O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden,
Voll Schmerz und voller Hohn,
O Haupt, zum Spott gebunden
Mit einer Dornenkron;
O Haupt, sonst schön gezieret
Mit höchster Ehr' und Zier,
Jetzt aber höchst schimpfieret:
Gegrüßet sei'st du mir!

Du edles Angesichte,
Davor sonst schrickt und scheut
Das große Weltgewichte,
Wie bist du so bespeit!
Wie bist du so erbleichet!
Wer hat dein Augenlicht,
Dem sonst kein Licht nicht gleichet,
So schändlich zugericht't?

Die Farbe deiner Wangen,
Der roten Lippen Pracht
Ist hin und ganz vergangen;
Des blaßen Todes Macht
Hat alles hingenommen,
Hat alles hingerafft,
Und daher bist du kommen
Von deines Leibes Kraft.

Nun, was du, Herr, erduldet,
Ist alles meine Last;
Ich hab' es selbst verschuldet,
Was du getragen hast.
Schau her, hier steh' ich Armer,
Der Zorn verdienet hat;
Gib mir, o mein Erbarmer,
Den Anblick deiner Gnad!

Erkenne mich, mein Hüter,
Mein Hirte, nimm mich an!
Von dir, Quell aller Güter,
Ist mir viel Gut's getan.
Dein Mund hat mich gelabet
Mit Milch und süßer Kost;
Dein Geist hat mich begabet
Mit mancher Himmelslust.

Ich will hier bei dir stehen,
Verachte mich doch nicht!
Von dir will ich nicht gehen,
Wenn dir dein Herze bricht;
Wenn dein Haupt wird erblaßen
Im letzten Todesstoß,
Alsdann will ich dich faßen
In meinen Arm und Schoß.

Es dient zu meinen Freuden
Und kommt mir herzlich wohl,
Wenn ich in deinem Leiden,
Mein Heil, mich finden soll.
Ach, möcht' ich, o mein Leben,
An deinem Kreuze hier
Mein Leben von mir geben,
Wie wohl geschähe mir!

Ich danke dir von Herzen,
O Jesu, liebster Freund,
Für deines Todes Schmerzen,
Da du's so gut gemeint.
Ach gib, daß ich mich halte
Zu dir und deiner Treu'
Und, wenn ich nun erkalte,
In dir mein Ende sei!

Wenn ich einmal soll scheiden,
So scheide nicht von mir;
Wenn ich den Tod soll leiden,
So tritt du dann herfür;
Wenn mir am allerbängsten
Wird um das Herze sein,
So reiß mich aus den Ängsten
Kraft deiner Angst und Pein!

Erscheine mir zum Schilde,
Zum Trost in meinem Tod,
Und laß mich sehn dein Bilde
In deiner Kreuzesnot!
Da will ich nach dir blicken,
Da will ich glaubensvoll
Dich fest an mein Herz drücken.
Wer so stribt, der stirbt wohl.

So I have had this idea of just giving titles to my entries that have nothing to do with I am planning on writing about, but then I selected this title because of something that has been bothering me something fierce today.  No, I don't itch.  What has been happening to me lately is that do you know how you get a song stuck in your head and it stays there all day?  Like when I was in high school I would have my stereo playing before school and the last song that was on when I shut it down stuck in my head the rest of the day.  I wish that was happening to me these days.  What is getting stuck in my head are commercials and specifically one.  The last two days when I left the house in the morning the same commercial was playing on the TV.  It was about some sort of anti-feminine itch cream.  What the fuck!  I don't know why it runs through my head.  "Ladies, do you ever get that itch that you just can't scratch in public?"  Every time that pops into my head the commercial is replaced by the image of Roseanne Barr singing the National Anthem before the San Diego Padres game back in the 90s.  I think I have problems.

I just had to include this song:

Did anyone catch South Park last night?  I thought the episode was great.  It mocked medical marijuana, that douche bag Jamie Oliver, fast food, and that whole viral video about little kids performing Scarface.  Oh and maybe the question I should be asking instead of feminine itching is if ladies really do enjoy huge balls.....watch the episode, you'll know what I am talking about.

So I am really jonesing for a Celebrity Round-Up...did you get the feeling that Jesse James called up Tiger Woods and said, "Let me take it over from here."  Seriously, that dude is nasty but then I look at the first woman who is claiming to have had an affair with him.  She probably wanted James to be the first man to inject something in her that didn't shoot ink.  Ricky Martin announced that he was gay.  Like we didn't see that one coming because afterall he was in a band called Menudo.  Break it down...MEN-U-DO.  Anna Paquin said she is bisexual.  I guess this means I am going to have to make an announcement eventually.  I am jealous of Justin Bieber but then I am anxious to see what a voice change will do to his singing career.  I hate Kate Gosslein.  I REALLY HATE KATE GOSSLEIN!  Let's see...I had more to say but I forgot.  See this is why I hate having to do this at the library.  I don't want to make it too funny or I might laugh and scare off the Amish. 

Speaking of Amish, there is a young mother here with her 3 children and then mother applied for a library card.  She is only 18.  That dress she is wearing...mmmmm...it shows of a tiny bit of ankle. 

I need to write a post on here describing my family in Illinois.  People, you can't make that shit up.  I got physically sick after hearing some of their antics and I have a high tolerance (just look at my title).