Happy When It Rains

by Jim Reid

Step back and watch the sweet thing
Breaking everything she sees
She can take my darkest feeling
Tear it up till I'm on me knees

Plug into her electric cool
Where things bend and break
And shake to the rule

Talking fast couldn't tell me something
I would shed my skin for you
Talking fast on the edge of nothing
I would break my back for you

Don't know why, don't know why
Things vaporise and rise to the sky

And we tried so hard
And we looked so good
And we lived our lives in black

But something about you felt like pain
You were my sunny-day rain
You were the clouds in the sky
You were the darkest sky

But your lips spoke gold and honey
That's why I'm happy when it rains
I'm happy when it pours

Looking at me enjoying something
That feels like, feels like pain
To my brain

And if I tell you something
You take me back to nothing
I'm on the edge of something
You take me back

And I'm happy when it rains
And I'm happy now
And I'm happy when it rains

Foot of the Mountain

by Paul Weller

Like a dream on the ocean
Always drifting away
And I can't catch up
She just slips away
On the tide

Sometimes a great notion
Can lead us astray
So weak to devotion
So strong to desire

Won't you let me ride?
Take me up on your sailboat ride
Come on now, angels are on your side
But she slips away
Never stays

Like mercury gliding
A silver teardrop that pours
And I can't hold on
Through my fingers
She's gone

At the foot of the mountain
Such a long way to climb
How will I ever get up there?
Though I know I must try

The Right Must Win

by Frederick William Faber

Oh, it is hard to work for God,
  To rise and take his part
Upon this battle-field of earth,
  And not sometimes lose heart!

He hides himself so wondrously,
  As though there were no God;
He is least seen when all the powers
  Of ill are most abroad.

Or he deserts us at the hour
  The fight is all but lost;
And seems to leave us to ourselves
  Just when we need him most.

Ill masters good; good seems to change
  To ill with greatest ease;
And, worst of all, the good with good
  Is at cross-purposes.

Ah! God is other than we think;
  His ways are far above,
Far beyond reason's height, and reach'd
  Only by childlike love.

Workman of God! Oh, lose not heart,
  But learn what God is like;
And in the darkest battle-field
  Thou shalt know where to strike.

Thrice bless'd is he to whom is given
  The instinct that can tell
That God is on the field when he
  Is most invisible.

Bless'd, too, is he who can divine
  Where real right doth lie,
And dares to take the side that seems
  Wrong to man's blindfold eye.

For right is right, since God is God;
  And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
  To falter would be sin.

I've Got You Under My Skin

by Cole Porter

I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart
That you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin

I've tried so hard not to give in
I've said to myself this affair will never go so well
But why should I try to resist
When baby, I know so well
That I've got you under my skin

I'd sacrifice anything, come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear

Don't you know little fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin

Jeremy

by Eddie Vedder

At home, drawing pictures
Of mountaintops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
And the dead lay
In pools of maroon below

Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact
That mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today

Clearly I remember
Picking on the boy
Seemed a harmless little punk
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recess lady's breast
How could I forget?

And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Like the day I heard

Daddy didn't give affection
And the boy was something
That mommy wouldn't wear
King Jeremy the Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today

Try to forget this
Try to erase this
From the blackboard

Jeremy spoke in class today

Dependence

by William Cowper

To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.

The Lord's unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream;
It is not at our own command,
But still derived from Him.

Beware of Peter's word,
Nor confidently say,
'I never will deny Thee, Lord,'—
But,— 'Grant I never may.'

Man's wisdom is to seek
His strength in God alone;
And e'en an angel would be weak,
Who trusted in his own.

Retreat beneath His wings,
And in His grace confide!
This more exalts the King of kings,
Than all your works beside.

In Jesus is our store,
Grace issues from His throne;
Whoever says, 'I want no more,'
Confesses he has none.