GETHSEMANE AGAIN...
In Gloucester Cathedral, on Saturday night I came to your flower show, blown like a kite...And I stood by the tombstones, and gazed at the lights On the altar...And the horse-faced old ladies and tweedy-toned men Of county society they came and they went ...With pamphlets and leaflets of Christian events For the fall...But ain't it all just like Jesus...Crying in the rain?...Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?...Oh the half-a-crown programmes on sale at the door...Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor...As they swayed in an undertone conscience-free Forward together...And the outstretching hands of the swains of the Lord...Sold the communing commuters the word...With LPs of Mary and photos of God In the hall...But ain't it all just like Jesus...Crying in the rain?...Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?...Oh the flowers hushed the air as the columns advanced...To the clinking of coins in a ritual dance...On flagstones that ached for a chance of a chance Of escaping...And the mystical statues looked down so depressed...At the endless possessors becoming possessed...And the costumed confessors who never confessed...To the wall...But ain't it all just like Jesus...Crying in the rain?...Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?...Oh I saw a blue hair-rinse, I saw a black tooth..I saw a false face in a telephone booth...And the stark white-faced roses that screamed out the truth Of their dying...And a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's love...Absorbed like a hand in a great rubber glove...And flown like a flag over battlefields...Factories and all...Ain't it all just like Jesus...Crying in the rain?...Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?...Oh I dodged the collection box choirboy and out...To the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shout...And the dusty-faced daisies were blowing about So freely...And Christ in the ruins was wandering again...As he walked with the beggars and talked to the lame...And danced with the children and sailors who came At his call...But ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain?...Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?...Ain't it all just like Jesus...Crying in the rain?.............Ain't it all just Nazareth again?...>AL STEWART>...how very true...
posted by gypsy noir at 9/19/2006
20 Comments:
Ah, Gypsy - I see you're back, and with a mighty powerful post. Do I need to find out more about Al Stewart?
Actually, it was your previous post and its associated comments I saw first - I was reminded of the Alan Bennett sketch where he is dictating a telegram. "I know knickers is spelt with a K - I was at Oxford; it was one of the first things they taught us."
Hi Gypsy,
So glad to hear that you're back! That is one deep post, girlie.
yes check out al stewart...powerful message it is...love jesus..hate religion...love...kindness ..peace...universal truth...its the spirit with-in that makes us what we are..here endeth the sermon...lol...
Hey Gypsy, my sentiments exactly, and words and music by one of my musical heroes. I ate drank and slept Al Stewart when I was a student, and still love his music....just ashamed to say I no longer have any of his albums. They got lost along the way during my international roaming. Must replace! He is such a poet and these lyrics in particular are very apt right now...
val i had to look twice there ..i thought you said you 'slept' with AL stewart...lol...or maybe you did ..hmmm....
Gypsy, I'm not that familiar with Al Stewart...you mentioned you were listening to him yesterday.
...that is my message as well.
Religion has lost itself, no matter what the belief.
Val!
You slept with Al Stewart??
By, from, around, beyond, but definitely not with!! LOL Dale and Gypsy...your prepositions have got re-positioned..;-)
Dale, Al stewart is definitely worth listening to even if not sleeping with! His most famous album was Year of the Cat, but all his music is great...a singer songwriter/poet of note...sorry Gypsy...oops, I butted in here...
...so now we're being propositioned?
propostioned??..where??...who......show me the money....val butt away i dont mind..my fave tracks are ..small fruit song..gethsemane..and burbling..
propositioned... prepositioned... repositioned... assume the position... so what's your postion on this?
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sitting on a chair at the mo...
i dont know i put a post up sticking up for jesus and exposing religion for what it is...and what happens we end up talking about..arses hanging out of ripped jeans...vals dalliance with al stewart..prostitution and sexual positions...oh and knickers...NO ONE EVER TAKES ME SERIOUS!...>action<..sits on floor and sulks till someone says..."of course we take you serious gypsy"...whilst suppressing a grin...humph!!!!!!...
Nice post. When I saw the title, I immediately thought of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Jesus Christ Superstar. One of my favourite tracks from it is Gethsemane. Like Al Stewart, but am only really familiar with the Cat stuff from the 70s
Yes I do remember Year of the Cat!
Yes I do take you seriously Gypsy!
Yes I did rip the arse out of my jeans!
Yes! Yes! Yes! ...er...umm...got a bit carried away there.
wow gypsy.. id never heard this song before.. all i knew of al stewart was *the year of the cat*...
i used to follow a religion.. i left it.. completely disenchanted if not outrightly enraged.. after that i found a relationship with the man who "walked with the beggars and talked to the lame...And danced with the children and sailors who came At his call".. powerful stuff
~Lace~
not a big fan of the more commercial al stewart stuff..year of the cat not one of my faves..
your very lucky lace..he sounds like a dear..
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