The bottles are done
We’ve killed each one
The table’s full and overflowed
And the corner sign
Says it’s closing time
So I’ll bid farewell and be down the road.
Followed by Brel’s J’Arrive:
Coming! I’m coming
But oh how I would have liked
To one more time drag my bones
To the sun. Until summer
Until tomorrow, until next spring
Coming! I’m coming
But oh how I would have liked
To one more time see if the river
Is still a river, see if the harbour
Is still a harbour, still see myself there
Coming! I’m coming
But why me? Why now?
Why so soon and where to?
Coming! Of course I’m coming
Have I ever done anything else but come?
Strange. Looking through all the past posts, there’s one from a poster who has since changed his name, but his OLD screen-name is attributed. I thought that when you changed usernames, all your previous posts got changed too (with exceptions for where you have been quoted).
Personally I’d like Siniestro Total’s “Quiénes somos, de dónde venimos, a dónde vamos” (who are we, where do we come from, where are we going), preferably followed by the same punk band’s “somos Siniestro Total” (we are Siniestro Total/we are a total wreck), but I doubt whomever is officiating would be willing.
So it’ll have to be Simon and Garfunkel’s Lord’s Prayer (to the tune of The Sound of Silence). The multiple levels of irony escape most of the people who sing it.
Like any good Episcopalian, I’m not allowing anyone to leave before the entire congregation sings all eight stanzas of For All the Saints. (#287 in the Hymnal 1982 found in your pew.)
