“smells and bells and pretty pictures,
of man-made baubbles which crack under pressure’
and tarnish in the light of the Son.”
I’m working on the melody line for these lyrics and will have them ready for opening night.
I should tell you I was kicked out of the last chorus I sang in. The chorus leader looked perturbed, slowly walked among 300 singers, finally stopped at me and bellowed,
"YOU! OUT!!!"
300.