Reverend Lee
This is a song about a very big, strong, black, sexy southern baptist minister
Who thinks hes got his program all together, until he meets a lady who lets him know
That he aint got it all together, his name is reverend dr. lee
Reverend lee, he went to the water, and he prayed to the lord
About old satans daughter, it seems in a dream, child, while he lay sleeping
She climbed in his bed, starts rubbing and weeping, ah, she was twisting and turning, hmm
She was begging and pleading, loving and burning, panting, breathing, ooh, ah, ah
Reverend lee, she said, lord knows that I love you child, but I would not even, no, no,
Place God above you, well reverend lee, he lifted his arms high
Said heavenly father, take me home to the sky, he said lord please dont test me
Not down where she touched me, my mind is so hazy
And you know my body is hungry, oh yeah, and then God rolled the thunder
And he hurled the lightening uh, oh, he seemed to be angry
Well it really was frightening, yes he was, oh the thunder grew louder
Darkened conditions, and just then a voice said, God cannot be petitioned
Just then the devil, oh he emerged from the water, and he said in that dry voice
Your God will not barter, reverend lee, he went screaming from the water
And he was hotly pursued by old satans daughter
And she said, she said reverend, ooh, reverend, reverend lee
She said reverend lee, do it to me, she said, she said, uh, reverend lee
(reverend, reverend, reverend, reverend lee), I dont want nobody else to do it
Do it but you, do it, do it, yeah you, do it, do it to me
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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The Ghost Of Reverand Greene
Spit on my grave if it makes you feel better baby,
Curse my name to the heavens above and maybe,
Ill throw you down a ladder in the shape of a streak of lightning,
I may have been snuffed out, its so frightening ,
You havent seen nothing until youve seen -
The ghost of reverend greene.
You can tell your storys to worthless magazines,
Sell yourself up the river in black limousines,
But dont crawling to me on hands and knees,
Id like to kick you in the teeth,
But Im 6 foot underneath,
You havent seen nothing until youve seen -
The ghost of reverend greene.
Id always thought we had something special between us,
Something special that now seems so hollow,
So Ill leave out the bedroom ceiling,
And retire to the attic to whence my life hath no meaning,
Here lies the ghost of reverend greene.
Throw your fist into the air if you have to,
Wear garlic necklaces maybe that would suit you,
You drove me out to the point of no return
With your uncanny wicked ways and for this you must in turn,
Your not getting of lightly,
Not until youve seen the ghost of reverend greene.
Honey you may have gotten away with murder,
And I may have lost you to another,
But Im back
The ghost of reverend greene.
Ooooo, ooooo
The ghost of reverend greene.
song performed by by Madness
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Reverend Girl
We are for today
We are for the moment
We are a crusade
But we are invalid
1 am rummaging
Stained my hands on her antique
2 am
Reverend girl
I am so indifferent
I am whatever
3 am cellophane
Suffocates my favorite things
4 am
The reverend girl
Seems that the more were achieving, the less chance of leaving this world
With a reverend girl
Another lover wakes me
Head upon a window pane
Before the thunder shook us
She could always smell the rain
A year is dissipating
Another hail cannot disdain
Never mind the thunder
Now my lover smells like
Now my lover smells like
Now my lover smells like rain
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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The Reverend Paisley
The Reverend Paisley
The reverend Paisley is on the way out
Up to heaven and not to hell
Long chats with dead popes no doubt
The pope's will chat; but he will yell
The pope's will work on him: a religious turn
Then he will change his name from Paisley
Home's in Northern Ireland will burn
When he becomes the reverend Papistley
Perhaps before he goes, he will see the light
Become Northern Ireland's brand new daddy
To London's parliament, he will take our fight
Yelling; give Ireland back to paddy
Michael Micmac Mccrory
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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The Reverend Mullineux
I'd reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight,
And his height as five-foot-two,
With a face as plain as an eight-day clock
And a walk as brisk as a bantam-cock --
Game as a bantam, too,
Hard and wiry and full of steam,
That's the boss of the English Team,
Reverend Mullineux!
Makes no row when the game gets rough --
None of your "Strike me blue!"
"Yous wants smacking across the snout!"
