<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791</id><updated>2011-10-29T11:39:13.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songbook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-2160343756606843391</id><published>2008-03-31T03:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T03:17:56.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 23 : Abundant Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish, 2003 Music: Dave Bish &amp;amp; Rich Clements, 2003 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Jesus, King of all the nations! (Matt 1,5,13,28) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, King of all the nations!&lt;br /&gt;We hear your word,&lt;br /&gt;And by your grace,&lt;br /&gt;We turn to follow you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God born to be with us&lt;br /&gt;Come to live and to die,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing us to know God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God of all authority&lt;br /&gt;True teacher of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Calling all to trust in him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God who reigns&lt;br /&gt;Who was crowned on the Cross,&lt;br /&gt;To save us from our sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God with us always&lt;br /&gt;As we go out into this land,&lt;br /&gt;Making disciples of men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. In Abundant Grace (John 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In abundant grace I come, Not because I have deserved&lt;br /&gt;But in the full admission, That I’m guilty as charged&lt;br /&gt;And as we share bread and wine, I see God’s glory revealed&lt;br /&gt;As these symbols declare, The hope of fallen men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death proclaimed daily, We turn our eyes to his cross&lt;br /&gt;Where the judgment we’ve earned, Fell on God’s most holy one.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Jesus we declare, Heaven’s most high king&lt;br /&gt;Who gave his life to save us, By his death that sets us free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His message is hard to swallow, Great news my heart declines&lt;br /&gt;But for his sufficient grace, That enables me to hear!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus the man from heaven, Speaking the words of life&lt;br /&gt;Expressing the Father’s heart, To those who love the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of darkness into light, I know Jesus reigns and rules&lt;br /&gt;And his call goes out to repent, As his judgment draws ever near&lt;br /&gt;So leave behind fallen things, And embrace heavens high king&lt;br /&gt;Who bore God’s curse himself, The substitute who gave us life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Praise heaven’s true King! (Mark 11-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise heaven’s true King of grace!&lt;br /&gt;Though he comes to judge&lt;br /&gt;He will give life and cleanse&lt;br /&gt;All who build on this cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tarnished by sin our guilt is shown,&lt;br /&gt;And no hope can be found within&lt;br /&gt;Only the power of God can redeem,&lt;br /&gt;By the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do but trust by faith,&lt;br /&gt;And give what’s his back to him&lt;br /&gt;Our life to the service of our king,&lt;br /&gt;Proclaiming Jesus Christ, our Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. O, the Father heart of God (Romans 5-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O the Father heart of God,&lt;br /&gt;His love most manifest&lt;br /&gt;In the death of Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Our Saviour, God most high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What joy and precious hope,&lt;br /&gt;To be made pure in his sight&lt;br /&gt;Assured of life undeserved,&lt;br /&gt;When he judges our sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we press on each day,&lt;br /&gt;In hardships or great pain&lt;br /&gt;For nothing can separate,&lt;br /&gt;From God the man in Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Served by the King (Mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I need from him,&lt;br /&gt;To be served and receive&lt;br /&gt;That which I cannot gain,&lt;br /&gt;The salvation of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he came to serve us all,&lt;br /&gt;Purchasing our lives for God&lt;br /&gt;And giving life we cannot earn,&lt;br /&gt;Dying as a ransom for our sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now any man can come to him,&lt;br /&gt;For there are none too good&lt;br /&gt;And none are ever too bad,&lt;br /&gt;To welcome the servant king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise my soul, the king of heaven&lt;br /&gt;To his feet your tribute bring&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve been ransomed and healed&lt;br /&gt;Restored and forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Who like him your praise shall sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be served by the king; His praises I will sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish, 01.09.03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. This is our salvation (2 Timothy 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our salvation:&lt;br /&gt;Christ Jesus crucified!&lt;br /&gt;The deposit we’ve been given,&lt;br /&gt;that leaves us unashamed,&lt;br /&gt;The gospel of his glory,&lt;br /&gt;the life we proclaim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the coming of Christ Jesus&lt;br /&gt;We’re saved to holy life&lt;br /&gt;By God’s eternal purpose&lt;br /&gt;His most amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident in his gospel&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he will never fail&lt;br /&gt;We guard his glorious message&lt;br /&gt;His most amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death for us sufficient&lt;br /&gt;A substitute in our place&lt;br /&gt;Good works cannot save us only&lt;br /&gt;His most amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish 13.10.03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. You are God, come to us with life (Ezk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemies of God we sold our souls to sin yet&lt;br /&gt;You washed us clean of our sins stains&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit in us transforming our ways&lt;br /&gt;You’re our God and we’re you’re people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are God, come to us with life&lt;br /&gt;Living to be your people,&lt;br /&gt;Living to be with you&lt;br /&gt;In the city called: The Lord is There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once like a valley of dead bones you breathed&lt;br /&gt;And gave us a new heart and right desires&lt;br /&gt;Called us home and came to live with us&lt;br /&gt;Making us the dwelling place of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are God, come to us with life&lt;br /&gt;Living to be your people,&lt;br /&gt;Living to be with you&lt;br /&gt;In the city called: The Lord is There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once cut off from each other and from God&lt;br /&gt;You called us together under one King&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus rules over those he’s cleansed&lt;br /&gt;Living forever with us your people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish 17.10.03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Have mercy on me, a sinner (propitiation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on me, a sinner&lt;br /&gt;I place my faith in Jesus blood&lt;br /&gt;My only hope and my greatest joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are slow to anger, abounding in love&lt;br /&gt;Lord how much have we have sinned&lt;br /&gt;To deserve the wrath that Christ bore&lt;br /&gt;Though it was we who roused it&lt;br /&gt;You presented yourself on the cross&lt;br /&gt;So that we might live and not be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on me, a sinner&lt;br /&gt;I place my faith in Jesus blood&lt;br /&gt;My only hope and my greatest joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all powerful, creator destroyer&lt;br /&gt;Lord who could hope to survive&lt;br /&gt;When you bring justice to the world&lt;br /&gt;Against our stubborn hearts&lt;br /&gt;Only by your gracious provision&lt;br /&gt;To take our punishment upon yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish, 17.02.04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Perfect (Romans 2-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your perfect love, perfect salvation&lt;br /&gt;The guilty can be rescued&lt;br /&gt;By the blood of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;To glorify your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect justice, perfect wrath&lt;br /&gt;Sin does not go unpunished&lt;br /&gt;Justice will be done,&lt;br /&gt;To glorify your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone must answer,&lt;br /&gt;for the life that he has lived&lt;br /&gt;If our plea rested upon us,&lt;br /&gt;we’d die under your wrath&lt;br /&gt;But in your mercy, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;has given us his righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish 17.10.03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Life for anyone (John 3 &amp;amp; 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, you must be born again, let me cleanse your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you my Spirit, and you’ll enter my kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me and you’ll never perish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened wide the doors of heaven&lt;br /&gt;So anyone can come if they believe&lt;br /&gt;He came to do to bring life for anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, you must believe in me, hear my message from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Believe in my when I’m lifted up and you’ll have eternal life&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me and you’ll never perish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, I’ll give you living water, I know who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know all your sins, believe in me and you’ll live&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me and you’ll never perish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, hear my true word, don’t worship at the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Or in the city Jerusalem, believe in me to know God&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me and you’ll never perish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish 17.03.04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. You gave yourself to save us (Mark 15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rejected by the authorities&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of king they’d expect&lt;br /&gt;They mocked and pitied you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejected by the religious&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of messiah they’d expect&lt;br /&gt;They laughed at your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejected by the people&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of saviour they’d expect&lt;br /&gt;They called you to save yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you gave yourself to save us&lt;br /&gt;The true saviour of the world&lt;br /&gt;The true king of the nations&lt;br /&gt;In silence you did your work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Dave Bish, 09.09.01 [music 14.09.01]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Give You My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asus4 G C9 D&lt;br /&gt;Only you are worthy of my praises&lt;br /&gt;G C9 D&lt;br /&gt;Blessing me in the heavenly realms&lt;br /&gt;C Em G D&lt;br /&gt;For you’re the Lord, slow to anger and abounding in love&lt;br /&gt;C Em D&lt;br /&gt;Faithful One, your love endures forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G D C9&lt;br /&gt;And I will give you my life&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;As a living sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Em7&lt;br /&gt;I lay myself down&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;At the cross of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;C9 Asus4&lt;br /&gt;Take my life, and take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re rescued me from my sin&lt;br /&gt;Cleansed from within&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can repay&lt;br /&gt;All you have done for me&lt;br /&gt;I receive your grace, I receive your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavished your grace upon me&lt;br /&gt;Chose me in your love&lt;br /&gt;Adopted as your child&lt;br /&gt;To live a life that’s worthy&lt;br /&gt;For you’re my Lord, and you are my King&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-2160343756606843391?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2160343756606843391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=2160343756606843391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/2160343756606843391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/2160343756606843391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2008/03/album-23-abundant-grace.html' title='Album 23 : Abundant Grace'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-6698953847775400460</id><published>2008-03-31T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T03:13:03.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 12 This Might Be Fatal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;01 [ IN VISION (LIVING IN DARKNESS) 10.04.01 ] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still living in darkness&lt;br /&gt;Are the pictures still showing in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Time to change the screens and live life in full colour&lt;br /&gt;The way things were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02 [ THIS IS ME 15.04.01 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I lay my soul bare and I’m not sure why&lt;br /&gt;No-one’s listening I just have to say these things now&lt;br /&gt;No-one knows my motives pure or impure&lt;br /&gt;So are you listening, are you listening, this is me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody talks to a stranger these days&lt;br /&gt;We take every precaution to preserve our isolation&lt;br /&gt;We will not be silent this is our voice&lt;br /&gt;Singing loud and clear, its loud and clear, did you hear&lt;br /&gt;This morning I stand and I wait&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice how nobody seems to notice at all&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like you’re just watching the world&lt;br /&gt;As it happens around you, happens around you, did you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03 [ KING OF THE WORLD 10.04.01 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbed the highest mountain to meet my favourite god&lt;br /&gt;Swam the widest oceans in search of my love&lt;br /&gt;Ran a thousand miles to finish this race&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have a clue how to live life at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who cares while I’m still flying on the crest of this endless wave&lt;br /&gt;I’m king of the world where nobody knows I’m dying&lt;br /&gt;There’s no-one to worry since they left long ago&lt;br /&gt;Won the national lottery and I lost all the money&lt;br /&gt;Preached from the pulpit to world who can’t hear&lt;br /&gt;Bowed down to the people who bought my soul&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have a clue how to live life at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04 [ APART 15.04.01 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these days that we’re apart I want to know what you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;We grew up in different worlds but really are we so different you and I&lt;br /&gt;You make me see things from another perspective in another light&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here alone and look back over the short time that I’ve know you&lt;br /&gt;I see the ways that you’ve helped me so many ways that you’ve opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pain all these days that we’re apart when will these vacant days end&lt;br /&gt;It’s the simple things I miss from the days we spent together just last year&lt;br /&gt;Eating meals together in your house those lonely walks home in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;The simple things are the important ones all the little things in the day to day&lt;br /&gt;Nuances and behaviours and your smile and heartfelt honesty and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05 [ REAP WHAT WE SOW 14.05.01 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reap what we sow, It’s you who makes the seed grow&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to, Plant the seeds of the kingdom of God&lt;br /&gt;To preach the news, Each word with boldness send forth&lt;br /&gt;We believe the news, The people will listen to the salvation of God&lt;br /&gt;Open up the doors, Welcome in those who will come and hear&lt;br /&gt;I long to see , The day when many will come and bow&lt;br /&gt;The name of Jesus, Will be lifted up high in this land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06 [ HARMONY (SHOW ME THE WAY) 11.05.01 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent faces singing their songs&lt;br /&gt;And running along and along&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows where&lt;br /&gt;If only I could get inside your mind&lt;br /&gt;Would my life be made easier&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you’ve been thinking&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who thinks&lt;br /&gt;In the same way I do&lt;br /&gt;Shares my perspective on life&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, open our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lead us on to glory in harmony&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, open our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tired of fighting, show me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07 [ WAY OF HOLINESS 11.05.01 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet keep on walking every moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Never stop just keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure where I’m going&lt;br /&gt;I know the way I want to be travelling&lt;br /&gt;On the way that goes against the mainstream&lt;br /&gt;The road is tough not much room for me&lt;br /&gt;About time I died and let my feet move rightly&lt;br /&gt;Decided some time ago to walk the way of holiness&lt;br /&gt;I see eternity beckoning from straight ahead&lt;br /&gt;My companions pressing on up to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Walking with everything to lose and more to be gained&lt;br /&gt;It’s the way of holiness that I chose to follow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-6698953847775400460?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6698953847775400460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=6698953847775400460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/6698953847775400460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/6698953847775400460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2008/03/album-12-this-might-be-fatal.html' title='Album 12 This Might Be Fatal'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423994751034930</id><published>2006-11-22T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T03:06:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 11: Postcards: Memories + Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4157/244/1600/320995/11adedicated.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01 [ NATURAL SELECTION 04.01 / 28.07.01 ] (TO MORAT AND THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of all the people in all the world that I could have mets&lt;br /&gt;omehow it was you to whom I was introduced back then&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why, I pause to contemplate&lt;br /&gt;Too much reminiscing makes a man lonely&lt;br /&gt;Yet he who never reflects never learns&lt;br /&gt;Better to seek the counsel of men than to sit in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Better meet a man than to always be alone&lt;br /&gt;He who never looks behind him never grows&lt;br /&gt;He who doesn’t look ahead runs into a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02 [ THERES ALWAYS MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND 28.04.01] ( TO A CHILD I KNEW A FEW YEARS AGO, ALSO KNOWN AS ME ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spent a lifetime of hours sat on the pitch at Wembley&lt;br /&gt;Praising God as my heart came alive under the clouds of June&lt;br /&gt;Gave my life again in the darkest hours though i barely understood&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to be a fool to a repeating soundtrack as I began to meet the king&lt;br /&gt;Things were so much simpler back in the summer of ninety seven&lt;br /&gt;When all my dreams were my own and were yet to be made&lt;br /&gt;After the early rain of June those days the sun always seem to shine&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life i stood in life on my own&lt;br /&gt;With the taste of lilt and dairy milk in the evenings&lt;br /&gt;I read of adventure tales from someone’s world with delirious melody&lt;br /&gt;Cycled to my hearts content into the sunsets of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;Entered into the rat race world a child amidst grown men&lt;br /&gt;Those days shed my childish mind and began to think&lt;br /&gt;I'd tasted independence yet was deeply dependant&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the new world to dawn in my life&lt;br /&gt;Carried along into my student days how things would change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03 [ CLEAR AND DENIED 28.04.01 ] ( AS DAWN BROKE AT WARSAW AIPORT 31ST JULY ’98, TO THE OLD BELARUSSIAN FROM WARSZAWA AIRPORT SAT OPPOSITE ME WHILST I READ FOURFOURTWO MAGAZINE )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where you came from or where you have gone&lt;br /&gt;We only met for a moment in the chilled dawn of Warszawa&lt;br /&gt;I never knew your name just recall your single gold tooth&lt;br /&gt;You said you were from Belarus a journalist by profession&lt;br /&gt;Gathering coins from foreign lands you couldn’t go to&lt;br /&gt;You spoke to me as I sat in unending silence American&lt;br /&gt;I remember the coin that you asked of me that I didn’t give&lt;br /&gt;The as sudden as you’d appeared you soon disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Felt the chill of the dawn and glanced the clock that slowly moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06 [ THANK YOU (MAN WHO KNEW MY NAME) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how rumours spread&lt;br /&gt;A simple gesture spawns hysteria&lt;br /&gt;Memories fade and then get revived&lt;br /&gt;Last night I met a man who knew my name&lt;br /&gt;The tune beats on and on&lt;br /&gt;On different days in different ways&lt;br /&gt;Another famous night&lt;br /&gt;And I met a girl who new my name&lt;br /&gt;At the heart of it all is another name&lt;br /&gt;A face I’ve never met&lt;br /&gt;Yet many worlds fed through space&lt;br /&gt;One day I’ll meet one who’s name I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ WE SHARED THE SAME ADDRESS BUT I’M NOT SURE THAT WE EVER MET ]&lt;br /&gt;[ BE MY VALENTINE (I BOUGHT THIS FOR YOU) ]&lt;br /&gt;[ WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR (QUESTION OR ANSWER) ]&lt;br /&gt;[ TOO MUCH REMINISCING MAKES A MAN LONELY - IT'S NOT TIME TO WRITE MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY ]&lt;br /&gt;[ POSTSCRIPT IN FAVOUR OF ANTISENTIMENTALISM (I’M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS) ] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423994751034930?