What If God Was One Of Us

Songwriters: Eric Bazilian / Eric M. Bazilian
One of Us lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
Sung by Joan Osborne

If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
And yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin’ to make his way home?

If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see if seeing meant
That you would have to believe in things like heaven
And in Jesus and the saints, and all the prophets?

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
And yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin’ to make his way home?
Just tryin’ to make his way home
Like back up to heaven all alone
Nobody callin’ on the phone
‘Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
And yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin’ to make his way home?
Just tryin’ to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just tryin’ to make his way home
Nobody callin’ on the phone
‘Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

NOTE

The album version starts off with the first four lines of a recording titled “The Aeroplane Ride”, made on October 27, 1937 by American folklorist Alan Lomax and his wife Elizabeth for the Archive of American Folk Song at the Library of Congress, of Mrs. Nell Hampton of Salyersville, Kentucky singing a variation of the 1928 John S. McConnell hymn “Heavenly Aeroplane”.

The first verse is:

So one of these nights and about twelve o’clock,
This old world’s goin’ ta reel and rock.
Saints will tremble and cry for pain,
For the Lord’s gonna come in his heavenly airplane.

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The Rose

Songwriters: Gordon Mills
The Rose lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won’t be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose

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The Summer Day

“The Summer Day”
by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

God Is A DJ

(P!nk – God Is A DJ)

I’ve been a girl with her skirt pulled high
Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes
I see the world
As a candy store
With a cigarette smile saying things you can’t ignore
Like, mommy I love you
Daddy I hate you
Brother I need you
Love or hate, fuck you, I can see everything
Here with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm, you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given it’s all how you use it

I’ve been a girl with her finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors the truth I don’t care
So open your mouth, stick out your tongue
Might as well let go, you can’t take back what you’ve done
Just find a new life style, reason to smile
Look for nirvana, under the strobe lights
Sequins and sex strings
You whisper to me
There’s no reason to cry

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm, you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given it’s all how you use it

Take what you get and get what you give
I said don’t run from yourself, man, that’s no way to live( no, no)
I’ve got a record in my bag, you should give it a spin
Put your hands in the air so that life can begin

(If God is a DJ, if God, say if God is a dj, if God
Then life is a dance floor)
Get your ass on the dance floor now!

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm, you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given it’s all how you use it
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm, you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given it’s all how you use it

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm, you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given it’s all how you use it

Brighid’s Kiss

Sung by Triniti
Songwriters: Gerry O’connor / Eithne Ni Uallachain
Lyrics
Gabbaim molta Bríde (I praise Brighid)
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn (Beloved of Ireland)
Ionhain le gach tír í (Beloved of all lands)
Molaímis go léir i (Let us all praise her)
Lóchrann geal na Laighneach
(The bright torch of Linster)
A’ soilsiú feadh na tíre (Shining throughout the land)
Cean ar óghaibh Éireann (The pride of all Irish women)
Ceann na mban ar míne
(The pride of women for gentleness)
Tig an geimhreadh dian dubh (Comes the hard dark winter)
A’ gearradh lena ghéire (Cutting with it’s severity)
Ach ar Lá ‘le Bríde (But on St. Brighids Day)
Gar dúinn earrach Éireann (The Irish spring is near to us)
Brighid of the sunrise
Rising in the morning
Rising with the springtime
Greening all the land
See you in the soft cloud
See you in the raindrop
See you in the winds of change
Blowing through the land
You the red eared white cow
Nourishing the people
Nourish now the hunger
Souls longing in our land
Bird that is unfolding
Now the time’s upon us
Only have we eyes to see
Your Epiphany
Gabbaim molta Bríde (I praise Brighid)
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn (Beloved of Ireland)
Ionhain le gach tír í (Beloved of all lands)
Molaímis go léir i (Let us all praise her)
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Gabhaim Molta Bríde (We Praise Brigid)

 

Vocals by Brigid Niedospial
Everything else by Lukas Allen Nause

Lryics:

Gabhaim molta Bride
Ionmhain í le hÉireann
Ionmhain le gach tír í
Molaimis go léir í

Lóchrann geal na Laighneach
‘Soilsiú feadh na tire
Ceann ar óghaibh Éireann
Ceann na mban ar míne

Tig an gheimhreadh dian dubh
Gearradh lena ghéire
Ach ar Lá ‘le Bríde
Gar dúinn Earrach Éireann

Gabhaim molta Bride
Ionmhain í le hÉireann
Ionmhain le gach tír í
Molaimis go léir í

Translation:

I praise Brigid
Beloved in Ireland
Beloved in all countries
Let us all praise her

The bright torch of Leinster
Shining throughout the country
The pride of Irish youth
The pride of our gentle women

The house of winter is very dark
Cutting with its sharpness
But on Brigid’s Day
Spring is near to Ireland

I praise Brigid
Beloved in Ireland
Beloved in all countries
Let us all praise her

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