Plays like a gentleman out-and-out --
Same as he ought to do.
"Kindly remove from off my face!"
That's the way that he states his case,
Reverend Mullineux.
Kick! He can kick like an army mule --
Run like a kangaroo!
Hard to get by as a lawyer-plant,
Tackles his man like a bull-dog ant --
Fetches hom over too!
Didn't the public cheer and shout
Watchin' him chuckin' big blokes about,
Reverend Mullineux!
Scrimmage was packed on his prostrate form,
Somehow the ball got through --
Who was it tackled our big half-back,
Flinging him down like an empty sack,
Right on our goal-line too?
Who but the man that we thought was dead,
Down with a score of 'em on his head,
Reverend Mullineux.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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C. Ballad 1: Reverend And Son
REVEREND AND SON
About a score years and four
A son was begotten to a reverend devout,
And despite his consorting with lofty offenders;
And countless constant entangles in hellish tenders,
He narrowly escaped the yawning gallows of death.
Though it first thawed intimacy between father and son
Later it bloomed and blossomed as the Almighty’s hammer downed
And with godly goals the son was adorned and gowned;
And as the aging frame of the revered clergy weakened with time,
The little lad inked each day a mellifluous rhyme.
Thus tightened the trammels of bond and father and son reconciled;
For the first time the two either to other smiled;
Blessings from a heart hitherto sealed were loosed;
Before the man of God murmured farewells and coughed his last!
poem by Hannington Mumo
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at the easter party somewhere in the Philippine islands
i am thirty minutes late
i expect that everyone of you must have started dinner
those on the table of important names
must have already been seated in comfort
and slicing the beef and sipping their champagne
and those of lesser importance could have already lined up
to pick up their choices: chopsuey, lasagna, fish fillet or salads,
things did not happen the way i expected it
i become part of the waiting people, another thirty minutes
the reverend who shall bless the food is still somewhere
this is the party of fools and waiting is the bad game
there is no exact time to start, and every minute is flexible
the reverend has to say the final word
and we are but some kind of appendices on the book
there is nothing poetic in this thanksgiving, nothing at all.
the rice has gone cold, the grease turned solid, the guests too gullible.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cemetary Gates
Reverend, reverend,
Is this a conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
No revenge... beneath me.
Lost within my plans for life,
It all seems so unreal.
Im a man cut in half in this world,
Left in my misery.
(instrumental)
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes.
Its nothing new for him to see,
I didnt ask him why.
I will remember...
The love our souls had sworn to make.
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see now is your (face).
Well I guess
You took my youth
And gave it all away.
Like the birth of a new found joy,
This love would end in rage...
And when she died
I couldnt cry,
The pride within my soul.
You left me incomplete
All alone as the memories now unfold.
Believe the word.
I will unlock my door...
And pass the cemetery gates.
Sometimes when Im alone,
I wonder aloud,
If youre watching over me
Some place far abound.
I must reverse my life
I cant live in the past.
Then set my soul free,
Belong to me at last.
Through all those complex years
I thought I was alone.
I didnt care to look around
And make this world my own...
And when she died
I shouldve cried and spared myself some pain.
You left me incomplete,
All alone as the memories still remain.
The way we were,
The chance to save my soul...
And my concern is now in vain.
Believe the word,
I will unlock my door...
And pass the cemetery... gates
(instrumental)
The way we were,
The chance to save my soul...
And my concern is now in vain.
Believe the word,
I will unlock my door...
And pass the cemetery...
Gates!
Gates!
Gates!
song performed by by Pantera
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Lucifer's Eulogy
Cast out from heaven
hardly, I think
of man's creation
you surely do stink
not from the mind
or eye's of the god's
but scapegoat for humans
and unable to define
their cruelty tho unkind
Devil, my sympathy
you have-
greatness, you have not
but man's garbage
poem by Reverend Doom
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The Little Priest
Met a little priest
He kneels in constant duty
Never goes amiss
With petitions, ceaselessly
Reverend Praying Mantis!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The president of the branch in Atlanta was a pastor of a church, the Reverend Sam Williams, a wonderful guy. He was middle-class and fairly militant for the time and place.
quote by Julian Bond
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Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in Heaven: see yourself in your Father's palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the angels.
quote by Thomas Traherne
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The president of the church's men's club,
Was down at the Green Shamrock pub.
