
I still have much to improve on; I don't have it down to a science. I don't have a sound-proof studio; I don't have a Cone of Silence...like Chief and Max and Larabee used in secret meetings. Kaos broke loose when I heard my toilet started singing. My toilet started to sing.
My toilet wasn't trained in voice--it's not a musical type. Don't underestimate it, though, it's got a decent set of...pipes. And when I go to bed at night, a lullaby is heard. The building's toilets--they all chime in as they remove a neighbor's turd--as they remove my neighbor's turd.
Note 1: This song, written during November and December, 2002, is about the difficulty I had recording beyond the green planet while living in an apartment in Middle River, Maryland. Open microphone recording was hampered by the ADAT (the digital recording device I use) that made its own whirring sound, the refrigerator's hum, noise outside in the street, ambient building noise, and my attempts to escape them all by recording in the bathroom (with some suggestions and lent cables from Doug Milton)--which, as this song recounts, presented its own set of difficulties. The toilet ran, so I would turn it off to record. I actually wound up re-re-recording many of the vocal tracks in a closet.
Note 2: The Cone of Silence, Chief, Max, Laraby, and Kaos are all references to one of my favorite TV shows ever: "Get Smart."
Over and over, You have forgiven me.
Peter was my name today. I had to chance to speak and stay. And yet I chose to run away, but . . .
Judas was my name today. I had the chance to love Your Name. And yet I chose to betray, but . . .
Bob is still my name today. I could've walked on the narrow way. And yet I chose to disobey, but . . .
Note: Written in February, 1999, the original version of this song is track #4 on the second full-length moron CD, seven x.
unfinished--see Philippians 1:6
sin--I am a sinner; see Romans 3:23
phony--99% of the drums are samples, the 'bass' is a keyboard, and I'm a lousy musician.
All songs copyright 2003 by Bob Brown.