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423994751034930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423994751034930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423994751034930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423994751034930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/album-11-postcards-memories-loneliness.html' title='Album 11: Postcards: Memories + Loneliness'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423904303833268</id><published>2006-11-22T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:44:03.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 10: Bit Part Superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4157/244/1600/909130/10bitpartsuperstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-introspection.html"&gt;1. Introspection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-with-certain-degree-of.html"&gt;2. With a certain degree of inevitability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-jim.html"&gt;3. Jim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-visual-make-believe.html"&gt;4. Visual Make Believe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-voice-speaking-softly.html"&gt;5. Voice Speaking Softly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-obstinate-toy-soldiers.html"&gt;6. Obstinate Toy Soldiers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-glass-ceilings.html"&gt;7. Glass ceilings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-on-video-be.html"&gt;8. On Video, be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-hope.html"&gt;9. Hope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423904303833268?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423904303833268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423904303833268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423904303833268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423904303833268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/album-10-bit-part-superstar.html' title='Album 10: Bit Part Superstar'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423877302660123</id><published>2006-11-22T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:39:33.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 On Video, be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Big brother watching from the walls within which I hide &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See me sleeping when the sun is high in the clear blue sky &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Capture each moment whilst burning up the evidence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if no-one saw us leaving does that mean we’re safe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gripped by fear of someone uncovering my daily reality&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stand guilty of being me of this I have no denial defence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is not the way I would have designed us to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make a person with my faults and choose to adopt him &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still I didn’t write the script I just play my part each day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Making my choices as I throw away each heart beat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday morning I walk the streets in solemn silence &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter in the doors of my safe haven and sing for joy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walk out from that universe and by the time I’m home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some kind of fear prevents me from speaking my song &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I live a double standard that tolerates seeing you dying &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;20.03.01 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423877302660123?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423865410727294</id><published>2006-11-22T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:37:34.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I can’t see past tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can I think of eternity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Place my hope in the glory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When dawn seems further than my reach &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Base my hope on some solid truth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In solitude read the words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Know theres a way to see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A walk that’s not in the darkness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.03.01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423865410727294?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423865410727294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423865410727294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423865410727294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423865410727294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-hope.html' title='10 Hope'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423861171767779</id><published>2006-11-22T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:36:51.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Glass ceilings</title><content type='html'>What can you see what does it mean who made your sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Does our philosophy always hit a glass ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Think just yesterday I broke through the perspex&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid to enquire about other people’s believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet me in the morning theres so much more to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet me in the morning theres so much more to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not just about you and I looking out of your window&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I met the one who defined meanings&lt;br /&gt;These moments pass but the memory remains active&lt;br /&gt;Admiring the city fireworks illuminating the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet me in the morning theres so much more to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet me in the morning theres so much more to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back to the way that it was that autumn&lt;br /&gt;Where are you today as I type out these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Lying on a beach on the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;Playing games with the people on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20.03.01 &amp;amp; 02.04.01 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423861171767779?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423861171767779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423861171767779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423861171767779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423861171767779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-glass-ceilings.html' title='10 Glass ceilings'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423846718726169</id><published>2006-11-22T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:34:27.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Obstinate Toy Soldiers</title><content type='html'>Are we just obstinate toy soldiers resisting our true destinies&lt;br /&gt;Playing the game without any choices some divine sick joke&lt;br /&gt;Exercising misplaced reluctance fighting against that which we cannot move&lt;br /&gt;Moving backwards and forwards like goldfish in a glass bowl&lt;br /&gt;Somebody watching us and not intervening to break our fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.03.01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423846718726169?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423846718726169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423846718726169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hymn he keeps on softly singing what is it that you are saying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you hear the voice beneath the noise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fake and akin to mindcontrol you take your seat once more again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you hear the voice beneath the noise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Automatic smile but what I want to know is do you still believe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you hear the voice beneath the noise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In your perfect synchrony as you drive in and out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you hear the voice beneath the noise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And never stop to think and comprehend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;19.03.01 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423841985032947?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423841985032947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423841985032947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423841985032947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423841985032947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-voice-speaking-softly.html' title='10 Voice speaking softly'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423836240339144</id><published>2006-11-22T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:32:42.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Visual make believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Play me like a game of visual make believe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The way you behave rises above the monotony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make my speech come seem more poetic &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder how it is you manipulate my attitudes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Play me melody and distorted harmony &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Images of someones fantasy illustrate the lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From your sanctuary I see your mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If no one would ask would you skill cry out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19.03.01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423836240339144?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423836240339144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423836240339144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423836240339144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423836240339144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-visual-make-believe.html' title='10 Visual make believe'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423831354020502</id><published>2006-11-22T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:31:53.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Jim</title><content type='html'>played your part as one who was more than a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;featured on the credits for one weekend that autumn&lt;br /&gt;so briefly you walked into the story of our lives&lt;br /&gt;a year later as your memory began to fade&lt;br /&gt;that face reappeared for another scene&lt;br /&gt;at first not recognised with your changed role&lt;br /&gt;out of place and image redesigned&lt;br /&gt;entering in to play another bit part in our life story&lt;br /&gt;are you just a super star seeking work&lt;br /&gt;a free spirit who’ll comes and go from time to time&lt;br /&gt;you joined our lives for the shortest of season&lt;br /&gt;and then you were gone to birmingham and barbados&lt;br /&gt;where are you now jim I wondered the other day&lt;br /&gt;a thought that came and went just like you did&lt;br /&gt;and what of me where am I today&lt;br /&gt;how many lives do I enter as a fleeting glance&lt;br /&gt;you were there that today and have been gone since then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does it take to be you jim&lt;br /&gt;what does it take to be like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31.03.01 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423831354020502?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423831354020502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423831354020502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423831354020502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423831354020502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-jim.html' title='10 Jim'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423824333654203</id><published>2006-11-22T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:30:43.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 With a certain degree of inevitability</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sunlit evening skies end the day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ending months of grey upon grey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;children playing cricket down the street&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kicking a ball a scene out of time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soon play once again is interupted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the sky darkness and it rains &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you go on believing that every word of my mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;is purely spoken for your benefit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you matter more than most but don’t think of yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;more highly than you should &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seasons come and go &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rivers will continue to flow &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whether you rise or stay in your bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;newborn babies will continue to cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;every breath provided taken for granted &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;leaves fall down and it rains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31.03.01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423824333654203?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423824333654203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423824333654203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423824333654203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423824333654203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-with-certain-degree-of.html' title='10 With a certain degree of inevitability'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423816070398480</id><published>2006-11-22T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:29:20.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Introspection</title><content type='html'>Only just beginning and I’m sick and tired of celebrating my victory&lt;br /&gt;Its not yet time but I’m worn down from all the procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;If I can’t tell you then I doubt I’ll ever tell it to anybody&lt;br /&gt;Don’t understand the way this conscience of mine copes&lt;br /&gt;Will you make an effort to comprehend this break our silence&lt;br /&gt;I recognise that we live in different worlds with different rules&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve come to find that we share some common language&lt;br /&gt;In this moment I’m feeling hypocritical for the way that I have spoken&lt;br /&gt;Trod you down so often failed to listen and ask how you were feeling&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps even now I’m still missing the point of it all&lt;br /&gt;As I stand here preaching while my mind is enjoying sinning&lt;br /&gt;Never meant to do any of this it just happens life happens&lt;br /&gt;Do we make it there in the end can you see further than me&lt;br /&gt;Is there a secret that you’ve encoded in the broadcast of your mind&lt;br /&gt;My heart made new I live to glorify the God for whom I live&lt;br /&gt;But in the darkness I find that its just too much for me to take&lt;br /&gt;This is no case of having found what I was desperately looking for&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that there was anyone who could be so accepting of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20.03.01 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423816070398480?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423816070398480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423816070398480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423816070398480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423816070398480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-introspection.html' title='10 Introspection'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423799027741256</id><published>2006-11-22T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:26:30.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 09: Can't Even Be Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4157/244/1600/105395/09cantevenbenice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4157/244/320/884221/09cantevenbenice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/09-dust.html"&gt;1. Dust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/09-sink.html"&gt;2. Sink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/09-lose.html"&gt;3. Lose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-if-you-have-to-ask-you-cant-afford.html"&gt;4. If you have to ask you can't afford it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-if-i-had-your-faith.html"&gt;5. If I had your faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-cliques-will-be-prosecuted.html"&gt;6. Cliques will be prosecuted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-stillness-in-this-madness.html"&gt;7. Stillness in this madness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-nice.html"&gt;9. Nice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-dont-mind-if.html"&gt;10. Don't mind if&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-story.html"&gt;11. Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423799027741256?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423799027741256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423799027741256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423799027741256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423799027741256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/album-09-cant-even-be-nice.html' title='Album 09: Can&apos;t Even Be Nice'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423770907115252</id><published>2006-11-22T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:21:49.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t so unlike you&lt;br /&gt;We share so many&lt;br /&gt;childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;Painted the skies&lt;br /&gt;with our dreams&lt;br /&gt;of what we would be&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall&lt;br /&gt;the words we spoke&lt;br /&gt;Was this the way&lt;br /&gt;it was going to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.03.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423770907115252?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423770907115252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423770907115252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423770907115252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423770907115252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-story.html' title='09 Story'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423766110092964</id><published>2006-11-22T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:21:01.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 Don't Mind If</title><content type='html'>Go ahead and laugh today they’ve been doing this since things began&lt;br /&gt;Mocking men who choose to praise God this response is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;You know that I don’t mind cos your approval is not my security&lt;br /&gt;Find strength in knowing Jesus Christ and I follow because it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for speculating about your future with our friends&lt;br /&gt;To install myself as dictator to your life was never my aim&lt;br /&gt;We all make our mistakes there’s a way back for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.02.01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423766110092964?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423766110092964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423766110092964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423766110092964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423766110092964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-dont-mind-if.html' title='09 Don&apos;t Mind If'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423761226241479</id><published>2006-11-22T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:20:12.