Sunday's Comin' (So It's Time To Get Christian)

Now with more cowbell.  Spent Friday evening hammering away at this song, as I'd gotten George to play drums for me, and had to build the rest of the song around them.  He also played a cowbell.  Like, a real cowbell.  From a cow.  Rusty.

  I hit a dinner plate to make kinda the sound of distant church bells.  I a lot of problems with software and keyboards and stuff.  It make me play almost all of the parts fairly angrily.  It shows. It also shows why people who love church (especially church with modern worship music) do not love me:

 Sunday’s Coming

All week long you’ve been with the others

Now it’s time to draw away

It’s time to climb up to that higher ground

Far higher than they

To be lifted up by the grace of God

To a place we hope to stay

Sunday’s coming

So it’s time to git Christian.

Sunday’s coming

So it’s time to git Christian

Remember the calling

Get back on the mission

Black and white thinking

Support our position

Sunday’s coming

So it’s time to git Christian

There are things they do that we won’t do

And don’t we not do them well

We live a life that’ll show any average Joe

How to stay right out of Hell

To lay hold of love and liberty

Christ died to the world to give

Then we cast them both down at his feet

And we’re careful (stop)

 not to love and live.

It’s so key we not be confused with them

Be a bright testimony

So we draw apart choose that better part

How bless’d God made us we

And to swear and chew may be fine for you

But we wouldn’t stoop to that

Quite beneath us

In our special position

Praise God, Praise God, Praise Go-ah-ah-od

He made you, and me, and all of us His children

His grace, His Grace, His grace May we live worthy,

Worthy, worthy, worthy of it

Praise God, Praise God, Praise God for our pastor

He’s the bomb, the bomb, the bo-ah-ah-om

And Praise our church, our church, and praise us all for going

And praise us, praise us,

Praise us all for going...