I am supremely confident that the guys I’m going to the show with (in less than a month) are totally uprepared for how unhinged I’m going to be that night.
Here’s one of the 86,247 reasons why:
Our prayer tonight, now more than ever.
Savior I come
Quiet my soul remember
Redemptions hill
Where Your blood was spilled
For my ransom
Everything I once held dear
I count it all as lost
Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross
You were as I
Tempted and trialed
You are
The word became flesh
Bore my sin and death
Now you’re risen
To your heart
To your heart
Lead me to your heart
Lead me to your heart

Here are the lyrics for the first song (“All the World is Mad”) on Thrice’s new album “Beggars” (released today on ITunes)
Reason #46 I really really like this band.
ALL THE WORLD IS MAD
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned;
We are demons that hide in the mirror.
But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly clear.
We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed,
And malevolence deep and profound.
We do unspeakable deeds, does our wickedness know any bounds?
Something’s gone terribly wrong with everyone;
All the world is mad.
Darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone—
What vanity! our sad, wretched fires.
We can’t medicate man to perfection again;
We can’t legislate peace in our hearts.
We can’t educate sin from our souls, it’s been there from the start.
But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits,
Still we smile and deny that we’re cursed.
But of all our iniquities ignorance may be the worst.
Oh, what little light we have!
It only serves to show
The snares and seeds of wrath
We have already sewn on every path.

When the will abandons what is above itself and turns to what is lower, it becomes evil—not because that is evil to which it turns, but because the turning itself is wicked. Therefore it is not an inferior thing which has made the will evil, but it is itself which has become so by wickedly and inordinately desiring an inferior thing.
… St. Augustine of Hippo (354-430), The City of God, v. I [426],

Today I officially purchased (via a friend) my first tickets to see U2 in concert.
It’s a day 25 years in the making and I’m terribly excited.
Soldier Field, Sept. 12th.
I cannot wait.
Here’s a recent setlist from a U2 show in Sweden:
Breathe
No Line On The Horizon
Get On Your Boots
Magnificent
Beautiful Day
New Years Day
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
Stay (Far Away So Close)
Unknown Caller
Electrical Storm
City of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
I’ll Go Crazy If I Don’t Go Crazy Tonight (Remix)
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Pride (In The Name of Love)
MLK
Walk On
Where The Streets Have No Name
One
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Ultraviolet
With Or Without You
Moment of Surrender