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 Nice</title><content type='html'>Can’t even be nice can’t pretend I’m doing fine&lt;br /&gt;Get stage-fright minutes before I stand up to preach&lt;br /&gt;Sure that everyone is looking straight through me&lt;br /&gt;Is the wall so much more inspiring than I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last thing that I would have chosen to do&lt;br /&gt;More than happy to be seated right where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wont apologise for this behaviour of mine&lt;br /&gt;Not running on my own self propulsion anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I cry out help me Lord in this situations&lt;br /&gt;So that I can be who they’re expecting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time to just be who I have become&lt;br /&gt;Forget about trying to be nice and acceptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up the clock has finished it’s endless ticking&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to change the way that you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Just because you were bought up to believe this doesn’t make it true&lt;br /&gt;Please stop just being nice and start being real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.02.01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423761226241479?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423761226241479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423761226241479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423761226241479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423761226241479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-nice.html' title='09 Nice'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423755092305261</id><published>2006-11-22T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:19:10.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 Stillness in this madness</title><content type='html'>Like Christ loves the church for situations better or worse&lt;br /&gt;Like two who become one leave the past and join&lt;br /&gt;Would you wait another day for any other treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never will I fully know what this life holds ahead&lt;br /&gt;Won’t ever be able to see round every next corner&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what it is that we’re still waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to let go of our own fears and agendas&lt;br /&gt;Take the risk to say that I would stay only with you&lt;br /&gt;Faithful until death do us part is that a statement to far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will take us places that we can’t know before hand&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think that you’d be where you are now&lt;br /&gt;When you imagined the future a year or more ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look at the past reveals that life is moving fast&lt;br /&gt;There’s stillness in this madness one who doesn’t change&lt;br /&gt;The very definition of our love man upon the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.02.01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423755092305261?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423755092305261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423755092305261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423755092305261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423755092305261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-stillness-in-this-madness.html' title='09 Stillness in this madness'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423748699506911</id><published>2006-11-22T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:18:06.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 Cliques will be prosecuted</title><content type='html'>This place is like an open house&lt;br /&gt;every minute past It really doesn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;who you are we’ll take you in with shortsighted disregard&lt;br /&gt;Richard Branson king of your virgin empire&lt;br /&gt;prostitute stood naked on the street corner&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t matter who you say you are you like I&lt;br /&gt;have no defence when faced with God&lt;br /&gt;the sustainer and creator the one&lt;br /&gt;who made us all in his image somehow&lt;br /&gt;the mirror got smudged a little everyone&lt;br /&gt;has failed to make the grade&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one that stands none better that you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.02.01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423748699506911?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423748699506911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423748699506911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423748699506911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423748699506911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-cliques-will-be-prosecuted.html' title='09 Cliques will be prosecuted'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423742727329124</id><published>2006-11-22T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:17:07.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 If I had your faith</title><content type='html'>If I was as convinced as you about what you were going to become&lt;br /&gt;If I’d ever shown any interest in you instead of just passing the time&lt;br /&gt;If I’d had the faith you have today it would have been so different then&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I can see now&lt;br /&gt;All the pain that I caused my friends&lt;br /&gt;All the hours we can’t have again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.02.01 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423742727329124?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423742727329124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423742727329124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423742727329124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423742727329124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-if-i-had-your-faith.html' title='09 If I had your faith'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-116423738623551282</id><published>2006-11-22T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:16:26.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 If you have to ask you can't afford it</title><content type='html'>Do you have to prohibit everything that I want to do for fun&lt;br /&gt;This morning I found myself dreaming of a beach in the pacific&lt;br /&gt;The rain was teeming down and the ice winds blowing&lt;br /&gt;Can’t think what turned my mind to thoughts of summer&lt;br /&gt;Strange to think that its three whole months since christmas&lt;br /&gt;90 days ago this year had yet to be celebrated into its being&lt;br /&gt;In the candle that lit the room I think I saw a flame flickering&lt;br /&gt;Right now I’d rather be upstairs than watching the rain fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.03.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-116423738623551282?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116423738623551282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=116423738623551282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423738623551282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/116423738623551282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-if-you-have-to-ask-you-cant-afford.html' title='09 If you have to ask you can&apos;t afford it'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115437614951830028</id><published>2006-07-31T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:02:29.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09 Lose</title><content type='html'>Don’t steal it yet give me a chance I’m moving on out can you wait just a little while&lt;br /&gt;Sell it all pay the price and let it go give up on being your own very personal nothing god&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why it hurts that much why all static these things make my heart beat so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.03.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115437614951830028?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115437614951830028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115437614951830028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115437614951830028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115437614951830028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/09-lose.html' title='09 Lose'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115437610424505431</id><published>2006-07-31T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:01:44.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09 Sink</title><content type='html'>If you try to skate upon the lake in midsummer heat you know you’ll sink like a stone&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need me to preach the truth you’ve known it all along&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I’d let you know so that you’d travel with a towel today&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to have to wipe up the water from the kitchen floor again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.02.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115437610424505431?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115437610424505431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115437610424505431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115437610424505431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115437610424505431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/09-sink.html' title='09 Sink'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115437601540419399</id><published>2006-07-31T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:00:15.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09 Dust</title><content type='html'>From dust did you come and to dust will your body return&lt;br /&gt;Where is your spirit heading for do you know doesn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;Who you are or what you’ve done that you pecieve is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;He wont work by numbers just as one died for all then so too&lt;br /&gt;One payment pays for all you have done one thing that I know&lt;br /&gt;Is sure and true that what I believe is either true or I am sadly&lt;br /&gt;Wrong if I’m right then I’m going to heaven and that’s sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you are heading for if I’m wrong then I’m&lt;br /&gt;To be pitied more than any man no resurrection no mention of&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ  then I’ll have given up this life for nothing all the&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures that were available forever denied for no gain at all&lt;br /&gt;From dust did we come and to dust will our bodies return&lt;br /&gt;But my friend can you tell me today where’s your soul gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.02.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115437601540419399?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115437601540419399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115437601540419399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115437601540419399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115437601540419399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/09-dust.html' title='09 Dust'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115325705229893093</id><published>2006-07-18T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:26:34.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 08 : En route to yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4157/244/1600/08enroutetoyesterday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-were-back-on-air.html"&gt;1. Back on the air&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-angel-overlooking-bypass.html"&gt;2. Angel overlooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-many-people-have-tried-this-before.html"&gt;3. Many people have tried this before&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-homeless-man-outside-gallery.html"&gt;4. Homeless man outside the gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-turn-off-tv-its-time-to-believe.html"&gt;5. Turn off the TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-its-all-about-forbidden-fruit.html"&gt;6. Forbidden fruit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-meet-me-on-mountain.html"&gt;7. Meet me on the mountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115325705229893093?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115325705229893093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115325705229893093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325705229893093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325705229893093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/album-08-en-route-to-yesterday.html' title='Album 08 : En route to yesterday'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115325682812938254</id><published>2006-07-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:07:08.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08 Meet me on the mountain</title><content type='html'>You want to meet me there on the mountain peak&lt;br /&gt;Shall we live up here in the presence of God&lt;br /&gt;Calling out the fields below for men to come up here&lt;br /&gt;We’re only here for a minute only for an hour&lt;br /&gt;Can’t build our home in the clouds when life is down there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With millions of people who are blind to the truth&lt;br /&gt;That our relationships are broken between man man and God&lt;br /&gt;And there’s only one solution we must hear his voice&lt;br /&gt;To turn from our living to the one who brings real life&lt;br /&gt;Not yet move to the mountains but to live on the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.02.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115325682812938254?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115325682812938254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115325682812938254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325682812938254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325682812938254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-meet-me-on-mountain.html' title='08 Meet me on the mountain'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115325678559137255</id><published>2006-07-18T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:06:25.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08 Its all about forbidden fruit</title><content type='html'>One night I will remember when other memories fade&lt;br /&gt;Sat cold in my solitude afraid of the dawn &lt;br /&gt;Lost sight of the ball placed faith within myself&lt;br /&gt;As my body was fading my heart was expose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My times the situation has seemed hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Lost my way down these new grey streets&lt;br /&gt;Found myself living somewhere all alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;And in these moments I seek comfort for my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief tast of the forbidden to test that I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that it’s no solution as my heart self condemns&lt;br /&gt;But to turn to what I know threatens my strength&lt;br /&gt;Struggle to admit that I can’t make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thogh I know he’s with me every single step&lt;br /&gt;Takes all I have to even breathe in the valley of pain&lt;br /&gt;Recall those ancient words of pleasant pastures green&lt;br /&gt;No need to eat from the tree when the meal stands prepared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cold wind bits it’s not so easy to say &lt;br /&gt;That I trust in the shephead who comforts his flock&lt;br /&gt;Shiving in the silence of my self seeking thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Any escape would be worth while but I hear his voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.01.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115325678559137255?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115325678559137255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115325678559137255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325678559137255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325678559137255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-its-all-about-forbidden-fruit.html' title='08 Its all about forbidden fruit'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115325671586346470</id><published>2006-07-18T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:05:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08 Turn off the TV its time to believe</title><content type='html'>Turn off the tv it’s time to believe&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the tv it’s time to believe&lt;br /&gt;So many images that blind our eye for life &lt;br /&gt;Turn off the tv it’s time to believe&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the tv it’s time to believe&lt;br /&gt;So many things that drag us down from the truth&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the tv it’s time to believe&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the tv it’s time to believe&lt;br /&gt;So many days we sit and waste our days&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the tv it’s time to believe&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the tv it’s time to believe&lt;br /&gt;So many things that I want to say to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.02.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115325671586346470?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115325671586346470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115325671586346470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325671586346470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325671586346470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-turn-off-tv-its-time-to-believe.html' title='08 Turn off the TV its time to believe'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115325666206304664</id><published>2006-07-18T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:04:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08 Homeless man outside the gallery</title><content type='html'>Saw you there on the way to church&lt;br /&gt;You barely caught my eye today&lt;br /&gt;Heard your voice call out to me&lt;br /&gt;I was running late with things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want with me&lt;br /&gt;What do you want with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the poor the preacher said&lt;br /&gt;He made his point so eloquently &lt;br /&gt;Bless them all and God bless the rich &lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves us all just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want with me&lt;br /&gt;What do you want with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never looked you in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Once caught a glimpse of you inside&lt;br /&gt;Making all my riches seem so poor&lt;br /&gt;I walked on by ‘til you were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.01.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115325666206304664?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115325666206304664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115325666206304664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Saw a vision of countless men being set men free&lt;br /&gt;Somethings I-seek are not always meant to-be&lt;br /&gt;And even the streets have been rearranged&lt;br /&gt;But I-still believe that's it's coming and it's soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that have never changed&lt;br /&gt;Since summer played out its favourite melodies&lt;br /&gt;We were young back then and still are today&lt;br /&gt;Long past sunset we talked of seeing his glory here&lt;br /&gt;Of fallen men on their knees singing loud his song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep singing that song &lt;br /&gt;Keep singing that song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked on air and sometimes lost our way&lt;br /&gt;While the world was my own promised land&lt;br /&gt;That night back then was in the last century&lt;br /&gt;Our history will always be an unwritten page&lt;br /&gt;Engraved on the hands of the one that sit's above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.01.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115325657977182604?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115325657977182604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115325657977182604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325657977182604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325657977182604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-many-people-have-tried-this-before.html' title='08 Many people have tried this before'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115325648150941749</id><published>2006-07-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:01:21.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08 Angel overlooking the bypass</title><content type='html'>You are an individual&lt;br /&gt;Silhouette on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Striking out on your own&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe your luck &lt;br /&gt;Your past is inescapable&lt;br /&gt;Defined by your history&lt;br /&gt;Angel overlooking the bypass&lt;br /&gt;Image makes your heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.02.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115325648150941749?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115325648150941749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115325648150941749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325648150941749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115325648150941749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-angel-overlooking-bypass.html' title='08 Angel overlooking the bypass'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115272133399814340</id><published>2006-07-12T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:22:14.