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Impure Lyrics by Jason Evert

Imagine settling down with a beautiful wife one day and having a baby daughter. She looks just like your wife, and you are in love all over again. Now imagine the lyrics of the song you mentioned being sung about your little princess. Would you sing along? Would you download a copy of the song or blare it from the speakers in your car stereo? Odds are, you would shatter the CD. If that is the case, why do we celebrate music that degrades the daughters of our heavenly Father?

ng that I like has a few sexual lyrics about women, does that make it wrong to listen to?

Our answer? “Well, it sounds cool.”

I will grant that it is difficult to let go of music we like. Getting rid of CDs you enjoy may feel like an amputation. It is painful. At the beginning of my conversion, I had tons of music that I would not exactly sing in church. But I did not want to let go of it. It was “my” music, and I liked it. I figured, “I’m not a bad person because of it. I’m not going to go have a one-night stand after listening to it. I just like the music.” So I clung to it. But God has a funny way of asking for things that we do not want to give up.

I did not want to be fanatical about it, so I started by getting rid of my worst CD. There comes a feeling of peace when you know you are giving something up for the love of God. I eventually let go of one CD after another until my entire collection was purged. So give it a shot. Give him your worst, and he will give you his best.

A friend of mine once said, “If it’s not of God, then I don’t want anything to do with it.” Life for her was black and white, and all she cared about was glorifying God with the short amount of time he gave her on Earth. Saint John Vianney had the same outlook on life. In his words, “Here is a rule for everyday life: Do not do anything which you cannot offer to God.”[1] So if you know a song has parts that are displeasing to God and are likely to drag you down spiritually, listen to another song.

Better yet, take some time to listen to nothing. Because we live in such a technological age, it is difficult to discover the value of silence. For this reason Pope John Paul II recommended to young people that if they want to encounter Christ, “above all, create silence in your interior. Let that ardent desire to see God arise from the depth of your hearts, a desire that at times is suffocated by the noise of the world and the seduction of pleasures.”[2] By creating more room for silence in your life, you’ll find it easier to listen to God. And what he has to tell you is more valuable than anything.

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[1]. Thoughts of the Curé D’Ars, W.M. B., ed. (Rockford, Ill.: TAN Books and Publishers), 25.

[2]. Pope John Paul II, “Message for 2004 World Youth Day,” Vatican City (March 1, 2004).

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"Set The Fire To The Third Bar"(feat. Martha Wainwright)
I find the map and draw a straight lineOver rivers, farms, and state linesThe distance from ‘A’ to where you’d beIt’s only finger-lengths that I seeI touch the place where I’d find your faceMy fingers in creases of distant dark placesI hang my coat up in the first barThere is no peace that I’ve found so farThe laughter penetrates my silenceAs drunken men find flaws in scienceTheir words mostly noisesGhosts with just voicesYour words in my memoryAre like music to meI’m miles from where you are,I lay down on the cold groundI, I pray that something picks me upAnd sets me down in your warm armsAfter I have travelled so farWe’d set the fire to the third barWe’d share each other like an islandUntil exhausted, close our eyelidsAnd dreaming, pick up fromThe last place we left offYour soft skin is weepingA joy you can’t keep inI’m miles from where you are,I lay down on the cold groundAnd I, I pray that something picks me upand sets me down in your warm armsI’m miles from where you are,I lay down on the cold groundand I, I pray that something picks me upand sets me down in your warm arms

"Set The Fire To The Third Bar"
(feat. Martha Wainwright)

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from ‘A’ to where you’d be
It’s only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I’d find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I’ve found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We’d set the fire to the third bar
We’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can’t keep in

I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

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Sitting here watching the Pittsburgh Penguins and the Dallas Stars go into overtime.

I love Hockey.

I also love Guns N’ Roses.

So before we went into overtime you can hear “Welcome to the Jungle” playing in the background over the announcers in the arena. 

I start singing along.

"…if you got your money, honey, we got your disease…" (totally gross I know, but I totally didn’t catch what that means until I just typed it…)

ANYWAYS

my 13-year-old brother, who is sitting on the couch across from me, stops me and says, “Wait. What are the words?”

I repeat.

"if you got your money, honey, we got your disease."

My brother: “WHAT?! Really?”

Me: “yes, joe. we got your disease. like bad stuff.”

My brother: “This whole time I thought the words were ‘we’ve got your Justice League’….” 

oh to be young and innocent once again.

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