Why god

Why does god stumble in such stupid ways Why do terrible things happen on such beautiful days All these questions and so much more I’m sure you’ve all asked them before Who is god and what is his plan Why does a woman love to fight with her man Why do some children only live for a week Why are others so strong yet I am so weak Is god real who creates all these disasters I refuse to think of them as my masters Is he shaping the world or are we shaping it Does anyone know, care or give a shit When it comes to religion we are all offenders We spoil everything here, we are truth benders We lie hurt and kill Then we say its gods will We know its not right but we continue to fight All are sisters and brothers, father’s daughters and mothers Are all carrying on like nothing is wrong As long as there o.k. and get by everyday Whilst the government they follow Take them deeper into the hollow Feeding them full, making them part of the cull So if there is a god why can’t he stop this Or is this his revenge is he in a bliss Because we killed his son his precious one Who he gave to us all To try and break down the wall Of prejudice No one’s greater than us at this So all I ask from our god is to see his own hand Grow stronger on earth and sort out this mad land

What can we do

You can buy a baby on the internet You can get a virtual pet you never have to take to the vet With our great technology you can do amazing things You own a wap phone with ten trillion different rings You can program all your embryos and pick the colour off your offspring Email yourself through space and time And have a computer in your earring We have created super bionicle powers We can genetically modify all our fruits and all our flowers We can put a monkey into outer space But we still can not change the fate off the human race We all wish we could live a little longer Make our children’s hearts grow stronger Let no one be ill blind deaf or dumd Not let some one hold any one under their thumb Why can we not find a cure for pain Is it because we only want what we can gain Why cant we take a magic pill To calm and still A broken heart When we think we have nearly reached the end Are we just heading straight back into the start Out of all these things which would you try and change Make priority and re-arrange Well no one can So just try and understand This is the world we made And crazy science is the only thing in our own hand

Is there a heaven? I want to find a place where all around is fair, and everyone is equal In the next bit of my life the sequel Somewhere with out care, with out a don’t go there Where no one can hurt or desert me, alarm or alert me Pull me or push me, never try and rush me Some where with out stand and command And do as I demand A place with out might, a place with out spite a place with out day or night A place where you don’t follow or continue to swallow A place where nothing goes wrong, where no one is strong Where no sadness glooms, no party balloons Where there is no starving no carving No love hate or snarling No more I am better than you, do you know what to do No more head in a stew No more life If some one knows where this is where there is no more heads in a twist Please tell me I want your directions How can I get into the place with out the human race help me make my resurrections Does this place really exist, some where out in the midst Nobody ever comes back To explain that’s a fact They just leave us suffering and guessing But we are made to live on and keep having fun And keep getting drunk That’s the best thing

Bed of roses Why is life for some people a bed of rose’s Posh people look at you down there nose’s They drink fine wine and pink champagne They piss there money down the drain There never ill, live in exotic places Spend millions of pounds to have new faces They do not pee poo or fart They had money from the start They eat gold food with gold forks They really are a bunch of dorks

Let me introduce you to the other side The place on earth that we divide Where people die side by side They take there suffering in their stride They have no food if there lucky water A family greave for there sick end daughter She don’t wish to be pretty, she just wants to live Hoping someone has got a miracle cure to give She may have cancer or something worse She will never get what she deserved

So which to choose, which side will win I can see it in your face your lucky grin Just be proud in all your ways But spare a thought for the poor peoples days If you care as much as you say Go ahead write a check out today But you know it won’t change a thing So you will carry on with your grin

Twisted dreams/twisted world Each day when I stick on the T.V I see a world to terrible for me I can not believe that this is real Am I dreaming, pinch me see if I can feel Another country another child It seems to me the worlds gone wild Turn it over it just gets worse One day we will wreck the universe People dying starving biting Like children they just can’t stop fighting Turn it of, ah that’s better now Hold on a minute what’s that smell Jump out my chair run in the street Another old person knocked of there feet Stabbed to death for a few pewny quid Nobody will ever catch the kid He will be of know in a car he stole Crime for him in life’s his goal But each day for me is getting worse Good old life helped me write this verse But I am still not convinced am I dreaming I can still here people screaming So pinch me hard for I cant feel Life’s turned out to be a great big deal Did I get a duff hand, why do I have to see these thing’s I panic now even when the phone rings So deal me out see if I care I hope with all my heart there will be a peace full place out there

Chocking the earth chocking my chicken Chocking the earth bleeding it dry We even punched a hole in our sky Chocking my chicken its finger licking To the women who want it or is it my money That’s what life is aint it dead funny

All are resources are drained All our convicts are named Not by there crimes but there numbers All our fish are now dead all our people are red Not by the sun but their slumbers So I’m chocking the earth chocking my chicken Trying not to get court and get a good kicking So I continue with your ways each day I comply A good man to the world let my life pass me by I but organic produce straight out of the shops But the people who produce it all kick their god in the chops I work really hard and am always punctual Am I bit stupid or a little dysfunctional To let all this happen and to join in with my brothers To help fuck up this earth just like all the others