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08 We're back on the air</title><content type='html'>They said know the truth and it’ll set you free&lt;br /&gt;So we told the world and they locked us away&lt;br /&gt;But we’re out of jail and back on the road &lt;br /&gt;lick the switch and we’re back on the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unashamed and speaking out of turn&lt;br /&gt;Deliver each and every word with grace&lt;br /&gt;Can’t hide our passion for what we know is true&lt;br /&gt;To the troubled man our voice brings compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We press on to reach the goal that’s set ahead&lt;br /&gt;Take the only route that leads to eternal hope&lt;br /&gt;Jesus voice provides our car with headlights&lt;br /&gt;Guides us home to meet our saving king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.02.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115272133399814340?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115272133399814340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115272133399814340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115272133399814340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115272133399814340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-were-back-on-air.html' title='08 We&apos;re back on the air'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269929068649245</id><published>2006-07-12T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:25:46.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 07 : Artificial Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4157/244/1600/07artificialbliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-girl-solitary.html"&gt;1. Girl Solitary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-is-this-deja-vu.html"&gt;2. Is this Deja-vu?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-man-misunderstood.html"&gt;3. Man Misunderstood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-road.html"&gt;4. Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-you-can-leave-your-accolades-at.html"&gt;5. You can leave your accolades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-start-again.html"&gt;6. Start Again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-why-are-you-crying-peter-johnson.html"&gt;7. Why are you crying Peter Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-thought-in-night.html"&gt;8. A thought in the night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-never-thought-id-see-day.html"&gt;9. Never thought I'd see the day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-epilogue.html"&gt;10. Epilogue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269929068649245?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269929068649245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269929068649245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269929068649245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269929068649245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/album-07-artificial-bliss.html' title='Album 07 : Artificial Bliss'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269905448149918</id><published>2006-07-12T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:10:54.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 Epilogue</title><content type='html'>Christmas rings loud in the streets once again&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations, rejoicing til late in the silent night&lt;br /&gt;It all begins with the love of the Father so desperate for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.12.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269905448149918?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269905448149918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269905448149918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269905448149918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269905448149918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-epilogue.html' title='07 Epilogue'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269902988430632</id><published>2006-07-12T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:10:29.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 Never Thought I'd See The Day</title><content type='html'>You wont see me walking down these streets much more&lt;br /&gt;Cos there’s a day coming someday soon &lt;br /&gt;When I’ll be gone moving on to brighter shores&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to come, do you want to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never thought I’d see the day, &lt;br /&gt;Hey, I never thought I’d see the day&lt;br /&gt;When you’d turn, and look my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was walking down to the post office yesterday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Saw you in your car driving on by&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t see me and now I’ve already gone&lt;br /&gt;Did you want to come, did you want to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.01.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269902988430632?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269902988430632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269902988430632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269902988430632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269902988430632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-never-thought-id-see-day.html' title='07 Never Thought I&apos;d See The Day'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269897520293604</id><published>2006-07-12T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:09:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 A Thought in the Night</title><content type='html'>And as you sit here alone do you ever wonder if you missed it&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by your late nineties net tech and post-modern accessories&lt;br /&gt;As you sit here above it all high in the hills overlooking it all&lt;br /&gt;Its so  peaceful in the romance of the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Though the world continues to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you sit there alone do you ever hear the voice&lt;br /&gt;Question what does it achieve to do this or is it a moment not to miss &lt;br /&gt;And as you are here alone what goes through your mind&lt;br /&gt;Is this world worth dying for is any love so great to open the door &lt;br /&gt;To let you walk out of here alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you sit there day by day drowning in your tender tears &lt;br /&gt;Whats is your problem? What is it that is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all go wrong? When did you lose the spark in your eyes? &lt;br /&gt;A passion, like that of a child, are you hearing my words&lt;br /&gt;It’s not time to give up yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you still believe me, believe he came down from upon high and died for you&lt;br /&gt;Could you believe him, believe that he feels you pain every second of the day&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem much from where you are but wipe away your tears &lt;br /&gt;Let your bleary eyes be opened to see the hope you've lost &lt;br /&gt;Open up your eyes and see again all the tears that were shed&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just sit hear and let my mind go wondering, do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.05.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269897520293604?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269882111135288</id><published>2006-07-12T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:07:01.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 Why are you crying Peter Johnson</title><content type='html'>Thought I saw you there, alone&lt;br /&gt;And was that a tear in your eye &lt;br /&gt;Will you tell me the problem, don’t hold it in&lt;br /&gt;Did it not turn out quite the way that you planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never quite believed those words&lt;br /&gt;Just assumed that it would last forever&lt;br /&gt;Perceived and expected dreams, were they so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Did it not work out quite the way you planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Friday night, You’re just another man&lt;br /&gt;One who lost his world, Knowing that life must go on&lt;br /&gt;And something inside, Says tomorrow will come &lt;br /&gt;Will you just wake up, Will it have been a dream &lt;br /&gt;Or is this really it, Where’s hope to carry on &lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow comes as dark as the day before&lt;br /&gt;Worse now that you have to believe&lt;br /&gt;That your perfect world is no more&lt;br /&gt;Want to leave it all but there’s no where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday comes and a voice calls from the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Rocks your world once more, ashamed and confused&lt;br /&gt;Yet hope is back in town life has found a new future&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than your biggest dreams that face is still watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you’ll be home together&lt;br /&gt;One big happy family, shining in his glory&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see it was worth while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.08.00 AK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269882111135288?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269869588888135</id><published>2006-07-12T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:04:55.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 Start Again</title><content type='html'>On and off and back again&lt;br /&gt;flickering memories of all the places&lt;br /&gt;where you’ve never yet been &lt;br /&gt;like the dreams of your yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that you recall as being so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are they so unlike this new today&lt;br /&gt;where you sit and wonder why and how it is &lt;br /&gt;that you perceive your life to be so hard&lt;br /&gt;there’s never been time to just stand back &lt;br /&gt;hold still and take it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so you gaze a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;engrossed in trying to survive today&lt;br /&gt;wait for the evening light&lt;br /&gt;wait for tomorrow before you reminisce&lt;br /&gt;on the day that now becomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on your quest to classify and box life up&lt;br /&gt;capture memories in words and pictures&lt;br /&gt;that will soon fade and return to dust&lt;br /&gt;is anything really be quite the way you recall&lt;br /&gt;be it good or be it bad each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you heading with your eyes behind&lt;br /&gt;do you ever look beyond last night’s pain&lt;br /&gt;is there madness in your memories&lt;br /&gt;is there something that taints&lt;br /&gt;the way and your point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should it be saved for a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;when friends are gathered near&lt;br /&gt;will you see me in another year&lt;br /&gt;will we still be young&lt;br /&gt;and do moments like this come again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on going on the buzz that is living&lt;br /&gt;around and around it unendingly&lt;br /&gt;till the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;till kingdom comes we sit in the sun&lt;br /&gt;start again and play the game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 &amp; 08.05.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269869588888135?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269869588888135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269869588888135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269869588888135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269869588888135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-start-again.html' title='07 Start Again'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269856336818244</id><published>2006-07-12T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:02:43.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 You can leave your accolades at heaven's door</title><content type='html'>Billy Graham or John Doe do you think tomorrow cares&lt;br /&gt;All the things you’ve done and all the things you’ve won&lt;br /&gt;Olympic Gold medals and human accolades&lt;br /&gt;The mountains that we climbed and Royal palaces&lt;br /&gt;They’ll fall to the ground when they face the Holy One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing before Him there will be no claims to make&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing to do just to fall down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Say all I needed was you but I worshipped other gods &lt;br /&gt;Turned my face to other things theres nothing I can bring&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fall to the ground when I face the Holy One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t deny that the only way back home&lt;br /&gt;The only way to stay alive was to trust it all to you&lt;br /&gt;Take me home my friend and my only hope at all&lt;br /&gt;You are my king of kings the Abba to this wretched kid&lt;br /&gt;And I fall to the ground when I face the Holy One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.09.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269856336818244?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269856336818244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269849039429743</id><published>2006-07-12T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:01:30.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 Road</title><content type='html'>Empty cars driving by and nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;All eyes transfixed by the glare of oncoming traffic&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of streetlights, and sleepless office blocks&lt;br /&gt;We’re caught in the loop&lt;br /&gt;Each road seems&lt;br /&gt;The same as the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to change the world&lt;br /&gt;Sat here in the silence, of my self-dying thoughts&lt;br /&gt;As rain keeps on pouring, on the windscreen again&lt;br /&gt;But this chosen today / Is just another tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Screened in advance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its life after life on the journey to home&lt;br /&gt;Worn out radio tunes blare out their bubble-gum pop&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a phone-in, to touch someone’s reality &lt;br /&gt;I’m swimming so deep&lt;br /&gt;In the sea of what&lt;br /&gt;This might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I sit here deep freezing my soul&lt;br /&gt;Hidden where the christmas lights don’t shine &lt;br /&gt;I gather my clothes, and walk into the distance&lt;br /&gt;Forgot what I was saying&lt;br /&gt;Words into the air&lt;br /&gt;That nobody saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269849039429743?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269849039429743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269849039429743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269849039429743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269849039429743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-road.html' title='07 Road'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269841319546763</id><published>2006-07-12T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:00:13.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 Man Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>Are you looking for some hope or just a rope with which to hang yourself&lt;br /&gt;Some girl’s innocent’s conscience on which to lay down your guilt&lt;br /&gt;Which way are you going my friend and can you survive this race&lt;br /&gt;Or will you end it all washed up on the shore on the other side of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going make it there alive with any shred of anything left&lt;br /&gt;Just ready to rest that thumping head from the pain and the noise&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming and looking for some hope in the rain as it falls&lt;br /&gt;Will we all rest in some peace or face that final heart beat in fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say that you’ll party now slide away with the consequences&lt;br /&gt;Living for all the life that your body can take till the next sun rises&lt;br /&gt;Can you here what I’m saying don’t misunderstand my meaning&lt;br /&gt;Its not about ending being free just tasting different planet to orbit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.04 &amp; 15.05.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269841319546763?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269841319546763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269841319546763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269841319546763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269841319546763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-man-misunderstood.html' title='07 Man Misunderstood'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269834524806351</id><published>2006-07-12T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:59:05.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 Is this Deja-vu?</title><content type='html'>Find myself wandering around the old bus station&lt;br /&gt;With that McDees misers meal held in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Its getting warmer by the second&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunshine and the heartwarming stink&lt;br /&gt;About the origins of which I’d rather not think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m still doing all the those things&lt;br /&gt;I said I’d never do again and you knew I always would&lt;br /&gt;Just can’t quit the things that make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Inhaling all those smells I wish I’d never smelt&lt;br /&gt;Seems they’re ingrained into my deepest fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-one can see me and no one would notice&lt;br /&gt;If you would please cut me out of here &lt;br /&gt;And stick me down in any somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;So I can carry on just like I always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I’ll return doing all those old things again&lt;br /&gt;And looking forward to that great yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why those old days were so much better than these&lt;br /&gt;They will return because some memories just don’t fade&lt;br /&gt;And sooner or later and I’m watching the clock&lt;br /&gt;I know that they’ll be coming round soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I recall the words that a wise man once said&lt;br /&gt;Thus spake the teacher to a million helpless children&lt;br /&gt;Should I dwell on the past what did it say&lt;br /&gt;For a moment its there and suddenly its gone&lt;br /&gt;And I continue to recall once and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECCLESIASTES 7v10 08 &amp; 17.05.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269834524806351?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269834524806351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269834524806351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269834524806351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269834524806351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-is-this-deja-vu.html' title='07 Is this Deja-vu?'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269821596785158</id><published>2006-07-12T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:56:55.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 Girl Solitary</title><content type='html'>Everyone seems happy, even the lonely have phones&lt;br /&gt;You’re lost in a dream, the latest musical scene&lt;br /&gt;We’re walking our paths, with no where to go&lt;br /&gt;Must get out of the rain, avoid any pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain clouds are building, the war is so near&lt;br /&gt;Troubled minds so urgent, keep passing on by&lt;br /&gt;Another face in the crowd, a walking blind corpse&lt;br /&gt;The future is darkness, if you wont take my call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile girl solitary, just disappears&lt;br /&gt;The moment of brightness, is forgotten again&lt;br /&gt;Life is so busy, and there’s nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Can nobody see me, did I catch your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is coming, in hour we’ll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Sunk to the bottom, riding out through the skies&lt;br /&gt;You only heard what you wanted, not what he spoke &lt;br /&gt;Still fixed on your promise, the hope of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me a story, will we make it till dawn&lt;br /&gt;Is there peace in this storm, a way to be calm&lt;br /&gt;In the sea of new faces, nobody seems real&lt;br /&gt;I’m here waiting for you, will you come to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.10.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269821596785158?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269821596785158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269821596785158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269821596785158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269821596785158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-girl-solitary.html' title='07 Girl Solitary'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269783659666017</id><published>2006-07-12T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:24:59.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 06 : Streets of Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4157/244/1600/06streets.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-hallelujah.html"&gt;1. Hallelujah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-holy-one.html"&gt;2. Holy One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-love-song-to-one-who-loved-me-first.html"&gt;3. Love song to the one who loved me first&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-lead-me-back-home.html"&gt;4. Lead me back home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-streets-of-glory.html"&gt;5. Streets of glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-my-provider.html"&gt;6. My Provider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-so-thankful.html"&gt;7. So Thankful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-unexpected-hero.html"&gt;8. Unexpected Hero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-to-know-you.html"&gt;9. To know you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-walk-other-way.html"&gt;10. Walk the other way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-shout-for-joy.html"&gt;11. Shout for joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-amen.html"&gt;12. Amen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269783659666017?