Saturday, January 08, 2005

 

I am a Daughter of Trent Sample #2.

Through extensive research, we’ve found that many traditionalists have a special distaste for “On Eagles’ Wings”. We’re proposing that these Trentulas be given this set of lyrics during this old favorite. (The reference to “purgatory” is, of course, only metaphorical and ironic.)

You who are sitting in a chair or in a pew
Or are standing back there by the door,
Say to the Lord, “God help me, I can’t take this any more!”

And He will drown it out with flapping things,
Unplug the mikes, break guitar strings,
Short out the speakers and the amps
And trip every circuit breaker in the box.

The hook of a show-tune will not stick in your head --
No more Hallmark hymns to fear!
Vacuous sentimentality is what you will not hear.

For He will drown it out with flapping things,
Unplug the mikes, break guitar strings,
Short out the speakers and the amps
And trip every circuit breaker in the box.

You need not fear for Schutte, Haugen or for Hass,
For GIA, For the OCP,
That boomer geezer noise is early purgatory.

Then He will drown it out with flapping things,
Unplug the mikes, break guitar strings,
Short out the speakers and the amps
And trip every circuit breaker in the box.




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