Scribblings & Photos by Damian Oxborough @ finishmysong.com
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
The Bastard in the Shed
Do not weep over your Daddy
'Cause he'll always be in that place
More pure and holy than any
Where angels gather
Filling the air
With the most beautiful of part-song
So even the thornbird stops its search
To listen,
And look enchanted
At he in the centre of a blinding light,
Watching over us all
And caring for all our brothers.
Maybe you've landed on Venus
But where is our share of the love,
All glorious and good?
Sent 3rd class parcel force
By the lord himself
Or perhaps sweet Mary isn't telling
All she knows about his greatness,
So considerately allowing
Freedom of choice and action,
Mostly, at least.
'Cause he'll always be in that place
More pure and holy than any
Where angels gather
Filling the air
With the most beautiful of part-song
So even the thornbird stops its search
To listen,
And look enchanted
At he in the centre of a blinding light,
Watching over us all
And caring for all our brothers.
Maybe you've landed on Venus
But where is our share of the love,
All glorious and good?
Sent 3rd class parcel force
By the lord himself
Or perhaps sweet Mary isn't telling
All she knows about his greatness,
So considerately allowing
Freedom of choice and action,
Mostly, at least.