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269783659666017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269783659666017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269783659666017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269783659666017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/album-06-streets-of-glory.html' title='Album 06 : Streets of Glory'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269748136394667</id><published>2006-07-12T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:44:41.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Amen</title><content type='html'>I will sing Holy, Holy, Holy is the King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;I will sing Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord Almighty&lt;br /&gt;Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.12.00 REVELATION 4v8,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269748136394667?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269748136394667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269748136394667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269748136394667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269748136394667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-amen.html' title='06 Amen'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269738090963810</id><published>2006-07-12T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:43:00.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Shout for joy</title><content type='html'>Shout for joy, to the Lord &lt;br /&gt;All the earth, worship him&lt;br /&gt;Come now, with joyful songs&lt;br /&gt;Know that he, is the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter his, gates with thanks&lt;br /&gt;And his courts, with prais&lt;br /&gt;Give him thanks, and praise his name&lt;br /&gt;Know that he, is the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is good, He is good&lt;br /&gt;And his love endures forever&lt;br /&gt;He is good, He is good&lt;br /&gt;And he is faithful forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.01.01 PSALM 100, Music Dave Bish 2001.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269738090963810?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269738090963810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269738090963810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269738090963810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269738090963810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-shout-for-joy.html' title='06 Shout for joy'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269733258677803</id><published>2006-07-12T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:42:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Walk the other way</title><content type='html'>He will heal my pain&lt;br /&gt;He will forgive my sin&lt;br /&gt;He will calm the troubled seas&lt;br /&gt;And make me bright as new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned around to walk the other way&lt;br /&gt;I will always say there is a better way&lt;br /&gt;Will you turn around and walk the other way?&lt;br /&gt;Will you choose to say there is a better way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my way to heaven&lt;br /&gt;My treasure lies there &lt;br /&gt;I’ve quit the way of living&lt;br /&gt;That’s only for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.12.00 MARK 1v15, Music Dave Bish, 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269733258677803?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269733258677803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269733258677803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269733258677803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269733258677803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-walk-other-way.html' title='06 Walk the other way'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269727501590321</id><published>2006-07-12T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:41:15.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 To Know You</title><content type='html'>I want to know you&lt;br /&gt;In the power of your resurrection&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of your sufferings&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you&lt;br /&gt;And forever live to praise your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you my God I’ll lose all things&lt;br /&gt;What are they compared to you&lt;br /&gt;To know the righteousness that comes by faith&lt;br /&gt;To be made whole in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, Holy, Holy is the King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord Almighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.09.00 PHILIPIANS 3v7-11 &amp; REVELATION 4v8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269727501590321?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269727501590321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269727501590321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269727501590321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269727501590321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-to-know-you.html' title='06 To Know You'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269722954756099</id><published>2006-07-12T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:40:29.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 So Thankful</title><content type='html'>You stood and waited all these years&lt;br /&gt;For me to reach this horizon&lt;br /&gt;So faithful and always true&lt;br /&gt;Your love never failed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I’ve met you&lt;br /&gt;I never want to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I never want to let go&lt;br /&gt;Teach me of your love&lt;br /&gt;I’m so thankful&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.07.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269722954756099?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269722954756099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269722954756099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269722954756099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269722954756099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-so-thankful.html' title='06 So Thankful'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269718882856925</id><published>2006-07-12T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:39:48.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Unexpected Hero</title><content type='html'>You came full of grace and truth&lt;br /&gt;To a people full of shame&lt;br /&gt;Who’d long since turned away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this unexpected hero&lt;br /&gt;The king in servants clothes&lt;br /&gt;Who bought unexpected freedom&lt;br /&gt;To an undeserving land &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you speak into our lives&lt;br /&gt;And stir out hearts again&lt;br /&gt;That we might recognise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our unexpected hero&lt;br /&gt;Our king in servants clothes&lt;br /&gt;Who bought unexpected freedom &lt;br /&gt;To this undeserving man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.09.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269718882856925?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269718882856925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269718882856925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269718882856925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269718882856925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-unexpected-hero.html' title='06 Unexpected Hero'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269714272317014</id><published>2006-07-12T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:39:02.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 My Provider</title><content type='html'>You know where I’m going&lt;br /&gt;You know the roads I’m taking&lt;br /&gt;You know all the things I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are the Lord, my provider&lt;br /&gt;Because you are the Lord, my provider&lt;br /&gt;Because you are the Lord, my provider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in what you’re saying&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in you to guide me&lt;br /&gt;I will give you all my thanks and praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.09 &amp; 01.10.00 GENESIS 22v14, Music Dave Bish, 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269714272317014?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269714272317014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269714272317014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269714272317014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269714272317014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-my-provider.html' title='06 My Provider'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269707909559706</id><published>2006-07-12T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:37:59.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Streets of glory</title><content type='html'>People come and they go&lt;br /&gt;To heavens gates and elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;Mountains rise and they fall&lt;br /&gt;To heaven and the depths of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still you remain always unchanging&lt;br /&gt;Forever changing my world&lt;br /&gt;Walking the streets of your glory&lt;br /&gt;Where love fills the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governments, rulers and kings&lt;br /&gt;Must bow before the king of kings&lt;br /&gt;Friends, enemies a million faces&lt;br /&gt;Must bow before the king of kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.08.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269707909559706?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269707909559706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269707909559706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269707909559706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269707909559706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-streets-of-glory.html' title='06 Streets of glory'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269703530631197</id><published>2006-07-12T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:37:15.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Love song to the one who loved me first</title><content type='html'>You did it all before I was even a spark&lt;br /&gt;in the eye of those who hold me closest today&lt;br /&gt;Long before it all began&lt;br /&gt;you had planned out the moments&lt;br /&gt;you saw me standing now&lt;br /&gt;Can’t comprehend what this all means&lt;br /&gt;how big is the love of my perfect father&lt;br /&gt;And even this would be so far&lt;br /&gt;from coming to know that question that some times calls&lt;br /&gt;Why would you die for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I am so very thankful&lt;br /&gt;Never going to be able to express it all&lt;br /&gt;So I just lay all that I have back at your feet&lt;br /&gt;And bow down in awe of you&lt;br /&gt;The one who loved me first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve knocked me back&lt;br /&gt;from my selfishness and human striving pride&lt;br /&gt;The longings to suceed&lt;br /&gt;have all be totally redefined&lt;br /&gt;by the love that you’ve shown me&lt;br /&gt;I was down and out running scared&lt;br /&gt;of those who believed that they knew me&lt;br /&gt;To scared to speak to strong to shed a tear &lt;br /&gt;just waiting for your hand to cover me &lt;br /&gt;Why would you die for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.06.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269703530631197?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269703530631197/comments/default' title='Post 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269695031291032</id><published>2006-07-12T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:35:50.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Lead me back home</title><content type='html'>I’ll praise you Lord, for great is your love&lt;br /&gt;I’ll praise you Lord, faithful forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay myself before you now&lt;br /&gt;Come search my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Change me from within&lt;br /&gt;And lead me back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m weak in my strength&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you speaking&lt;br /&gt;Be my Lord and saviour&lt;br /&gt;And lead me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.09.00 PSALMS 117 &amp; 139&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269695031291032?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269695031291032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269695031291032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269695031291032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269695031291032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-lead-me-back-home.html' title='06 Lead me back home'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269691036628314</id><published>2006-07-12T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:35:10.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Holy One</title><content type='html'>Its You the Holy One I long for&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone on my own&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till heaven opens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its You the Holy One I long for &lt;br /&gt;Even though I fall as I always do&lt;br /&gt;I can come to your gentle loving arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its You the Holy One I long for&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again&lt;br /&gt;See your face smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.9.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269691036628314?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269691036628314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269691036628314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269691036628314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269691036628314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-holy-one.html' title='06 Holy One'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115269687398848408</id><published>2006-07-12T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:34:33.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>I’ll praise you Lord, for great is your love&lt;br /&gt;I’ll praise you Lord, faithful forever&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.12.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115269687398848408?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115269687398848408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115269687398848408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269687398848408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115269687398848408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-hallelujah.html' title='06 Hallelujah'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265507092870526</id><published>2006-07-11T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:24:12.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 05 : Guilty as Charged</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4157/244/1600/05guiltyascharged.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-caffeinated.html"&gt;1. Caffeinated&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-child-in-me.html"&gt;2. Child in me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-asylum-seeker.html"&gt;3. Asylum seeker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-pencilled-in-memory.html"&gt;4. Pencilled in the memory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-just-didnt-care.html"&gt;5. Just didn't care&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-pacifist.html"&gt;6. Pacifist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-shallow.html"&gt;7. Shallow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-daytona.html"&gt;8. Daytona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-he-wrote-daytona-walls-ahead.html"&gt;Bonus Track: The Wall's Ahead by Matt Dorey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265507092870526?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265507092870526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265507092870526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265507092870526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265507092870526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/album-05-guilty-as-charged.html' title='Album 05 : Guilty as Charged'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265484940492893</id><published>2006-07-11T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:54:09.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 He Wrote Daytona / The Wall's Ahead</title><content type='html'>By Matt Dorey, friend and poetic sparing partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the sky tonight is a blanket made from stars&lt;br /&gt;And life is a wall where we come in waves and come in hard&lt;br /&gt;And your words are wisdom mine are scars&lt;br /&gt;So I call in from the underworld to see how you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fall of coca cola cans and dirt&lt;br /&gt;And junk and soap and alcohol and whatever it’s all worth&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the messages that you’re putting through&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you can’t help but tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sky is falling on our heads and I merely thought that it was raining&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes again another block of wood the calm centre of your raging&lt;br /&gt;I can pick it up it’s understood even if the song is constantly changing&lt;br /&gt;And solemn openess into the desert drown in a mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While telestatic signals pick up perfect pieces&lt;br /&gt;And you just keep on choosing words that identify a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Thieves may have a bassline but you have a minor key &lt;br /&gt;That’ll break open any chain and set anybody free.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sky is falling on our heads and I merely thought that it was raining&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes again another block of wood the calm centre of your raging&lt;br /&gt;I can pick it up it’s understood even if the song is constantly changing&lt;br /&gt;And solemn openess into the desert drown in a mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While telestatic signals come seeping in from the void....,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265484940492893?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265484940492893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265484940492893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265484940492893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265484940492893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-he-wrote-daytona-walls-ahead.html' title='05 He Wrote Daytona / The Wall&apos;s Ahead'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265473877771367</id><published>2006-07-11T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:52:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 Daytona</title><content type='html'>Seems like doom’s ahead or so they’d claim&lt;br /&gt;The world’s crying out for an apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder why has anyone thought&lt;br /&gt;That this is the kind of thing that could end it all even us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From high in the sky the picture is grim&lt;br /&gt;Mankind racing towards that wall that’s ahead&lt;br /&gt;Must be a depressing life to be the sky, upon high&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the strain as creation falls under the weight of man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet once so many years ago from day to night &lt;br /&gt;The fair blue sky what today is our unseen fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Before that stolen though punctured through space and time&lt;br /&gt;And sent the world head first down this blindman’s alley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.05.00, revised from 12.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265473877771367?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265473877771367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Shallow</title><content type='html'>Some days I just want to be shallow&lt;br /&gt;To wade in the water and not have it ride above my ankles&lt;br /&gt;Maybe see where I’m going and not cast so many shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just want to be shallow&lt;br /&gt;Make life seem a little easier that always fighting the tide&lt;br /&gt;Letting myself go down the way that everybody is going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just want to be shallow&lt;br /&gt;I never said that would be a good idea… &lt;br /&gt;I never said I’d do it but some days I wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.05.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265465651931093?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265465651931093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265465651931093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265465651931093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265465651931093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-shallow.html' title='05 Shallow'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265461507249770</id><published>2006-07-11T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:50:15.