OPENER

© 1992 LIMB RECORDS/LOST AND FOUND, BOX 305 LEWISTON, NY, 14092. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

I WENT TO MY CHURCH ON SUNDAY, JUST TO HEAR GOOD NEWS. AND I CONFESS IT'S BEEN YEARS MORE OR LESS SINCE I'VE WARMED THESE PEWS. I AM LOOKING FOR SOMETHING STRONGER THAN MY OWN LIFE THESE DAYS BUT THE CHURCH OF MY CHILDHOOD SEEMS LIKE THE YMCA.

EVERY SUNDAY IS JUST LIKE THE LAST, AS IF THE CHURCH HAS NO HISTORY AND THE PEOPLE HAVE NO PAST. WE JUST SING THE SONGS WE LIKE TO SING AND WE PREACH ABOUT THE NEWS AND WE THINK UP SOME NEW THING JUST TO FILL UP THE PEWS.

I WANT PALMS ON PALM SUNDAY, I WANT PENTECOST STILL TO BE RED, I WANT TO DRINK OF THE WINE AND EAT OF THE BREAD. BUT THEY STRIVE FOR ATTENDANCE WHILE I STARVE FOR TRANSCENDENCE, BUT I COUNT AMONG THIS BODY BOTH THE LIVING AND THE DEAD.

WHETHER ITS GUITARS AND AMPS AND VIDEO SCREENS AND CORDLESS MICS, OR INCENSE AND ROBES AND COPES AND CANDLE LIGHT. LET'S STOP ALL THE FIGHTING OVER WORDS AND WAYS AND TELL ABOUT JESUS LIKE IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS.