Anglican Oddity and Anglican Ashes

Sincere Apologies to David Bowie

Anglican Oddity

"Archbishop to Bishop Tom,
Archbishop to Bishop Tom:
Take your prozac pills and put your mitre on.

Archbishop to Bishop Tom,
Commencing countdown, all in line...
Check readiness and may God's love be with you!"

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
Four, Three, Two, One. Process!"

"This is Archbishop to Bishop Tom:
You're seated on your throne
(And the Church Times wants to know the garb you wear),
Now it's time to preach my gospel if you care."

"This is Bishop Tom to Archbishop:
I'm rising up to preach,
And I'm walking in a most peculiar way,
And the folks seem very different today.

For now
Am I standing in a wood box,
Far above the ground;
So many are dismayed,
That there's nothing more to say.

Though I'm past my making any sense,
I still sound very shrill,
Saying the Archbishop knows no way to go,
Telling you now: its over, you know."

Archbishop to Bishop Tom,
"My head's gone dead, there's something wrong:
Can I hear you, Bishop Tom?
Can I hear you, Bishop Tom?
Can I hear you, anyone?
Can I....

Here am I, this wrecked Communion.
Canterbury based:
All has gone so blue,
And there's no more I can do."


Anglican Ashes

Do you remember a guy that's been
Once a theologian?
I've heard some rumours from Anglicans...
Oh no, don't say it's true.

He got a message from friend Bishop Tom,
"I'm not happy, you're not happy too,
I've said all I'm able to say:
Sordid details following."

The shrieking of Cov'nant is killing:
Just tensions of Churches in synthetic forcing,
And Catholic reasons and that Protestant scare:
The Episcopal's slick, and Communion's dying.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dusty,
The Archbishop is now sunk and,
Strung out in heaven's high:
Hitting an all-time low.

"Tom, you know, I tell myself,
'I'll stay clear tonight,'
But the little brain things keep following me:
'Oh no, not again!'
I'm stuck with a tortured mind.
Not happy, you're not happy too -
One flash of thought but still unclarity.

I once wrote some good tomes,
I now write no good things,
I never wrote anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh.
Using pens to break the Church,
Gonna break it right now."

Ashes to ashes, dust to dusty,
The Archbishop is now sunk and,
Strung out in heaven's high:
Hitting an all-time low.

"My own wife said to get things done,
You'd better not talk with Bishop Tom.
My own wife said to get things done,
You'd better not write with Bishop Tom.
My own wife said to get things done,
You'd better not read with Bishop Tom.
My own wife said to get things done,
You'd better not mess with Bishop Tom."