So what songs helped during your exit?

by mavie 24 Replies latest jw friends

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  tetrapod.sapien

  these are ironic lyrics for me to like, but it's my new favorite song off of welcome to jamrock. the whole album is peppered with nice base lines and beats. good for releasing stress if you're dumping da troof.

  Road to Zion ft. NAS

  yah man.
  (hook)
  Jah will be waitin there be a shout,
  Jah will be waitin there!
  
  In this world of calamity,
  Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
  And police weh abuse dem authority,
  Media clowns when nuh know bout variety
  BOOM!
  
  De youngest veteran a go murder dem slow
  Ragga muffin sent to call me from da bush Bungalow
  Watch mek me clear out mi voice now Figarow
  Emerg from the darkness wit mi big blunt a glow
  Mi hammer dem a slam n a spectator get low
  Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Bigalow
  Buss off trigger finger trigger hand and trigger toe
  A two gun mi have mi buss dem inna stereo
  cause
  
  (chorus)
  
  I got to keep on walkin on the road to Zion, man
  Wi gots to keeps it burnin on the road to Zion, man
  
  Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
  Don let dem take you like who dem took out
  Jah will be waitin there we a shout,
  Jah will be waitin there!
  (x2)
  
  
  
  
  (Yeah, been waitin to do this track with you man, yeah, ha ha, yeah yeah)
  You know (They know) you got to keep on walkin (Yeah) on the road to Zion, man
  (You gotta keep walkin y'all, yeah, yeah, you gotta keep...)
  
  Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless
  I'm havin daymares in daytime wide awake try to relate
  This can't be happenin like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin
  Cause what I'm seein is hauntin, human beings like ghost and zombies
  President Mugabi holdin guns to innocent bodies
  In Zimbabwe, they make John Pope seem Godly, sacrilegious and blasphemous
  In my lifetime I look back in paths I walked, where savages fought and passengers taught
  Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots
  And badges screamin at young black children stop or I will shoot
  I look back at cooked crack plus cars that pass by
  Jaguars mad fly, and I'm guilty for materialism
  Blacks is still up in the prison trust that
  So save me your sorries I'm raisin a Army
  Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley
  Wi sparkin the ions Marchin to zion
  You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in
  
  In this world of calamity,
  Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
  And police weh abuse dem authority,
  Media clowns when nuh know bout variety
  
  Single parents weh need some charity
  Yutes weh need some love and prosperity
  Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
  By any plan with any means and strategy,
  say,
  
  I got to keep on walkin on the road to Zion, man
  Wi gots to keeps it burnin on the road to Zion, man
  
  Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
  Don let dem take you like who dem took out
  Jah will be waitin there we a shout,
  Jah will be waitin there!
  (x2)
  
  In this world of calamity,
  Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
  And police weh abuse dem authority,
  Media clowns when nuh know bout variety
  Single parents weh need some charity
  Yutes weh need some love and prosperity
  Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
  By any plan with any means and strategy
  Insted of broken dreams and tragedy
  Yutes weh need some love and prosperity
  Insted of broken dreams and tragedy
  By any plan n any means n any strategy
  Ay, Say
  I got to kepp on walking on the road to Zion, man

  ts
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  HappyDad

  This was many years before I finally got out.......but back in the 1980's I loved Bob Seeger and the Silver Bullet Band.

  These verses kept playing over and over in my mind from his song "Runnin Against The Wind" and that was.............................

  "surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends" and "Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then."

  Against the wind. I'm still runnin' against the wind.

  I'm older now but still runnin' against the wind.

  The rest of the song had nothing to do with my state of mind, but these verses were like a hammer in my head because I was so unhappy as a JW.

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  Then there was Phil Collins........."I Don't Care Any More" This one said most of it for me.

  Phil Collins
  I Don't Care Anymore

  Well you can tell ev'ryone I'm a down disgrace

  Drag my name all over the place.

  I don't care anymore.

  You can tell ev'rybody 'bout the state I'm in

  You won't catch me crying 'cos I just can't win.

  I don't care anymore I don't care anymore

  I don't care what you say

  I don't play the same games you play.

  'Cos I've been talking to the people that you call your friends

  And it seems to me there's a means to and end.

  They don't care anymore.

  And as for me I can sit here and bide my time

  I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind.

  I don't care anymore I don't care no more

  I don't care what you say

  We never played by the same rules anyway.

  I won't be there anymore

  Get out of my way

  Let me by

  I got better things to do with my time

  I don't care anymore I don't care anymore

  I don't care anymore I don't care anymore

  Well, I don't care now what you say

  'Cos ev'ry day I'm feeling fine with myself

  And I don't care now what you say

  Hey I'll do alright by myself

  'Cos I know.

  'Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard

  And you laughed in my face 'cos you held all the cards.

  I don't care anymore.

  And I really ain't bothered what you think of me

  'Cos all I want of you is just a let me be.

  I don't care anymore D'you hear? I don't care no more

  I don't care what you say

  I never did believe you much anyway.

  I won't be there no more

  So get out of my way.

  Let me by

  I got better things to do with my time

  I don't care anymore

  D'you hear? I don't care anymore

  I don't care no more

  You listening? I don't care no more

  No more!

  You know I don't care no more!

