Friday, 31 July 2009

Is There Life in Church?

Sincere apologies yet again to David Bowie.

Is there life in Church?

It's a God-awful small affair,
In the Church of once liberal heir,
But the Bishop is yelling, "No!"
And Archbishop has nowhere to go.
But past friends are nowhere to be seen,
Now he talks in his sunken dream
To the crowd with Catholic views:
And he hears evangelicals;
But the lot are a saddening bore,
'Cause he's heard it ten times or more,
He could preach to the eyes of fools,
As they ask him to focus on:

Gay men fucking in the bedroom.
Bishops! Look at those gay men go:
It's the Puritans' show.
Take a look at the Churchmen
Beating up the wrong guys.
Bishops! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's at the ethical low:
Is there life in Church?

It's on Anglicans' tortured minds:
This Archbishop has turned all around;
Now the clergy are stuck for claims
'Cause theology's sold again.
See his books once in millions sold,
From St Ives to the Shetland Isles.
Anglican Church falls into hate
To lesbians, gay men, and straight.
But new texts are a saddening bore,
'Cause he writes these ten times or more;
It's about to be writ again,
As they ask him to focus on:

Gay men fucking in the bedroom.
Bishops! Look at those gay men go:
It's the Puritans' show.
Take a look at the Churchmen
Beating up the wrong guys.
Bishops! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's at the ethical low:
Is there life in Church?


Christ-Man

Didn't see the time and rushed off to evensong.
I leaned back on my pew, you know;
Some preacher saying, "Out with gays, and lesbians too," he said.

Archbishop's sound did seem to fade,
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase.
(That never was this man, that's a hazy present phase.)

There's a Christ-Man waiting in the sky,
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds.
There's a Christ man waiting in the sky,
He told them not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's not worthwhile.
He says:
Let the churchmen lose it,
Let the pews ignore it,
Just get on - with faith.

He had to preach somehow, so he picked on us
Hey, that's far out, so we heard the same!
Switch on the TV - qualifies for satellite.

But the real presence has a different light:
Shining and sparkling and he may land tonight.
Don't tell your bishop or he'll have us locked in - fright!

There's a Christ-Man waiting in the sky,
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds.
There's a Christ man waiting in the sky,
He told them not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's not worthwhile.
He says:
Let the churchmen lose it,
Let the pews ignore it,
Just get up - in hope.

Christ-Man coming from the sky,
He will come down and meet us
But he knows he'll blow our minds.
There's a Christ man coming from the sky,
He knew they would just blow it
Cause he knows it's not worthwhile.
He says:
Let the churchmen lose it,
Let the pews ignore it,
Just go out - and love.

4 comments:

Brad said...

Separate church and state. This is pathetic.

Erika Baker said...

These are very good, thank you.

hugh said...

Fantastic !

Grandmère Mimi said...

Mon, you're on a roll.