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 Pacifist</title><content type='html'>I could sing the songs of longing&lt;br /&gt;And preach like the brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;I know what they’ve seen saying&lt;br /&gt;And it half makes sense but how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard them on the city walls&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But hey I’ll keep on running&lt;br /&gt;No fear inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I’m a pacifist to the war&lt;br /&gt;And there ain’t no way I’ll be fighting&lt;br /&gt;I will not join the army&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand here on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind control and contraception&lt;br /&gt;Restrictions of my life &lt;br /&gt;I can march on my own land&lt;br /&gt;And our shadows look alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re camped out all around me&lt;br /&gt;But I’m just not giving in&lt;br /&gt;This war’s not about me &lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to buy in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not selling my life yet&lt;br /&gt;I’m living on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.05.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265461507249770?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265461507249770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265461507249770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265461507249770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265461507249770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-pacifist.html' title='05 Pacifist'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265453570887851</id><published>2006-07-11T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:48:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 Just didn't care</title><content type='html'>If I don't tell you&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe no-one will&lt;br /&gt;And if you go to hell &lt;br /&gt;Then I guess that's my fault&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry my friend&lt;br /&gt;But I just didn't care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the greatest news&lt;br /&gt;That man ever found&lt;br /&gt;But I kept it to myself&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I was scared to say&lt;br /&gt;The words you needed to hear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just didn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when its too late,&lt;br /&gt;And the time has come&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm sorry my friend,&lt;br /&gt;that I just didn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.05.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265453570887851?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265453570887851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265453570887851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265453570887851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265453570887851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-just-didnt-care.html' title='05 Just didn&apos;t care'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265447509895816</id><published>2006-07-11T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:47:55.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 Pencilled in the Memory</title><content type='html'>Many words written hastily without a second thought&lt;br /&gt;Cheap words in a war of love between different men&lt;br /&gt;The cause long since forgotten beneath the poetry&lt;br /&gt;Running because the other pushed&lt;br /&gt;Broken because he cared&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save face and maintain a living lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self confessed that neither stand perfect&lt;br /&gt;Not realising or understanding the life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;It’s pencilled in the memory&lt;br /&gt;Engraved in their hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean it when you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean it when you said that?&lt;br /&gt;Did we go to far? Did we cross the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/15.05.00+27.08.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265447509895816?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265447509895816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265447509895816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265447509895816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265447509895816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-pencilled-in-memory.html' title='05 Pencilled in the Memory'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265439702975883</id><published>2006-07-11T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:46:37.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 Asylum Seeker</title><content type='html'>Its killing me to see you fading away from what you could be&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way I can save you from the torments you live &lt;br /&gt;With the world falling in to crush you in your own hands&lt;br /&gt;So busy with life that you forgot what your were seeking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your eyes be opened&lt;br /&gt;Your world be recreated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memories you’ve enjoyed that you long since forgot&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been locked up inside all alone a prisoner in your own mind&lt;br /&gt;Guilty as charged for trying too hard to make life seem nice&lt;br /&gt;Can I help you to find the light the source of all your dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your eyes be opened &lt;br /&gt;Your world be recreated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.05.00/27.08.01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265439702975883?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265439702975883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265439702975883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265439702975883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265439702975883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-asylum-seeker.html' title='05 Asylum Seeker'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265432169065880</id><published>2006-07-11T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:45:21.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 Child in Me</title><content type='html'>I’m looking for the child in me&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking for the child in me&lt;br /&gt;In all the people that I’ve known&lt;br /&gt;And all the faces that I’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;Are forgotten friends and memories&lt;br /&gt;With open hearts and sympathies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I forgotten who they are&lt;br /&gt;Can I still remember their faces&lt;br /&gt;Set out searching for some memory&lt;br /&gt;Will I find that forgotten friend again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I forgotten the child in me&lt;br /&gt;Can I see again my innocent face&lt;br /&gt;Set out searching for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Will I find that forgotten friend again&lt;br /&gt;Want to reach out and be there &lt;br /&gt;Not live again but some how recall&lt;br /&gt;What it was to be young and free&lt;br /&gt;Uninhibited and not out to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom fighter (who never knew pain)&lt;br /&gt;Heavens child (convicted of no crime)&lt;br /&gt;Short attention (ever watched over)&lt;br /&gt;Carefree child (satisfied to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the child (inside of  me)&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten friend (who I once knew)&lt;br /&gt;Can’t be truly fathered (unconditionally loved)&lt;br /&gt; ‘Til I can be a child again (child in me)&lt;br /&gt;Are you the child in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.03.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265432169065880?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265432169065880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265432169065880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265432169065880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265432169065880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-child-in-me.html' title='05 Child in Me'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265418835953465</id><published>2006-07-11T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:43:08.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 Caffeinated</title><content type='html'>While they guy in the building opposite me is hoovering the windows&lt;br /&gt;I’m just waking up is this all in my mind (its too much to take in)&lt;br /&gt;Mind blurry fantasy as my r e m ends (give me some re-al-it-ee)&lt;br /&gt;And I reach out through the morning dark for another deadly caffeine fix&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly see your face through the poison glass&lt;br /&gt;The time and space that separates us (can’t break it down_ ) &lt;br /&gt;Can’t hear you screaming weeping (but I see it in your eyes) / &lt;br /&gt;What is happening to you I don’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I’m drifting in and out of conscienceness&lt;br /&gt;Is this a reality moment not some life (to make me feel good)&lt;br /&gt;String me along with illusions (crafted images of hope)&lt;br /&gt;Do you not really know is there something you want&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bother with all this subjection to your ridicule&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see its all because of love (its you that’s loved)&lt;br /&gt;I’m bringing you a gift from him to you (I’m just the mail man&lt;br /&gt;You say its ok for me but you don’t need a caffeine fix today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.02.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265418835953465?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265418835953465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265418835953465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265418835953465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265418835953465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-caffeinated.html' title='05 Caffeinated'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265392698911061</id><published>2006-07-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:23:22.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 04 : Time I Wake</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4157/244/1600/04timeiwake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-are-there-any-girls-there.html"&gt;1. Are there any girls there?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-time-i-wake.html"&gt;2. Time I wake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-if-i-could-speak.html"&gt;3. If I could speak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-thirty-three.html"&gt;4. Thirty Three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-hidden-me.html"&gt;5. Hidden Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-future-perfect.html"&gt;6. Future Perfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-forward-together.html"&gt;7. Forward Together&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-do-we-just-believe-things-we-want.html"&gt;8. Do we just believe the things we want to&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-comfort-dont-see-blindmans-dreams.html"&gt;9. Comfort don't see blindman's dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-questions-for-sold-out-generation.html"&gt;10. Questions for a sold out generation (Part 1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-smiling-in-heaven.html"&gt;11. Smiling in Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-last-grains-of-sand.html"&gt;12. Last grains of sand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265392698911061?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265392698911061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265392698911061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265392698911061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265392698911061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/album-04-time-i-wake.html' title='Album 04 : Time I Wake'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265365841515809</id><published>2006-07-11T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:34:18.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Last Grains of Sand</title><content type='html'>Did you notice the days go by&lt;br /&gt;See all the images pass before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Were you looking for something expecting to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever gain an answer&lt;br /&gt;If no questions are ever directly asked&lt;br /&gt;Wait forever to catch a random thought&lt;br /&gt;Will days and weeks turn to years&lt;br /&gt;Do you intend to always be here &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for some stranger in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple passing phase here then gone&lt;br /&gt;A closed door is locked until its open&lt;br /&gt;One day it all ends and this moment might pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.04.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265365841515809?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265365841515809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265365841515809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265365841515809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265365841515809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-last-grains-of-sand.html' title='04 Last Grains of Sand'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265360779628951</id><published>2006-07-11T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:33:27.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Smiling in heaven</title><content type='html'>They'll be smiling in heaven&lt;br /&gt;On the day you open your heart&lt;br /&gt;Let him in / Open your eyes to&lt;br /&gt;What he wants to give you&lt;br /&gt;When you finally&lt;br /&gt;Make sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;They'll be smiling in heaven that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now when heaven &lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;No more than the rest of life&lt;br /&gt;They'll be watching over you &lt;br /&gt;In heaven&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;When you understand the way&lt;br /&gt;And then they'll be smiling in heaven&lt;br /&gt;That day / Guarding the path&lt;br /&gt;With hidden angels&lt;br /&gt;As they watch over you from  heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep pressing on&lt;br /&gt;No never give up&lt;br /&gt;Searching to understand&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of it all&lt;br /&gt;Cause they'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the day when&lt;br /&gt;Dark becomes light&lt;br /&gt;And you'll smile &lt;br /&gt;Up at them in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So contemplate your fate&lt;br /&gt;Take time to understand&lt;br /&gt;Cause they'll keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;You understand and see them&lt;br /&gt;Smiling  in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it all exist? &lt;br /&gt;Is there more to life?&lt;br /&gt;Can't they do what they preach? &lt;br /&gt;Love us one and each?&lt;br /&gt;And is this the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions that hold you back&lt;br /&gt;As you search to understand&lt;br /&gt;But one day you will&lt;br /&gt;And they'll smile on you from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Smile with you  in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.07.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265360779628951?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265360779628951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265360779628951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265360779628951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265360779628951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-smiling-in-heaven.html' title='04 Smiling in heaven'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265349076588392</id><published>2006-07-11T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:31:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Questions for a sold out generation</title><content type='html'>Senseless lies from a disjoint generation&lt;br /&gt;Crying for itself in desperate self pity&lt;br /&gt; Burning up its pain on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificial effort to buy back sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disinterested in the world at large&lt;br /&gt;Indifferent with a social conscience&lt;br /&gt;Simply an oyster to small to own&lt;br /&gt;Thinking big without foundations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteous when it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Angry at you whoever you may be&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant to the last not the first &lt;br /&gt;Championing the cause of me alone&lt;br /&gt;Bowed down to the money of a man&lt;br /&gt;Seeking after bargains and convenience&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility shirking at every turn&lt;br /&gt;Just to climb higher up the ladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when at deaths door you wait &lt;br /&gt;What will be the look in your eye &lt;br /&gt;A fear or an embrace of whats ahead&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever find yourself facing that question &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.01.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265349076588392?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265340969766425</id><published>2006-07-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:30:09.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Comfort don't see blindman's dreams</title><content type='html'>We all have a faith a life long pilgrimage&lt;br /&gt;From all the places we later wish we'd never been&lt;br /&gt;To the faces we thought we'd seen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along this golden road in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Thinking silent aloud 'One day, all this will be mine'&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what made your face to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty face, bright blue eyes and more hid within&lt;br /&gt;Pure as sin, ignorant sleeping and still wide, wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Carried for hours, endless hours, never to forsake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you then and how did today ever come&lt;br /&gt;When you lived in tomorrow on the line gliding through strangely impure . &lt;br /&gt;Daily misunderstood not knowing yet sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy sights from those deep fallen eyes&lt;br /&gt;Broke comfort and lies of the blindmans false dreams&lt;br /&gt;Did they ever see you, is it ever what it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a future unknown you chased after nothing&lt;br /&gt;Craving that which today now appears obscene&lt;br /&gt;Longing to find that place where you'd be clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you stand there with them as you always have&lt;br /&gt;Worshipping him as if your live on him did depend&lt;br /&gt;No longer twisted mentality now beginning to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.01.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265340969766425?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265331687247369</id><published>2006-07-11T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:28:36.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Do We Just Believe The Things We Want To Hear</title><content type='html'>I Sit here alone &lt;br /&gt;Longing to be near you&lt;br /&gt;Crying inside cause my will is too strong&lt;br /&gt;To let the tears flow&lt;br /&gt;And what do I cry for&lt;br /&gt;And what do we live for&lt;br /&gt;Do we just believe the things we want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an old man who lives there&lt;br /&gt;Just him and his elder brother&lt;br /&gt;Recalling the old times and&lt;br /&gt;wondering where they went&lt;br /&gt;As the clock ticks on by&lt;br /&gt;hy are we waiting&lt;br /&gt;Are we living or dying&lt;br /&gt;Something inside keeps us pressing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us just have a party&lt;br /&gt;We'll find an excuse from somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Here's to making it though another painful year&lt;br /&gt;Taking it week by week&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do it&lt;br /&gt;Count every second&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the end to come and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the real estate market&lt;br /&gt;Are you buying or selling&lt;br /&gt;Come take my heart in the new year sales&lt;br /&gt;Yours if you will pay&lt;br /&gt;Am I nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one for your soul&lt;br /&gt;To know you're alive seems to be why you're living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.01.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265331687247369?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265331687247369/comments/default' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265321470906563</id><published>2006-07-11T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:26:54.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Forward Together</title><content type='html'>And I know its only&lt;br /&gt;By choosing to be, open with you&lt;br /&gt;Only then will things work&lt;br /&gt;And we can go forward together. &lt;br /&gt;Building this friendship we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love to spend&lt;br /&gt;Time with you, endless midnight hours. &lt;br /&gt;With an expression of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the trust that is here&lt;br /&gt;Living out the friendship we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't let this go cold&lt;br /&gt;Walk the path, hold the promise. &lt;br /&gt;Making a sacrifice to you&lt;br /&gt;As I open myself. up to you. &lt;br /&gt;From this weakness comes our strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.04.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265321470906563?