  HappyDad
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  Mysterious

  Linkin Park - Numb

  i'm tired of being what you want me to be
  feeling so faithless
  lost under the surface
  i don't know what you're expecting of me
  put under the pressure
  of walking in your shoes
  [caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
  every step that i take is another mistake to you
  
  i've
  become so numb
  i can't feel you there
  become so tired
  so much more aware
  i'm becoming this
  all i want to do
  is be more like me
  and be less like you
  
  can't you see that you're smothering me
  holding too tightly
  afraid to lose control
  cause everything that you thought i would be
  has fallen apart right in front of you
  
  [caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
  every step that i take is another mistake to you
  [caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
  and every second i waste is more than i can take
  
  but i know
  i may end up failing too
  but i know
  you were just like me
  with someone disappointed in you
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  Confession

  "Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot" -Sting

  When you're down and they're counting
  When your secrets all found out
  When your troubles take to mounting
  When the map you have leads you to doubt
  When there's no information
  And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
  Let your soul be your pilot
  Let your soul guide you
  He'll guide you well
  
  When the doctors failed to heal you
  When no medicine chest can make you well
  When no counsel leads to comfort
  When there are no more lies they can tellNo more useless information
  And the compass spins
  The compass spins between heaven and hell
  Let your soul be your pilot
  Let your soul guide you
  He'll guide you well
  
  And your eyes turn towards the window pane
  To the lights upon the hill
  The distance seems so strange to you now
  And the dark room seems so still
  
  Let your pain be my sorrow
  Let your tears be my tears too
  Let your courage be my model
  That the north you find will be true
  When there's no more useless information
  And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
  Let your soul be your pilot
  Let your soul guide you
  Let your soul guide you
  Let your soul guide you upon your way
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  Confession

  OMG, and I played this one over and over too...

  "It's All Understood" -Jack Johnson

  Everyone laughed at her joke
  As if they'd never even heard it before
  And maybe they were truly amused
  But every word that she spoke was a bore
  And maybe it's because they had seen
  The previews on the TV screen
  Well this part is good and that's well understood
  So you should laugh if you know what I mean
  
  But it's all relative
  Even if you don't understand
  Well it's all understood
  Especially when you don't understand
  Then it's all just because
  Even if we don't understand
  Then lets all just believe
  
  Everyone knows what went down
  Because the news was spread all over town
  And fact is only what you believe
  And fact and fiction work as a team
  It's almost always fiction in the end
  That content begins to bend
  When context is never the same
  
  And it's all relative
  Even if we don't understand
  And that's well understood
  Especially when we don't understand
  Then it's all just because
  Even if we don't understand
  Then lets all just believe
  
  I was reading a book
  Or maybe it was a magazine
  Suggestions on where to place faith
  Suggestions on what to believe
  But I read somewhere
  That you've got to beware
  You can't believe anything you read
  But the good Book is good
  And that's well understood
  So don't even question
  If you know what I mean
  But it's all relative
  Even if you don't understand
  Well it's all understood
  Especially when you don't understand
  And it's all just because
  Even if we don't understand
  Then lets all just believe
  
  But there you go once again
  You missed the point and then you point
  Your fingers at me
  And say that I said not to believe
  I believe
  I guess
  I guess it's all relative
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  mama1119

  My Christmas Classics CD really helped :)
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  jwfacts

  I think Crazy by Gnarls Barkley totally sums up the feeling of leaving and why. It sounds like an apostate speaking to a JW friend.

  Gnarls Barkley - Crazy

  I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
  There was something so pleasant about that phase.
  Even your emotions have an echo
  in so much space
  
  And when you're out there
  Without care,
  Yeah, I was out of touch
  But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
  I just knew too much
  Does that make me crazy Does that make me crazy
  Does that make me crazy
  PROBABLY
  
  And I hope that you are having the time of your life
  But think twice
  That's my only advice
  Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are
  Ha ha ha bless your soul
  You really think you're in control
  
  Well, I think you're crazy
  I think you're crazy
  I think you're crazy
  Just like me
  
  My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb And all I remember Is thinking, I want to be like them
  
  Ever since I was little, ever since I was little oh it looked like fun
  And it's no coincidence I've come
  And I can die when I'm done
  But maybe I'm crazy
  Maybe you're crazy
  Maybe we're crazy
  Probably
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  aarque

  "Nobody's gonna break my stride... nobody's gonna slow me down, oh no, I've got to keep a-moving"

  I don't remember the rest of the song or who does it... but that has helped get me through a lot of stuff.
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  IP_SEC

  Lateralus

  Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
  red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
  lets me see.
  As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
  drawn beyond the lines of reason.
  Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

  Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
  Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
  Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

  Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
  red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
  lets me see there is so much more
  and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
  As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
  drawn outside the lines of reason.
  Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

  Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
  Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

  Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
  Reaching out to embrace the random.
  Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

  I embrace my desire to
  feel the rhythm, to feel connected
  enough to step aside and weep like a widow
  to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
  to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
  to swing on the spiral
  of our divinity and still be a human.

  With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
  between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
  I feel it move across my skin.
  I'm reaching up and reaching out,
  I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
  And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
  We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

  Spiral out.
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  Frannie Banannie

  I can't find the song lyrics or title to the song, but the main one that helped is the one that went:

  "This is it. Make no mistake where you are......the waiting is over."

  It kinda seemed like I was having my own personal "arm-a-gettin' " and to top it all off, the theme from "Beverly Hills Cop" sounded to me like a very jazzy shepherd calling me out of the borganization at the time.