I love Milton Nascimento’s quote: Certain songs I hear. Fit so deep inside me. That asking begs the question: “How was it not me who wrote it?!”
Today’s song is “The Last Christian” [*https://soundcloud.com/vitorkivitz/o-ultimo-cristao] *
The teaching of Jesus only stays new because it has never been tried.
For the last 1800 years it has been far from being put into practice under this name; it would be better not to stain the irreproachable reputation of Christ with the name “Christian.” He deserves that sacrifice from us.
A deliberate and silent mass unconversion.
Miracles are rare where hypocrisy is weed.
My god is the god of the Maya, because the believers’ god is dull
What I preach is mass unconversion from this plague that is religion.
Without the fantasy of nice-guy Jesus, I follow the Crazy Nazarene of the revolution.
Not the saint with the trimmed beard and slick hair — I dig the one accused of being a drunkard, who at the wedding turned water into wine, I’m more for the one who dined at the thief’s house.
The militant of the cause doesn’t use people, women, or envy to destroy his enemies. They don’t root against anyone.
To us money is just common stuff. The “big shot of big shots” here is just another one!
Like the whore who washed Jesus’ feet, we’re nobodies against folkloric believers who are good at judging.
Hypocrites! Catholics! Great at throwing brothers into hell. Idle chatter, gossip. They bought salvation and now want to rent it out to me!!!
ME?!? I’m an old believer with Christian symptoms. Hot-headed. Dependent on Christ’s spirit, so I don’t screw up and try to be a decent man.
I want help to be like the last Christian.