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265321470906563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265321470906563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265321470906563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265321470906563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-forward-together.html' title='04 Forward Together'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265314460158911</id><published>2006-07-11T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:25:44.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Future Perfect</title><content type='html'>Where is the place you want me to be is it here where I am&lt;br /&gt;Or some other town chosen for your name&lt;br /&gt;Should I cry out apologise to myself&lt;br /&gt;For still still being awake fall before you and rise again&lt;br /&gt;Broken to the heart and weak inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing that I can ever ever do without your hand on my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I welcome here in a place that's called your name&lt;br /&gt;Where all I want to do is see your name spoken out&lt;br /&gt;Do they really want me and yeah I know you do&lt;br /&gt;Can this be there or where will you carry me strong again&lt;br /&gt;Want to stand for you represent the truth in you&lt;br /&gt;Share the life you gave me and build a future perfect heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build your nation restore hope again to dying war-torn world&lt;br /&gt;That stands as a better world alone in its own eyes&lt;br /&gt;What are they running running from so scared of losing control&lt;br /&gt;To let you be the driving force no still striving humanly on&lt;br /&gt;Falling at each hurdle hitting hard on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Blood stained rising in time to hit the next one flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I place all my trust fully in you&lt;br /&gt;See you come again change my world around&lt;br /&gt;Forever to gaze upon your face shining so bright&lt;br /&gt;With a burning passion unquenshable love for you&lt;br /&gt;Unveil my darkened eyes to see what you hold in store&lt;br /&gt;The plans to prosper and build a future perfect heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.11.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265314460158911?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265314460158911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265314460158911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265314460158911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265314460158911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-future-perfect.html' title='04 Future Perfect'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265295291090497</id><published>2006-07-11T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:22:32.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Hidden Me</title><content type='html'>can you see through the mask i wear&lt;br /&gt;hid behind my protective shield&lt;br /&gt;too weak too strong to face up to be real&lt;br /&gt;let you in and heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i wonder... &lt;br /&gt;would you still love me&lt;br /&gt;if you knew who i am.... really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know and i know that i have to change&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do this on my own alone&lt;br /&gt;don't have the strength to come clean&lt;br /&gt;take the risk of being seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i wonder... &lt;br /&gt;would you still love me&lt;br /&gt;if you knew who i am.... really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm two faced or who know's maybe more&lt;br /&gt;and it's killing me strange cancer from within&lt;br /&gt;if you met the hidden me I guess you'd flee&lt;br /&gt;And i'd be fallen and crying alone just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As faith grows I know I'm set free&lt;br /&gt;Freed from these forever chains&lt;br /&gt;Held in your arms I know I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;One me, one you, one cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unmasked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.09.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265295291090497?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265295291090497/comments/default' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265287063538729</id><published>2006-07-11T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:21:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Thirty Three</title><content type='html'>When time stands still&lt;br /&gt;In the tight grip of glazed apathy&lt;br /&gt;Amongst a silent yet restless crowd&lt;br /&gt;Save for one calling aloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time the leaves flutter&lt;br /&gt;Under the watchful eye of frozen lines&lt;br /&gt;In humid climes of a southern town&lt;br /&gt;Oppressive scene of dull agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the final breath of a strung out hour&lt;br /&gt;Comes the apocalypse like a blinking eye&lt;br /&gt;Steals recorded moves in a forgotten game&lt;br /&gt;Till nought remains but a ticking clock &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.12.99&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265281427266212</id><published>2006-07-11T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:20:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 If I Could Speak</title><content type='html'>Would you go all the way for the thorn that's stuck in your side&lt;br /&gt;Would you step out in front of me and take the bullet that belongs in my head&lt;br /&gt;Would you go all the way now you know me beneath my public screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to believe that anyone could love me so deep&lt;br /&gt;So hard to accept that I need anyone to help me to live&lt;br /&gt;So hard to get down on my knees and let my eyes cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the busyness of all the things that buzz through my head&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the rat race trying to keep my head above the water&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in thinking about how I can survive this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.04.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265281427266212?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265281427266212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265281427266212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265281427266212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265281427266212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-if-i-could-speak.html' title='04 If I Could Speak'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265276275540170</id><published>2006-07-11T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:19:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Time I Wake</title><content type='html'>By the time that I wake up to the existence of this road I'm on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm miles from home and I don't even know where that is.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in some old town some place some where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun goes down on another day&lt;br /&gt;The road runs out and I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake again to the rain and a fresh new day. &lt;br /&gt;Have no idea where I am or which way to go today.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off blindly in that direction once again. &lt;br /&gt;And the sun goes down…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight road widens to the crossroads ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot decide which path to take so I choose.&lt;br /&gt;And find my self back in that old town again. &lt;br /&gt;And the sun goes down… : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new dawn rising my mind is cleared. &lt;br /&gt;Now to break out of this dead end street. &lt;br /&gt;Join the road to the home I'd lost sight of before time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the sun moving through the sky&lt;br /&gt;To where the road runs out and I am home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.06.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265276275540170?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265268357666617</id><published>2006-07-11T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:18:03.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Are There Any Girls There?</title><content type='html'>why does a smile&lt;br /&gt;no longer grace your sullen face&lt;br /&gt;as you gaze forlorn into space&lt;br /&gt;can you just take the step&lt;br /&gt;to reach out and catch a falling star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead you reminisce speechless&lt;br /&gt;And reach for another drink &lt;br /&gt;longing to numb the pain just don't think&lt;br /&gt;one more moment in time&lt;br /&gt;passing slowly by till you drift away beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did the childhood go&lt;br /&gt;the days you laughed + played&lt;br /&gt;with all the other girls life was made&lt;br /&gt;no one could touch you or eclipse the sun&lt;br /&gt;days lasted forever so why is it  they are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the still of a silent night&lt;br /&gt;you feel something changing here&lt;br /&gt;like a storm yet strangely no fear&lt;br /&gt;only peace fills your hungry soul&lt;br /&gt;as forgotten childhood voice call out "God will come" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find the child inside&lt;br /&gt;Reach outside the confines of maturity&lt;br /&gt;recall the days of fearless purity&lt;br /&gt;speak out with innocent words &lt;br /&gt;don't let go of the joy and love forever yours . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265268357666617?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265268357666617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265268357666617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265268357666617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265268357666617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-are-there-any-girls-there.html' title='04 Are There Any Girls There?'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265246959258186</id><published>2006-07-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:22:31.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 03 : The Subject of My Sacred Psalms</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4157/244/1600/03sacredpsalms.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-holy-symphony.html"&gt;1. Holy Symphony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-stars.html"&gt;2. Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-exodus.html"&gt;3. Exodus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-come-down.html"&gt;4. Come Down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-eyes-like-yours.html"&gt;5. Eyes like Yours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-holy-name.html"&gt;6. Holy Name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-mapped-out.html"&gt;7. Mapped Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-nothing-i-could-ever-do.html"&gt;8. Nothing I could ever do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-sinking.html"&gt;9. Sinking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-stratosphere.html"&gt;10. Stratosphere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-true-reflections.html"&gt;11. True Reflection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-green-man.html"&gt;12. Green Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265246959258186?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265246959258186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265246959258186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265246959258186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265246959258186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/album-03-subject-of-my-sacred-psalms.html' title='Album 03 : The Subject of My Sacred Psalms'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265215921598850</id><published>2006-07-11T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:09:19.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Green Man</title><content type='html'>Green man, who is it that you are&lt;br /&gt;Green man, where do you go&lt;br /&gt;When you're hidden from me&lt;br /&gt;And how is it I know&lt;br /&gt;You'll always return&lt;br /&gt;Green man, show me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can't see you&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking blind in the night&lt;br /&gt;Guide my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Show me when to go&lt;br /&gt;Your ways they're not my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long to run to walk to you&lt;br /&gt;See your face shine again&lt;br /&gt;Radiant guiding me home&lt;br /&gt;Where am I without you&lt;br /&gt;Lost consumed by the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blazing lights all around&lt;br /&gt;Seek to destroy me&lt;br /&gt;And its only when I see you&lt;br /&gt;That I truly know I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;To step out and carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green man, who is it that you are&lt;br /&gt;Green man, where do you go&lt;br /&gt;When you're hidden from me&lt;br /&gt;And how is it I know&lt;br /&gt;You'll always return&lt;br /&gt;Green man, show me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.09.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265215921598850?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265215921598850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>03 True Reflections</title><content type='html'>I see your greatness now&lt;br /&gt;Revealed, as you took upon the cross&lt;br /&gt;The pain, of all, my sin&lt;br /&gt;And as you rose again&lt;br /&gt;Restored, now released from chains of death&lt;br /&gt;I can, walk with, you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you work in my life&lt;br /&gt;Can I really ever be &lt;br /&gt;a true reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of who you are, Cos Lord, &lt;br /&gt;that's what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;As we stand face to face&lt;br /&gt;A true reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.03.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265203201908812?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265203201908812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265203201908812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265203201908812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265203201908812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-true-reflections.html' title='03 True Reflections'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265194634412930</id><published>2006-07-11T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:05:46.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Stratosphere</title><content type='html'>I'm flying high above the world below&lt;br /&gt;Soaring though the stratosphere&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate coated it comforts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm falling free&lt;br /&gt;Drawn to the centre where you are something stronger than mere gravity&lt;br /&gt;Universal with glory shining out in all directions&lt;br /&gt;Cutting through it enfolds and wraps me up so warm&lt;br /&gt;In the love I want to know&lt;br /&gt;Circumnavigates this holy sphere reaching out far beyond to where&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying high above the world below…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With open arms as I draw near&lt;br /&gt;Now I see your face pure love itself unveiled&lt;br /&gt;Bears the scar of selfless pain and justice served&lt;br /&gt;For a wounded world that still tries to deny&lt;br /&gt;The wonders displayed in its chocolate coated stratosphere&lt;br /&gt;As creation dreams of a better day&lt;br /&gt;When from sky high places with our heads in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;We'll fall again before the throne&lt;br /&gt;And feel the love we've longed to find&lt;br /&gt;Not an inner self but you in me&lt;br /&gt;Saving grace forever mine&lt;br /&gt;As the song goes out through the cloudy skies and&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying high above the world below…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect reflection of your glory&lt;br /&gt;Daily displayed for all to see&lt;br /&gt;In your gentle arms, day to day&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate coated walking blind&lt;br /&gt;Feel you once again &lt;br /&gt;The wind beneath my weary wings and soon&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying high above the world below…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.05 &amp; 16.9.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265194634412930?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265182790166520</id><published>2006-07-11T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:03:47.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Sinking</title><content type='html'>Loosing my grip as fallen world shoots me down&lt;br /&gt;And as I sink into the mud, I cannot breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brave new world seeks to drag me down&lt;br /&gt;Yet to the gods of this age, I will not bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And day by day this society eats me up&lt;br /&gt;Demanding more than I have, still I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who can save me&lt;br /&gt;Give me a refuge&lt;br /&gt;And peace deep within&lt;br /&gt;Quiet my soul and restore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.08.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265182790166520?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265182790166520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265182790166520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265182790166520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265182790166520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-sinking.html' title='03 Sinking'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265177913428934</id><published>2006-07-11T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:02:59.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Nothing I could ever do</title><content type='html'>I could never stand here&lt;br /&gt;Without your act of love&lt;br /&gt;I could never stand &lt;br /&gt;Inside your unfaling love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you that found a way&lt;br /&gt;To hold me in your arms again&lt;br /&gt;Its you that paid the price&lt;br /&gt;For this compulsive sinners soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I could ever do&lt;br /&gt;To bridge the great divide --- &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I could ever do&lt;br /&gt;To bring me back to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you could bring me home&lt;br /&gt;Through your one and only son&lt;br /&gt;Only you  could bring me home&lt;br /&gt;To live as one with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.03.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265177913428934?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265177913428934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265177913428934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265177913428934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265177913428934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-nothing-i-could-ever-do.html' title='03 Nothing I could ever do'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265169673726524</id><published>2006-07-11T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:01:36.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Mapped out</title><content type='html'>My life, let it be yours&lt;br /&gt;Mapped out before I was born&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed, surrendered all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life, you gave it for me&lt;br /&gt;Took on all the pain &amp; shame&lt;br /&gt;That I'd cause you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future who knows where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;Mapped out before I was born&lt;br /&gt;Living for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you take me, go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.2.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265169673726524?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265169673726524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265169673726524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265169673726524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265169673726524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-mapped-out.html' title='03 Mapped out'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265162163208106</id><published>2006-07-11T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:00:21.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Holy Name</title><content type='html'>here we stand&lt;br /&gt;and build a temple of praise&lt;br /&gt;to glorify your name&lt;br /&gt;from deep within our hearts&lt;br /&gt;we lift you high&lt;br /&gt;and praise your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are fallen&lt;br /&gt;and come to you broken&lt;br /&gt;humbled people seeking your face&lt;br /&gt;in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;and times of victory&lt;br /&gt;to you we will turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we cry&lt;br /&gt;out for your presence to fall&lt;br /&gt;to bring the revival we long to see&lt;br /&gt;come save this nation&lt;br /&gt;be lifted high&lt;br /&gt;so all may praise your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus reign now&lt;br /&gt;in this generation&lt;br /&gt;a people fighting for your name&lt;br /&gt;here on our knees&lt;br /&gt;weeping, mourning&lt;br /&gt;to see your love enduring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.11.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265162163208106?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265162163208106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265162163208106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265162163208106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265162163208106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-holy-name.html' title='03 Holy Name'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265153874811691</id><published>2006-07-11T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:58:58.