Finally moving that awful Sailor Moon thingie down
OK, for all of you who thought all Christian music was just long, slow, high vocal songs (and nothing's wrong with that, really), then think again.

I've always liked hearing the Newboys on the radio. I finally went out and bought their "Shine" CD, and all I can say is...

...WHY DID I TAKE SO FREAKING LONG TO GET A CD BY THEM!??!

Yeah. They're that good.

I remember back in the movie School of Rock, Jack Black's character said that rock and roll is all about sticking it to the man. Newboys are a prime example of that in the Christian world--sticking it to the general public for being too cautious and "politically correct" about their faith (and boy, I could write forever on that little topic right there, but I won't, heh).

My favorite song by them at the moment. Get their CD. Get ahold of a lyric site, too, because, like most rock, it's sorta hard to hear the words over the music. Meanwhile, I have a few people (*coughcough*SHAUN and his music group*coughcough*) to talk to about the Newboys. (Kidding, Shaun--I know I'm always suggesting stuff for you guys. ^^)

Breakfast
Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
from our late friend's cereal bowl.

Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto
that he taught us to repeat:
"You will lose it in your gym class
if you wait 'til noon to eat."

Back when the Chess Club said our eggs were soft
every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon
But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune:

When the toast is burned
and all the milk has turned
and Captain Crunch is waving farewell
When the Big One finds you
may this song remind you
that they don't serve breakfast in Hell

Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankies.
Though to some our friend was odd,
that day he bought those pine pajamas
his check was good with God.

Those here without the Lord,
how do you cope?
For this morning we don't mourn
like those who have no hope

Oh, rise up, Fruit Loop lovers -
sing out sweet & low
With spoons held high
we bid our brother, "Cheerio!"

When the toast is burned
and all the milk has turned
and Captain Crunch is waving farewell
When the Big One finds you
may this song remind you
that they don't serve breakfast in Hell.