The calendar of saints is a traditional Christian method of organizing a liturgical year by associating each day with one or more saints and referring to the feast day of said saint. The system arose from the early Christian custom of annual commemoration of martyrs on the dates of their deaths, or birth into heaven, and is thus referred to in Latin as dies natalis ("day of birth"). In the Eastern Orthodox Church, it is called a Menologion. Menologion may also refer to a set of icons on which saints are depicted along the order of dates of their feasts, often made in two panels.
As the number of recognized saints increased during Late Antiquity and the first half of the Middle Ages, eventually every day of the year had at least one saint who was commemorated on that date. To deal with this increase, some saints were moved to alternate days in some traditions or completely removed, with the result that some saints have different feast days in different calendars. For example, Ss. Perpetua and Felicity died on 7 March, but this date was later assigned to St. Thomas Aquinas, allowing them only a commemoration (see Tridentine Calendar), so in 1908 they were moved one day earlier. When the 1969 reform of the Catholic calendar moved him to 28 January, they were moved back to 7 March (see General Roman Calendar). Both days can thus be said to be their feast day, in different traditions. The Roman Catholic calendars of saints in their various forms, which list those saints celebrated in the entire church, contains only a selection of the saints for each of its days. A fuller list is found in the Roman Martyrology, and some of the saints there may be celebrated locally.
John the Evangelist (יוחנן Standard Hebrew Yoḥanan, Tiberian Hebrew Yôḥānān meaning "Yahweh is gracious", Greek: Εὐαγγελιστής Ἰωάννης) (c. AD 1 - c. 100)[citation needed][dubious – discuss] is the conventional name for the author of the Gospel of John. Traditionally he has been identified with the author of the other Johannine works in the New Testament – the three Epistles of John and the Book of Revelation, written by a John of Patmos – as well as with John the Apostle and the Beloved Disciple mentioned in the Gospel of John. However, at least some of these connections have been debated since about 200.
The Gospel of John refers to an unnamed "Beloved Disciple" of Jesus who bore witness to the gospel's message. The composer of the Gospel of John seemed interested in maintaining the internal anonymity of the author's identity.
The apostle John was a historical figure, one of the "pillars" of the Jerusalem church after Jesus' death. Some scholars believe that John was martyred along with his brother (Acts 12:1-2), although many other scholars doubt this. Harris believes that the tradition that John lived to old age in Ephesus developed in the late 2nd century, although the tradition does appear in the last chapter of the gospel. By the late 2nd century, the tradition was held by most Christians.
Mary Magdalene (original Greek Μαρία ἡ Μαγδαληνή), or Mary of Magdala, was one of Jesus' most celebrated disciples, and the most important female disciple in the movement of Jesus. Jesus cleansed her of "seven demons", [Lu 8:2] [Mk 16:9] sometimes interpreted as referring to complex illnesses. She became Jesus' close friend and most prominent during his last days, being present at the cross after the male disciples (excepting John the Beloved) had fled, and at his burial. She was the first person to see Jesus after his Resurrection, according to both John 20 and Mark 16:9.
Mary Magdalene is considered by the Catholic, Orthodox, Anglican, and Lutheran churches to be a saint, with a feast day of July 22. The Eastern Orthodox churches also commemorate her on the Sunday of the Myrrhbearers.
Consistently in the four Gospels, Mary Magdalene seems to be distinguished from other women named Mary by adding "Magdalene" (η Μαγδαληνή) to her name. Traditionally, this has been interpreted to mean that she was from Magdala, a town thought to have been on the western shore of the Sea of Galilee. Luke 8:2 says that she was actually "called Magdalene." In Hebrew מגדל Migdal means "tower", "fortress"; in Aramaic, "Magdala" means "tower" or "elevated, great, magnificent".
We are quietly secure people
Life has run its course of surprises
We have no need for the big thrill now -
NO RISKS TAKEN HERE
We are strangers to the world of change
We took all our chances so far back
We won't let ambition destroy us
THIS IS THE SOUND OF LIVING DEATH
We have no problems: therein lies our problem
And the air we breathe is cool but there's no oxygen
Life is constant first-class
I get so bored, so fast
And the days that turn to nights turn to days
Turn to spit you in the face
You're outdated
While sedated
We are
Phased out, phased out
We are
Fast Eddie thought he was free
Cutting and conniving, confiding in me, he said
"I've got a fast car that shimmers and shines
My name is know up and down the line!"
He wants that kick-back whiplash living it up
Like those big bad kids that like it rough
I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place, oh yeah
I've got no place to go
I want to ride tonight
As a witness to that war outside
Your hands in mine like the hands of time
Hey man I want to figure it out
I want the goddamn answers and I need them now
"I don't want to put up a fight
I don't want to take your hand tonight!"
I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place
I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place, oh yeah
I've got no place to go
I want to ride tonight
As a witness to that war outside
Your hands in mine like the hands of time
Nostalgia prunes, eats away at his skin
It's like high-noon with no way to win
I'll pull that old rifle right out of the ground
With my new shades on I'm gonna take this town
I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place, oh yeah
I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place, oh yeah
I've got no place to go
I want to ride tonight
As a witness to that war outside
2 years today, I just pulled the blankets off the mirrors for the first time
Surprised at the new lines on my face that remind how I tried to catch an illusion
Hiding from me, hiding from facing the height of what I hope to be
Kept all my eggs in someone else's basket
Thinking they would care enough to not let someone smash it
What's wrong with me, I got this need to give back to a world that keeps me
And if I do just for myself it's like I'm selfish
'Cause I always had this thing about staying grounded and down
And it's not been worth it to share with the people I pick that I sought to prove they care
And I feel like a pussy sayin' shit out loud
But I'm openin' my eyes and I see myself now
I left myself behind
While chasing after dreams I could never find
I lived for all your lives
A machine for you to unplug at any time
I just realized today that I've wasted away
Maybe it's too late - the end has a date - and I'm cramming for the final test
It hasn't been a total mess, I'm just striving for higher
And humility will build me if I confess
Some people do what they chose some people look for every bump in the road
And some pretend and they play a good role
For the people that depend - they all come and go
Wrote half an album in 2 long days as I reflected and tried to take a hard next step
Of a spiritual kind so maybe I can find some sense as I pick apart a burdened mind
So I spread out on the floor all the pieces that I thought were fully formed
I see how much more I've got to go
I reach for a new drug to medicate my soul
I left myself behind
While chasing after dreams I could never find
I lived for all your lives
A machine for you to unplug at any time
Just realized today
I left myself behind
While chasing after dreams I could never find
I lived for all your lives
To forget about the answers I need to find
When I close my eyes
I can see your face
And I want to scream
And I want to chase you out of my dreams
But there is no bed where he used to sleep
And it gets so cold where the one as heat
Now only in dreams
But there's nothing to say
At the end of the day
I'm wasted away
I found necklace that you used to wear
I found a sweater I still smell you there
Now only in dreams
I want to save you anyway I can I'll steal your rings and make these your hands
Yeah only in dreams
But there's nothing to say at the end of the day.
I'm wasted away
Wasted away
I'd rather waste away
I'd rather waste away
Id rather waste away than see you
Only in dreams
But there's nothing to say
At the end of the day
I'm wasting away
Wasting away
I'd rather waste away
I'd rather waste away
Id rather waste away than see you
Only in dreams
Only in dreams
Only in dreams
Only in dreams