Not an edit, March 2022. A song from the 1970 album "Zero She Flies" (label: "Collectors' Choice Music", catalogue number CCM-767).
(The art in the video isn't entirely that appropriate, sorry for that.)(Quite difficult to do it right.)
GETHSEMANE, AGAIN
(Alistair Ian Stewart)
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 that all just like Jesus crying in the rain
ain't that 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 that all just like Jesus crying in the rain
ain't that 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 that all just like Jesus crying in the rain
ain't that all just Gethsemane, again
oh I saw'r a blue hair-rinse I saw'r a black tooth
I saw'r 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 that all just like Jesus crying in the rain
ain't that 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 aAt his call
but ain't that all just like Jesus crying in the rain
ain't that all just Gethsemane, again
ain't that all just like Jesus crying in the rain
ain't that all just like Nazareth, again
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