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Eyes like yours</title><content type='html'>If forgiveness is measured to me&lt;br /&gt;As I measure it to others&lt;br /&gt;Then are we the unforgiven&lt;br /&gt;Held captive, By &lt;br /&gt;hardened hearts and human pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we should love our enemies&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess we can have them&lt;br /&gt;But should they be in the family&lt;br /&gt;Where we're adopted&lt;br /&gt;And the slate's wiped clean in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please restore me heart&lt;br /&gt;Releases my insecurities&lt;br /&gt;Give me eyes like yours&lt;br /&gt;To love and respect&lt;br /&gt;To trust and accept&lt;br /&gt;Give me eyes like yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.08.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265153874811691?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265153874811691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265153874811691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265153874811691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265153874811691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-eyes-like-yours.html' title='03 Eyes like yours'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265145309323876</id><published>2006-07-11T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:57:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Exodus</title><content type='html'>Who am I that you could use me&lt;br /&gt;How can I be a part of the plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;Its time to face the things I run from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your fire, Drawing me near&lt;br /&gt;And here I am. Before you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come take my life make it yours&lt;br /&gt;And all I am make it all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when its all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Together Lord we live forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.04.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265145309323876?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265145309323876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265145309323876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265145309323876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265145309323876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-exodus.html' title='03 Exodus'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265140813884968</id><published>2006-07-11T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:56:48.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Come down</title><content type='html'>You are the holy One&lt;br /&gt;The awesome almighty One&lt;br /&gt;Come down in your power&lt;br /&gt;Break down the walls I hide behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flood your light out from this place&lt;br /&gt;Reveal your mystery&lt;br /&gt;Come down in your power&lt;br /&gt;Break down the walls I hide behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father let your glory shine&lt;br /&gt;Through my life&lt;br /&gt;Come down in your power&lt;br /&gt;Break down the walls I hide behind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.10.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265140813884968?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265140813884968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265140813884968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265140813884968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265140813884968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-come-down.html' title='03 Come down'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265136061164405</id><published>2006-07-11T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:56:00.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Stars</title><content type='html'>Come into your presence crying&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you more&lt;br /&gt;yet I can hardly keep my face out of the sand&lt;br /&gt;washed away by the waves of your hand&lt;br /&gt;that reach out and soak my comfort zones&lt;br /&gt;floating out beyond my human comprehension&lt;br /&gt;this thing I can't understand &lt;br /&gt;as I gaze into the starry skies&lt;br /&gt;that stretch out endlessly &lt;br /&gt;above the sea I float upon&lt;br /&gt;I ponder aimless once again&lt;br /&gt;why did you paint the sky &lt;br /&gt;with stars in a universe&lt;br /&gt;so grand you chose something so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;amazing shining sparks of light &lt;br /&gt;that illuminate my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and why do these things so mystify&lt;br /&gt;and blow my mind away&lt;br /&gt;when I know for sure you are so awesome&lt;br /&gt;not a boxed in God held in my palms&lt;br /&gt;more the subject of my sacred psalms&lt;br /&gt;the object of my praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.10.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265136061164405?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265136061164405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265136061164405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265136061164405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265136061164405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-stars.html' title='03 Stars'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115265127214897343</id><published>2006-07-11T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:54:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Holy Symphony</title><content type='html'>My heart beats only for you&lt;br /&gt;Marching unceasingly onward&lt;br /&gt;Down the single path that matters&lt;br /&gt;The only path that leads to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded road as many walk&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly onwards into the light&lt;br /&gt;Focussed on the prize ahead&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the hunger deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In glorious surround sound&lt;br /&gt;Resounds the faithful rhythm &lt;br /&gt;Forever calling out and guiding&lt;br /&gt;As more join the holy symphony &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.10.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115265127214897343?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115265127214897343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115265127214897343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265127214897343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115265127214897343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/03-holy-symphony.html' title='03 Holy Symphony'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115264416361659557</id><published>2006-07-11T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:21:32.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 02 : This Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4157/244/1600/02thisrain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-recurring-dream.html"&gt;1. Recurring Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-shall-i-bow-down-to-block-of-wood.html"&gt;2. Shall I bow down to a block of wood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-angst.html"&gt;3. Angst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-doubtless-you-are-people-and-wisdom.html"&gt;4. Doubtless you are the people...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-giftwrapped.html"&gt;5. Giftwrapped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-this-rain.html"&gt;6. This Rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-tomorrows-untold.html"&gt;7. Tomorrow's untold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-gather-up-your-cimes-and-watch-them.html"&gt;8. Gather up your crimes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-is-pride-all-its-about.html"&gt;9. Is pride all its about&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-you-could-ever-dream.html"&gt;10. You could ever dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-i-know-youre-there.html"&gt;11. I know you're there&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115264416361659557?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115264416361659557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115264416361659557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264416361659557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264416361659557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/album-02-this-rain.html' title='Album 02 : This Rain'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115264384571528377</id><published>2006-07-11T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:50:45.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02 I know You're There</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cardboard cut-out in a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;Of consumer goods and instant thrills&lt;br /&gt;And when I come to you its like&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped inside some&lt;br /&gt;Two-dimensional holy space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suspend disbelief&lt;br /&gt;And let my mind run free&lt;br /&gt;To the endless possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this chemical reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to open the doors&lt;br /&gt;And cut loose the chains&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you're there&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You set me free&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking new ground for all to see&lt;br /&gt;The heavenly power and love unfold&lt;br /&gt;I rend my heart and the dark night stops&lt;br /&gt;No longer blind to hear&lt;br /&gt;The steadfast voice of the Almighty One &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.08.99 // Recorded by Barefoot, 1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115264384571528377?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115264384571528377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115264384571528377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264384571528377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264384571528377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-i-know-youre-there.html' title='02 I know You&apos;re There'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115264375024376190</id><published>2006-07-11T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:49:10.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02 You Could Ever Dream</title><content type='html'>Carelessly wasting away hours and days till its gone and I’m home where I belong ultimately peaceful but this world has so much to do and so much it needs to learn before then so I’m here for the duration of what I must do for the one who is calling me on I can’t see but I know I’m not blind anymore there is something that’s more than human eyes can see don’t you know can’t you see deep inside you know it is there in you heart there’s a need and a want simply for more and for more than you have gain up to now and for more than you ever could gain in this world and the pain where’s it from the feeling you just can’t deny passion or lonely heart still it hurts and you know you just can’t deny and go on living as if it doesn’t really matter cause inside and you see that you can’t live blind live cold to the world pretend its not real and that nothing matters cause you feel it inside and you know that to feel is more than this world allows it it’s sure about what it can see can it be so sure if nothing is real is anything sure or anything at all is it all or nothing but compared to what and to who and are you just a figment of imagination and dreams but are they really real don’t you see you can be if you open your eyes you will see and forever be more than you could ever dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.12.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115264375024376190?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115264375024376190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115264375024376190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264375024376190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264375024376190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-you-could-ever-dream.html' title='02 You Could Ever Dream'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115264371761369062</id><published>2006-07-11T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:48:37.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02 Is pride all its about</title><content type='html'>Caught in the act in the glare of the headlight&lt;br /&gt; A thousand eyewitness accounts, I cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;Of a life that was lost and I confess I killed him&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of my soul, just trying to save my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me tomorrow somewhere I can hide&lt;br /&gt;I know you can all recognise me, see every move&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m out in the open and there I will stay&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of my soul, just trying to save my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need more than this&lt;br /&gt;Is it not plain to see&lt;br /&gt;My life’s on the line here&lt;br /&gt;For a prize that comes free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold out forever and always argue&lt;br /&gt;Will you still fight when you know, do you just want to die&lt;br /&gt;Stand there forever and shout proud “I was right”&lt;br /&gt;When all else is fallen and you stand there alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what more can I say if this isn’t enough&lt;br /&gt;You say you are searching well look here and find&lt;br /&gt;You want love here it is now, and life abundantly&lt;br /&gt;Is it really too much just to say you are wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is that how it ends&lt;br /&gt;Will you just let it be&lt;br /&gt;Its your life on the line here&lt;br /&gt;Rejecting and offer that’s free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what they say of pride&lt;br /&gt;And are you really up for the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.01.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115264371761369062?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115264371761369062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115264371761369062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264371761369062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264371761369062'/><link 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worth what it takes to not reach that peak&lt;br /&gt;Disposable friends million pounds&lt;br /&gt;One day it all ends&lt;br /&gt;Then what remains of a life&lt;br /&gt;For what did you stand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gather up all your crimes&lt;br /&gt;And watch them away&lt;br /&gt;ou could never atone for your life&lt;br /&gt;Come on, neither could I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Take a breath out of time&lt;br /&gt;View from a different perspective&lt;br /&gt;Grasp the hope and let go of the lies&lt;br /&gt;Touch the dream and now do you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.01.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115264361385213965?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115264361385213965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115264342642721183</id><published>2006-07-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:43:46.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02: Tomorrow's untold</title><content type='html'>Where is home are you free if you’re free are you able to be live your life secure no outpacing the shadows in fear of who it might be are you free out on the street or is it more not to be where the sunlight can see but to rest in these walls dreaming of the day when the slate’s wiped clean and you’ll really be free no more chased  by the pain and the echoing screams of your past when all men are free harmony is it real do you feel truly free or is it just what they want you to say to him now its all changed a brave new world where young men grow old and  peace is for the bold don’t need to run anymore and there is no more place you could run except to another man who like you can say he’s free but inside does he know do they see him like them or do they peer and pious sneer about the man who denied and stood undignified for a cause they supported till they were told there’s no more of the old time is new in this town can’t you see the new dawn the curtain is torn and he walked forward free deep into the sea that once cried for his side fed his pride and that they called for his head to avenge and destroy not forgive until now but is it real can it ever be new in the land of division and labels excuses called into play yet no more for today it is new and tomorrow’s untold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.12.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115264342642721183?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115264069578491964</id><published>2006-07-11T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:58:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02 This Rain</title><content type='html'>This rain falls endless like a torrent from the skies&lt;br /&gt;Unquenchable is the flaming ground on which it falls&lt;br /&gt;Millennia of burning fires and blindfold worship&lt;br /&gt;Pain that scars the landscapes as far as my eye can see&lt;br /&gt;Hard to conceive that one day all this will be pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought pattern heartbeat running fast like mine&lt;br /&gt;United is the sound now and it draws near and nearer&lt;br /&gt;Undeniable can you see it coming gathering pace&lt;br /&gt;Who is this and are we to know or just observe&lt;br /&gt;As this one sweeps the skies and ever does reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoots of new life breaking through a tortured night&lt;br /&gt;Restores a place of life like water in this desert&lt;br /&gt;No mirage on the horizon real is the river that flows&lt;br /&gt;Emotions run high is it all a dream of satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;A hope on which to run the race to ruin with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought pattern heartbeat running fast like mine… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changed born again something inside myself&lt;br /&gt;The hunger satisfied and eager for more yet more&lt;br /&gt;On eagles wings to ever fly and ride the clouds away&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and his crowds in the jubilance of today&lt;br /&gt;This rain falls and falls and cleans my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought pattern heartbeat running fast like mine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time torn in two pierced by the risen one&lt;br /&gt;Fragrant aroma fills the night everlasting dawn&lt;br /&gt;Glories displayed from upon high clear to see&lt;br /&gt;As each child now knows his true loving Father&lt;br /&gt;Forever united in peace born to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.02.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115264069578491964?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115264069578491964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115264069578491964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264069578491964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264069578491964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/02-this-rain.html' title='02 This Rain'/><author><name>Dave Bish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hpUdD63BbN4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADIk/XXjbIgsnTzk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980791.post-115264045491612889</id><published>2006-07-11T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:54:14.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02 Giftwrapped</title><content type='html'>When you sit there crying is there anything I can do&lt;br /&gt;To take away your pain just to reach out and comfort&lt;br /&gt;The headlines scream in widescreen blurry special effects&lt;br /&gt;Till the glitch in the camera and momentarily the action stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that one moment of silence all eyes are focussed&lt;br /&gt;On the child in the road and the oncoming doom&lt;br /&gt;Hearts no longer divided over justice or crime&lt;br /&gt;Here is only one verdict and the child takes the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sit there crying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think they didn't see him just a simple mistake&lt;br /&gt;If it was you not some other wouldn't you have done the same&lt;br /&gt;So let go of your righteousness and rest the poor soul&lt;br /&gt;Would your death still living restore the loss of another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sit there crying is there anything I can do&lt;br /&gt;To take away your pain just to reach out and comfort&lt;br /&gt;The headlines scream in widescreen blurry special effects&lt;br /&gt;Till the glitch in the camera and momentarily the action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is more than I could have taken neither you or I&lt;br /&gt;A moment of horror that might just change this world&lt;br /&gt;Were this here tomorrow a re-run of this now&lt;br /&gt;Would things be any different for the life of the child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now can you feel it, Have you truly witnessed pain&lt;br /&gt;Real tears that just wont dry up, For a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;When two worlds collided, Like the child and the truck&lt;br /&gt;And heaven touched earth, To collect up it's child &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.12.99 + 25.01.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980791-115264045491612889?l=thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluefish-songbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115264045491612889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980791&amp;postID=115264045491612889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980791/posts/default/115264045491612889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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