Shouts From Down Under

People who think things up for themselves

A couple of original thinkers. If you've the time, see what they've done. Yes, that's it. DONE. Not just sat and talked a lot. They've gone and done this stuff.
Their stuff. They've gone and done their stuff.

It's not so much all the things this man invented and thought out, but that he wasn't hemmed in by preconceived ideas, or those check lists that we get so obsessed about or rigidly conform to, that really, aren't gospel at all.

http://youtu.be/T1tV-ovGPyc

Then, there is Johnny Cash. I always like his songs. He was another of these original thinkers. I like to think I'm one as well, but if I was honest, I'd admit that I don't come close to the ballsy efforts these men DO. I try, but mostly the things I think up are synthetic tasting and theoretical cholesterol. I need to get more sun.

http://youtu.be/k9IfHDi-2EA

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Man comes around.

Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

Thanks to whoever posted this on YouTube.

I wonder if the new movie coming out starring Russel Crowe and Emma Watson will try very hard to accurately align with scripture, or just paw around the edges of it, make it look good, but not actually read the relevant scripture available and do it. DO IT.

I want to write completely original stories.
Not just say it, but DO IT.

Be original. Do it.

Sparky