Rehearsing My Choir Lyrics

Song	Rehearsing My Choir
Artist	The Fiery Furnaces
Album	Rehearsing My Choir
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	作曲 : Friedberger
	Rehearsing my choir
	But there was one other man with whom i didn't get along
	The bishop
	Would head down, head down to deerport station
	To see what stars on the silver screen might be seen
	Or broadway stage were all the rage
	With his black leather autograph book
	And his black leather pastoral pumps
	And his pressed black robes
	And his tidy black beard of which he was so proud
	And his hat that stuck out in a crowd
	But there he'd sit
	At his table at the edgewater hotel
	Wearing his ecclesiastical furs
	And lunching with two giggly and none too healthy looking young men
	And in his shirt pocket up close to his heart was his autographed picture of robert mitchum
	Which he no doubt used in an impure way
	And i was at home rehearsing my choir
	On christmas day
	In the afternoon
	I got a call at home
	The bishop was on the phone
	Wanting the choir to go and sing
	On some channel 44 thing
	And i said "out of the question! The rest of the day is for their families!"
	And the bishop became furious
	All that time singing western music
	Christmas carols, backsliding
	And no time to represent the diocese
	But of course he was just upset because he wanted to be on the show
	And he hated women
	And i knew he was angry with me
	But i couldn't worry about it
	I went about my business
	Rehearsing my choir
	Rehearsing my choir (da da da da da da da)
	Again! (da da da da da da da)
	Ugh, altos, out of tune! (da da da da da da da)
	That's not good! (da da da da da da da)
	That sounds horrible
	Next sunday was my late sister's namesday
	La la la And the bishop was coming that day to our church to deliver a sermon
	Which would give me quite a big surprise "Decadence in the church! Betrayal of our traditions! Look up in the shoir loft, for instance, the lady in red Eva! I ban her from receiving communion And remove her as choir director!"
	I couldn't believe my ears
	And the congregation couldn't believe theirs
	And my husband was furious when he was told, as he wasn't there at the time
	And letters were written and phone calls were placed
	And the matter was taken up, and i was granted an audience
	And i sat there nervous and frightened
	When into the room
	Stepped his eminence
	The archbishop
	They had a strange deliberating process at his initiative
	As it was his prerogative alone
	But the hierarch with the tallest hat and longest beard would stand in the middle
	And the prelates with shorter hats and beards radiated out
	With the archbishop in front of them
	And then they began to intone
	And i was left on the other side of the door, alone
	And when they came out, bishop nikolaki was sent to
	San Jose

	zuo qu : Friedberger
	Rehearsing my choir
	But there was one other man with whom i didn' t get along
	The bishop
	Would head down, head down to deerport station
	To see what stars on the silver screen might be seen
	Or broadway stage were all the rage
	With his black leather autograph book
	And his black leather pastoral pumps
	And his pressed black robes
	And his tidy black beard of which he was so proud
	And his hat that stuck out in a crowd
	But there he' d sit
	At his table at the edgewater hotel
	Wearing his ecclesiastical furs
	And lunching with two giggly and none too healthy looking young men
	And in his shirt pocket up close to his heart was his autographed picture of robert mitchum
	Which he no doubt used in an impure way
	And i was at home rehearsing my choir
	On christmas day
	In the afternoon
	I got a call at home
	The bishop was on the phone
	Wanting the choir to go and sing
	On some channel 44 thing
	And i said " out of the question! The rest of the day is for their families!"
	And the bishop became furious
	All that time singing western music
	Christmas carols, backsliding
	And no time to represent the diocese
	But of course he was just upset because he wanted to be on the show
	And he hated women
	And i knew he was angry with me
	But i couldn' t worry about it
	I went about my business
	Rehearsing my choir
	Rehearsing my choir da da da da da da da
	Again! da da da da da da da
	Ugh, altos, out of tune! da da da da da da da
	That' s not good! da da da da da da da
	That sounds horrible
	Next sunday was my late sister' s namesday
	La la la And the bishop was coming that day to our church to deliver a sermon
	Which would give me quite a big surprise " Decadence in the church! Betrayal of our traditions! Look up in the shoir loft, for instance, the lady in red Eva! I ban her from receiving communion And remove her as choir director!"
	I couldn' t believe my ears
	And the congregation couldn' t believe theirs
	And my husband was furious when he was told, as he wasn' t there at the time
	And letters were written and phone calls were placed
	And the matter was taken up, and i was granted an audience
	And i sat there nervous and frightened
	When into the room
	Stepped his eminence
	The archbishop
	They had a strange deliberating process at his initiative
	As it was his prerogative alone
	But the hierarch with the tallest hat and longest beard would stand in the middle
	And the prelates with shorter hats and beards radiated out
	With the archbishop in front of them
	And then they began to intone
	And i was left on the other side of the door, alone
	And when they came out, bishop nikolaki was sent to
	San Jose

	zuò qǔ : Friedberger
	Rehearsing my choir
	But there was one other man with whom i didn' t get along
	The bishop
	Would head down, head down to deerport station
	To see what stars on the silver screen might be seen
	Or broadway stage were all the rage
	With his black leather autograph book
	And his black leather pastoral pumps
	And his pressed black robes
	And his tidy black beard of which he was so proud
	And his hat that stuck out in a crowd
	But there he' d sit
	At his table at the edgewater hotel
	Wearing his ecclesiastical furs
	And lunching with two giggly and none too healthy looking young men
	And in his shirt pocket up close to his heart was his autographed picture of robert mitchum
	Which he no doubt used in an impure way
	And i was at home rehearsing my choir
	On christmas day
	In the afternoon
	I got a call at home
	The bishop was on the phone
	Wanting the choir to go and sing
	On some channel 44 thing
	And i said " out of the question! The rest of the day is for their families!"
	And the bishop became furious
	All that time singing western music
	Christmas carols, backsliding
	And no time to represent the diocese
	But of course he was just upset because he wanted to be on the show
	And he hated women
	And i knew he was angry with me
	But i couldn' t worry about it
	I went about my business
	Rehearsing my choir
	Rehearsing my choir da da da da da da da
	Again! da da da da da da da
	Ugh, altos, out of tune! da da da da da da da
	That' s not good! da da da da da da da
	That sounds horrible
	Next sunday was my late sister' s namesday
	La la la And the bishop was coming that day to our church to deliver a sermon
	Which would give me quite a big surprise " Decadence in the church! Betrayal of our traditions! Look up in the shoir loft, for instance, the lady in red Eva! I ban her from receiving communion And remove her as choir director!"
	I couldn' t believe my ears
	And the congregation couldn' t believe theirs
	And my husband was furious when he was told, as he wasn' t there at the time
	And letters were written and phone calls were placed
	And the matter was taken up, and i was granted an audience
	And i sat there nervous and frightened
	When into the room
	Stepped his eminence
	The archbishop
	They had a strange deliberating process at his initiative
	As it was his prerogative alone
	But the hierarch with the tallest hat and longest beard would stand in the middle
	And the prelates with shorter hats and beards radiated out
	With the archbishop in front of them
	And then they began to intone
	And i was left on the other side of the door, alone
	And when they came out, bishop nikolaki was sent to
	San Jose

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