With the reverend O' Finn,
Drinking good English gin,
Shouting set em up one more time my friend Bob.
quote by by Juan Olivarez (16 April 2011)
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Although his crusade in 1957 occurred at a time in our nation's history when race divided all, Reverend Graham refused to preach in segregated audiences.
quote by Jerry Moran
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I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it.
quote by Don DeLillo
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Jumbo
( brother theres a little sale )
( on, er..., on a vest )
( at ha, walmart )
( 9$ )
( yeah )
( 8 something )
( nice little vest, light )
Click [x4]
I need sugar
I need a little water of sugar
I get thoughts about you
And the night wants me like a little lost child
Locked in the safe place
Looking out the window
The dark move fast pass the window
The dark on the other side of the locked door
Click [x3]
My thumbs on a tetris keyring
Moving in brillant timing
You pick up the phone
And Im imagining it out
Click [x4]
Tiny wires in her ears
Sliding through the city
Tiny wires in her ears
Sliding through the city
Click [x8]
( expected early in the morning )
( expected early in the morning )
Rising in the morning to speak to you
Beneath the feet of the city
Click
You disconnect from me
Click
When you come to take your century
Telephone breath between us
The will of the world is between us
Only theses wires
Dust between the wires and green glass
In the distance
I am your tourist
( take you there in the morning )
( take you there in the morning )
( Im not pulling in returning )
( Im not pulling in returning )
( Im not pulling in returning )
( yep Ive searched for this part hang around the same stones )
( hang right there with them )
( well Ive never fished here )
( but Ive caught beaucoup fish in reverend burton )
( I never did catch fish )
( beaucoup fish in reverend burton )
( did check a tender slab )
( did you hear of that? crazy dog... )
Click click click
Sugar sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
Sugar
I want sugar
I will I want sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
Sugar
I want sugar
Sugar sugar...
( take you there in the morning )
( take you there in the morning )
song performed by by Underworld
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Anouncement
Down the beach today
Not out of sight
Just out of mind and memory
(? )
And after the night
The reverend he came to say
Here is the wise
And there is the house that (? )
Beyond the waves of the bay
Between water and land
Im watching
Theres something not right
Just out of mind and memory
(? )
(? )
Before the night
Before the night
And in the night
(? )
song performed by by Frank Black
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I served the famous professors and scholars, and eventually they learned that the Reverend Moon is superior to them. Even Nobel laureate academics who thought they were at the center of knowledge are as nothing in front of me.
quote by Sun Myung Moon
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True Wisdom Of A Dear Friend
I Thank The Dear Lord Above For Giving You To Me
Oh How I Cherish And Marvel You
For Without That Of Our Friendship
I Do Not Know Where I Would Be
I Will Not Question As To Why He Brought Us Together
All I Know Is Without You I Would Be Lost Forever
I Have Traveled A Very Long And Lonely Path
But With That Of Your Angelic Guidance
I Am Now Rescued From All The Heartache And Wrath
To You My Dearest Friend I Say Are The Sister I Never Had
But The Good Lord Stepped In And Changed Things
In Fulfilling My Long Awaited Wish
For The Sister I Have Found In You I Am So Very Glad
poem by Bishop Reverend Doctor Susan Annette Joyce Hofmann
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Psalm 111 part 2
The perfections of God.
Great is the Lord; his works of might
Demand our noblest songs:
Let his assembled saints unite
Their harmony of tongues.
Great is the mercy of the Lord;
He gives his children food;
And, ever mindful of his word,
He makes his promise good.
His Son, the great Redeemer, came
To seal his cov'nant sure;
Holy and reverend is his name,
His ways are just and pure.
They that would grow divinely wise
Must with his fear begin;
Our fairest proof of knowledge lies
In hating every sin.
poem by Isaac Watts
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A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary
For Reverend Theodore Richardson
If Mary came would Mary
Forgive, as Mothers may,
And sad and second Saviour
Furnish us today?
She would not shake her head and leave
This military air,
But ratify a modern hay,
And put her Baby there.
Mary would not punish men—
If Mary came again.
poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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