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By Rayome +3
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I'm not sure what has changed, but I cannot get the sound quality that I could before. It almost sounds like my sound card can't handle the input. Maybe time to upgrade. ;-) This is one I wrote a while back that hasn't had the completion touch done yet, but Hopefully you get the idea! Be careful. It comes on kinda loud! Thank you for stopping at Sing-Mart! ;-) That Way Again Copyrighted Like a vessel sailing with no destiny Like a movie without an end Romeo never found out about Juliet You've got me feelin that way again. When you look at the heavens on a starry night As far as you can see there's no end Like a bottle being swept into the sea, You've got me feelin that way again. --------------- Chorus I'm not say'n that we have to plan our wedding day I'm not asking you to make that final stand. But there is one thing I'd really like to hear from you, Is that you're my girl and I'm your man. ---------------- I know there's times that we just can't see eye to eye, But why do you start eyeing other men? Should I just let go so I don't wonder why, You've got me feelin that way again. Repeat chorus
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A Modern Musical Adaptation of John Bunyan’s Pilgrims Progress in Serial Form PART 2 The Story of Champion’s Wife, Christiana and Their Four Son’s Journey Great-Heart: “When we went also from the house Beautiful down the hill, into the Valley of Humiliation, he went down as well as ever I saw a man in my life; for he cared not how mean he was, so he might be happy at last. Yea, I think there was a kind of sympathy betwixt that valley and him; for I never saw him better in all his pilgrimage than he was in that valley. Here he would lie down, embrace the ground, and kiss the very flowers that grew in this valley. He would now be up every morning by break of day, tracing and walking to and fro in the valley. But when he was come to the entrance of the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I thought I should have lost my man: nor for that he had any inclination to go aback (that he always abhorred), but he was ready to die for fear. Oh, the hobgoblins will have me! The hobgoblins will have me! Cried he; and I could not beat him out of it. He made such a noise, and such an outcry here, that, had they but heard him, it was enough to encourage them to come and fall upon us. But this I took very great notice of, that this valley was a quiet when he went through it as ever I knew it before or since. I suppose those enemies here had now a special check from our Lord, and a command not to meddle unto Mr. Fearing had passed over it. I would be too tedious to tell you of all; we will therefore only mention a passage or two more. When he was come to Vanity Fair, I thought he would have fought with all the men in the fair: I feard there we should have been both knocked on the head, so hot was he against their fooleries. Upon the Enchaned Ground he also was very wakeful. But when he was come at the river where was no bridge, there again he was in a heavy case: Now, now, he said, he should be drowned for ever, and so never see that face with comfort that he had come so many miles to behold. And here also I took notice of what was very remarkable; the water of that river was lower at this time than ever I saw it in all my life; so he went over at last, not much above wet-shod. When he was going up to the gate, I began to take my leave of him, and to wish him a good reception above; so he said, I shall! I shall! Then parted we asunder, and I saw him no more.” Mr. Honest: “Then, it seems, he was well at last?” Great-Heart: “Yes, yes; I never had a doubt about him: he was a man of a choice spirit; only he was always kept very low, and that made his life so burdensome to himself and so very troublesome to others. He was, above many, tender of sin; he was so afraid of doing injuries to others, that he often would deny himself of that which was lawful, because he would not offend.” Mr. Honest: “But what should be the reason that such a good man should be all his days so much in the dark?” Great-Heart: “There are two sorts of reasons for it. One is, the wise God will have it so: some must pipe, and some must weep: now Mr. Fearing was one that played upon the bass. He and his fellows sound the sackbut, whose notes are more doleful than the notes of their music are: though, indeed, some say the bass is the ground of music. And, for my part, I care not at all for that profession that begins not in heaviness of mind. The first string that the musician usually touches is the bass, when he intends to put all in tune: God also plays upon this string first, when he sets the soul in tune for himself. Only there was the imperfection of Mr. Fearing; he could play upon no other music but this, till towards his latter end. [I make bold to talk thus metaphorically, for the ripening of the wits of young readers; and because in the Book of Revelation. ( Rev. 7; 14. 2, 3. ) saved are compared to a company of musicians, that play upon their trumpets and harps, and sing their songs before the throne.]” Mr. Honest: “He was a very zealous man, as one may see by that relation which you have given of him. Difficulties, lions, or Vanity Fair he feared not al all: it was only sin, death, and hell that were to him a terror: because he had some doubts about his interest in that celestial country.” Great-Heart: “ You say right: those were the things that were his troubles: and they, as you have well observed, arose from the weakness of his mind thereabout, not from weakness of spirit as to the practical part of a pilgrim’s life. I dare believe that, as the proverb is, he could have bit a firebrand, had it stood in his way: but those things with which he was oppressed no man ever yet could shake off with ease. “ Then said Christiana, “This relation of Mr. Fearing has done me good: I though nobody had been like me; but I see there was some semblance betwixt this good man and I. Only we differ in two things; his troubles were so great that they brake out; but mine I kept within. His also lay so hard upon him, they made him that he could not knock at the houses provided for entertainment; but my troubles were always such as made me knock the louder.”