Come as you are, that's how I want you.
Come as you are, feel quite at home.
Close to my heart, loved and forgiven;
come as you are, why stand alone?

No need to fear, love sets no limits.
No need to fear, love never ends.
Don't run away, shamed as disheartened.
Rest in my love, trust me again.

I came to call sinners, not just the virtuous.
I came to bring peace, not to condemn.
Each time you fail to live by my promise,
why do you think I'd love you the less?

Come as you are, that's how I love you.
Come as you are, trust me again.
Nothing can change the love that I bear you.
All will be well, just come as you are.

- Deidre Browne, Hymn Titile: Come As You Are

Keep your heart free from hate,
your mind from worry.
Live simply,
expect a little,
give much.
Fill your life with love.
Scatter sunshine.
Forget self,
think of others.
Do as you would be done by.

Leave Me Alone

Don't ask me how I am.
Or how the day has been.
Pleasantries light the gunpowder;
Just leave me alone.

Don't ask how she is,
And where she is tonight.
The drums, I hear them drumming;
Just leave me alone.

Don't ask about the car
My midas touch is my own.
The catapults start firing;
Just leave me alone.

Don't ask about my life,
Don't make me face reality.
The sappers are a-digging.
Just leave me alone.

Just let me walow inside,
And build my grand facade.
Don't lay siege to my castle;
Just leave me alone.

I don't want to have to answer,
To lie to an honest face.
Be there in person and comfort;
But my mind - my fortress, my sanctuary -;
Just leave it alone.

Some of you young folks being saying to me "Hey Pops, what do you mean 'What a wonderful world'? How bout all dem wars all over the place - you call them wonderful? And how about hunger and pollution? They aint so wonderful either!" Well how about listening to old Pops for a minute? Seems to me it aint the world that so bad, but what we're doing to it and all I'm saying is "see what a wonderful world it would be if only we give it a chance!" Love baby, love - that's the secret. Yeah! If lots more of us loved each other we'd solve lots more problems, and then this world would be a gasser! That's why old pops keep saying,

I see trees of green........ red roses too
I see em bloom..... for me and for you
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do
Theyre really sayin......i love you.

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
Theyll learn much more.....than Ill never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself ..... what a wonderful world.

Ooooh yeah!

- The one, the only, Louis Armstrong

Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blod-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick boys! - An ecstacy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the crud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell me with such high zest
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

- Wilfred Owen

Translation: "How sweet and proper/becoming/graceful it is to die for the Fatherland"

Gotta swim, gotta float
God I wish I had a boat,
not to mention a licence
and an ability to talk gooder.
You know, a sense of timing wouldn't be bad
I can't rhyme and it makes me sad.
At least I know where I stand;
I'm the nice guy in the band.
Hey look I learned to rhyme
Much better then drinking slime.
Now I think I have to go
Cause ya mum's a crazy ho.

Sex Pistols - Submission

I'm on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you were going
I picked you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing

Submission
Going down down
Dragging it down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found

Youve got me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
Your sitting it out in heaven above

Submission
Going down down
Dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell you what I've found

For there's a mystery
Under the sea in the water
Come share it

Submission going down down
Dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found
'Cos it's a secret
Under the water, under the sea
Octopus rock

Got me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
Your sitting it out in heaven above

Submission
Going down down
YOU'RE DRAGGING ME DOWN
Submission
I cant tell ya what Ive found

Submission
Submission
Going down down under the sea
I wanna drown drown under the water
Going down down under the sea

Here is a song. Enjoy.

Back in the garage with my bullshit detector
Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective
People ringing up making offers for my life
But I just wanna stay in the garage all night

We're a garage band
We come from garageland

Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bummin' slummin' friends have all got new boots
An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits

We're a garage band
We come from garageland

I don't wanna hear about what the rich are doing
I don't wanna go to where the rich are going
They think they're so clever, they think they're so right
But the truth is only known by guttersnipes

We're a garage band
We come from garageland

There's twenty-two singers! But one microphone
Back in the garage
There's five guitar players! But one guitar
Back in the garage
Complaints! Complaints! Wot an old bag
Back in the garage
All night

I am a Lion... In Zion!

"The Nightingale"

O Nightingale! Thou surely art
A creature of a 'fiery heart' :-
These notes of thine - they pierce and pierce;
Tumultuous harmony and fierce!
Thou sing'st as if the God of wine
Had helped thee to a Valentine;
A song in mockery and despite
Of shades, and dews, and silent night;
And steady bliss, and all the loves
Now sleeping in these peaceful groves.

I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried amoung trees,
Yet to be come-at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed - and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song - the song for me!

- William Wordsworth

There's something to be said by having the double doors opened onto the bush, smelling that sweet smell of flowers and heat, Bob Marley booming out into the dry forest. Spring is here!