All gods creatures Were all gods creatures Confused by all our teachers Delivering us out of wrong to do right Preaching in us by day, praying for us at night If I was a fly who loved and lived in dogshit I would be thought of better in this world I would not be a misfit If I was a slug who loved the taste of beer I could wriggle and squirm all I liked And be allowed to be a little queer If I was a pigeon they could not chuck at me religion Telling me what is right, trying to stoop me in mid flight All gods creatures who have gods god’s features What’s it mean to be a man who does not understand As we grab life by the hand As we try to get it right into the day into the night A fly is surely happy with the way he is He does not want to be a human being spend his life in a tiz A slug is content but he might rather be a worm Bout not a human being by any means They hurt, fuck kill then burn A pigeon just keeps living watching our world go by Feeling sorry for us people down here he can see we never try To enjoy all the beauties mother nature holds To help each other on the planet not to set to many goals We just want what we can get for all ourselves Piling up loads of junk stacking shit upon high shelves But were all gods creatures getting confused by all our teachers Doing wrong to the world But we are told that it is all right As long as we are preaching by the day and praying in the night

God’s big questions My head is collapsing with words and numbers Getting them mixed up all the time and getting into slumbers I spend my days feeling dazed and confused Always feeling empty, lost and used A whizzing in my brain faster than I can process Looking at life trying to puzzle out if it’s a mess The worlds going to fast or is it me who is to slow All these questions burning inside of me, And when I am asked The only reply I know is I don’t know Where am I going where have I just been Is life all spent out or is this a nasty dream Who makes bouncy castles bouncy Who makes motorways Who made the sand the sea And who made hard rock cafes There’s one thing I know for sure It bloody well was not me My roads would have bouncy and soft All with magical signposts you would never ever get lost You could bounce straight out of your car, Never get hurt or worse ever die You could safely fall out and shout that was wicked fun Lets have another try All the tarmac on motorways, I would scrape out and pour in your graves Who own the universe the moon the stars your land Who gave you the right to die for it I will never understand Who now owns your birthrights I would clearly love to see There is one thing I no for sure it bloody well is not me My land would have been shared for all You would all own all around You would not possess any thing You would all be safe and sound I would have never tought you love hate or fear You would never need drugs or fags or beer You would all pace along looking out for one another Helping and understanding your fellow sister and your fellow brother This is how it should have been Somethings gone wrong some how I don’t know how to sort it out I am a little busy right now I need to get my head straight and decide whats best for you Why I think and make up my mind Do I lock in a cage like creatures in the zoo I cant I love you you to much Even though you all destroy All off my hard work My my world my Pride my joy

Cockroaches.....aaack! When I was 16 I got a job at a local restaurant as a dishwasher. I finished washing some pots and pans and went to put them in a cupboard. When I opened the door about 100 of the little varmints scattered, scared the crap out of me...lol. Needless to say, I never ate there and only stayed a couple of weeks because I was starting to find them "tagging along" with me when I left for the night. Aaaack, enough about "roaches", unless they are the ones you smoke...lol

Hello all!

It's been a while, thought I'd try to catch up - failed miserably. I wish I had time to read everyone's post.

Michelle - Sounds like you had a great time at the show and your sis's comp.

JS Clone 1 - I've never experienced the kinds of problems you're having with any of my edges. I love them. I have less string life on the ones with hard tail type bridge.

Lyz - Unfortanetly, you're going to have to use a good mic into a mic pre-amp, or get a Line 6 POD. Maybe something similar. I have a POD and it's not great for effects, not bad, but not great. It IS great for "real" amp tones. I've recorded many things lately with both, real amps and my POD's emulation of them... They both sound great! There are cheaper units like the J-Station, but I did'nt care for it, just a personal taste thing. I've heard others rave on it. BTW, I use Cubase VST 32. I can't imagine my life without it. It saves me sooo much time.

gotta go,

Kel, Joe had on the coolest pair of pants Sunday night. They were kinda faded, but had some sort of design on the bottom and I think at the top. They were toooo cool! I don't usually comment on Joe's clothing, but the two things that stand out in my mind are his black shirt with the silver studded "cross" from his 2000 tour, and these pants. His smile was as bright as the sun and he was having a great time on stage. Agh! I can't believe it's over...till next time anyways. : )

Hi everyone. The roaches have taken over! There's over a thousand of them in my room right now so I have t...no, I'm just kidding. All I saw was the one roach, and with the amount of bug spray I've used in my room I don't think any will be coming back for a long time. The screen on one of my windows is bent, so I think it crawled in that way. Maintenance should fix the problem soon...I can't wait. ;-)

1989RG560 - Joe wears Oakley Eye Jackets. I'm not sure what kind of pants he's wearing on the CP cover, but I'd try to find some pants like these, they're so cool. I don't know what brand they are, though.

So much fuzz about cockroaches. I'm proud to say that in my new house I no longer have cockroach problems.

I guess the 4 scorpions we've found so far have eaten them...

Effin' scorpions!!! U know who was waiting for us when we returned from Albuquerque last month? A fu#$%!ng scorpion in the bathroom faucet! What nerve!! je,je.

Hey at least they don't jump. Yet.

Kell - Messed up.... damn... now i'm not feeling so great about mine. I don't get it, the saddle is perfectly smooth.

Master Yoda - I recall getting that message. You have to tweak it. Take down some quality settings. Hotmail does not allow files over 1mb.

Ha! I remember "Joe's Apartment" that was pretty funny I think (from memory)! If you want cockroaches, go to Queensland Australia. They are fricking huge there.

Whojackafibby - That link didn't work. Just type the address in your post and I'll copy and paste it.