Send forth a smell! And sing a song of praise! Send forth a smell! And sing a song of praise! Play your harp for the Ancient of Days (The smell is probably frankincense) O, can it be wrong to pray on trivialities? O, can it be wrong to prey on small animals? Can it be wrong to pray on the toilet? Pray constantly! It's difficult to spoil it. Send forth a smell! Flourish as a lily! Ring out the bell! And flourish as a lily! Pray constantly! Not to would be silly (I am as filled as the moon is full) Have I the right to consecrate a dish? Who am I to bless when someone says a-tish? You know I think I'd better get a hanky, Heck, one can even pray inside a fish! Send forth a smell! Though troubles may be deep Ring out the bell! Through troubles may be deep! At his commandment waters stood as in a heap! (The words of his mouth the receptacle) Life's not always joyful with elation I stood up an cried to all the congregation I am brother to dragons, A companion to an ostrich! My harp is turned to mourning, But to sin I'm not a hostage My soul it grieves, And my bowels they are boiled My bones are burnt with heat, So I'm running out of oil But my voice, it was heard From the belly of hell! I'll be glad to make a little smell! Send forth a smell! When the troubles you have toured Ring that bell! O, pilgrimage to Lourdes Don't be angry, Jonah, with a gourd (...and also much cattle)

And Melchizedek, king of Salem Brought forth bread and wine And he was the priest of the Most High GOD! And said Blessed be the Most High God (Which hath delivered the enemies into thine hand) And Abram gave him Tithes of all CHORUS Oh, oh, oh, oh, Melchizedek, Melchizedek, Melchizedek! Thou art a priest forever after the order of Melchizedek Melchizedek, king of Salem Priest of the Most High God Who met Abraham returning from the Slaughter of the kings To whom Abraham gave a tenth part of all King of righteousness and Salem Which is, King of Peace [Melchizedek] CHORUS Levi was in the loins of his father When he met Melchizedek! Levi was in the loins of his father When Melchizedek met him And as I may so say, Levi Who received tithes paid tithes through A - bra - ham (for he was) Yet in the loins of his father When Melchizedek met him. CHORUS Those priests were made without an oath But this is an oath by him that said: The Lord swear and will not repent Thou art a priest forever, etcetera. By so much was Jesus made A surety of a Better commandment Thou art a priest forever after the order of Melchizedek CHORUS After the similitude Of Melchizedek There ariseth up another priest Who is made Not after law of Carnal Commandment But after the power of eternal life For he testifieth! Thou art a priest forever After the order of Melchizedek! CHORUS to end

And, behold, one came and said unto him, Good Master, what good thing Shall I do? That I may have Eternal life (I didn't know, so I came to you) (and He said) WHY callest THOU me good? Why CALLEST thou me GOOD? Why callest THOU me good? Why CALLest thou me GOOD? Why callest THOU me good? None is good, Save one, That is, God. (but since you ask,) Thou shalt do no murder, Thou shalt not commit adultery, not steal, not bear false witness, Honour mother and father, obviously and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. And The young man saith unto him, I've kept these things from my youth up What lack I yet, good Master? And, Jesus said to him, o: CHORUS Jesus heard these things And he said unto him Yet lackest thou one thing! Yet lackest thou one thing! Sell all that thou hast Distribute unto the poor And thou shalt have treasure in Heaven Come on, follow me! When he heard this, he was sorrowful O, very very sorrowful O, very very very very very very very very He was very rich, So he was very very sorrowful Come and follow me! Yet lackest thou one thing! But when the young man heard that saying, he went away! Sorrowful, sorrowful, very, very sorrowful For he had great possessions. Oh! They were splendid! But very, very sorrowful! ! and very sorrowful Very, very, very, very, Also, he was rich! Jesus saw that he was sorrowful, Very, very sorrowful Matthew nineteen! Luke eighteen! The young man went away

1. Paul before Agrippa If I have been an offender I refuse not to die. But if there's none of these things With which these accuse me, Unto caesar go I! Festus conferred with the council It seemed that the answer was no Hast thou appealed unto Caesar? To Caesar shalt thou go. Paul stretched forth the hand, and Answered for himself: he says "I think myself happy Agrippa To speak for myself this day. I know thee to be an expert In all questions concerning the Jews I beseech thee to hear me patiently - What follows is no news, for – CHORUS 2. Saul and the Church My manner my life from youth Any man shall tell thee Was the straitest of sects of our religion I lived a pharisee By whom I stand accused, now, For truth of all I've said. Why should it be thought a thing incredible That God should raise the dead? I thought to do things contrary To Jesus, Nazarene I placed the saints in prison, Compelled them to blaspheme. I gave my voice against them When they were put to death I persecuted many - Oh, must I waste my breath – Agrippa, CHORUS 3. The Road to Damascus So then I went to Damascus With commissioned authority But in the way, a light from Heaven Shined round about-a me. I fell to Earth, and heard a voice 'Why persecutest thou, Saul?' It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks' It was the Lord of All. I am Jesus, whom thou persecutest, But rise up on thy feet. I have appeared unto thee for a purpose There are things you must complete. You must minister and witness, To the things that thou hast seen Be a light to the gentiles" You must have heard what I mean, Agrippa: CHORUS 4. Paul's commission Having obtained the help of God I continue to this day, Saying none other things but the prophets and Moses, Who spoke about the way. That Christ should suffer, and be the first That should rise up from the dead Agrippa, Festus, you have heard These things that I have said, I am not mad, most noble Festus, But speak for truth and soberness Agrippa, believest thou the prophets? I know that thou believest. "Almost thou persuadest me, To be a Christian," and what remains? I would that not only thou, But all these here would be Almost and altogether as I - except these chains. CHORUS

The sons of the prophets, They said to Elisha The place that we live is too Straight for us Let us go to the Jordan All carrying beams If we hurry, we might take the Omnibus Elisha answered, go on then Then he put up his feet and dismembered a hen They asked, aren't you coming, you imperfect hearer? It seems our suggestion might have been clearer Yo-ho-ho! Suggestion might have been clearer! They turned up at Jordan They cut down weed But calamity struck one While felling a beam. The axe-head fell into the water - he cried 'Twasn't mine - it was borrowed - now sleeps with the bream. The man of God, he said where fell it? They showed him the place, and he threw in a stick. He threw it in thither, the iron did swim! Fella said, well I never, as he gave it to him. Yo-ho-ho! He made the iron to swim! Elisha met Elijah once He's somebody else, though The names are alike. He asked to receive Double portion of sprit. "Thou hast asked a hard thing, But I guess, if you like." They were parted asunder by chariot of fire Which is how major prophets are prone to retire Elisha took up his mantle and smote The waters, which parted, so that's what they wrote. Yo-ho-ho! A mantle is somebody's coat.

And this is the record of John, when the Jews sent priests and Levites from Gerusalem from Gerusalem to ask him, Who art thou? And he confessed, and denied not; but confessed, I am not the Christ. And they asked him, What then? And they asked him, What then? And they asked him who art thou? Art thou Elias? And he saith, I am not. Art thou that prophet? And he answered, No. When they came forth from Gerusalem, John Baptist told them so. Then said they unto him, Who art thou? Who art thou? that we may give an answer To them that sent us What says thou of thyself He said I am the voice Of one crying in the WILDERNESS Make straight the way of the Lord, As said the prophet Esaias If ye can hear my word They which were sent were of the Pharisees. And they asked him, and said unto him, Why baptizest thou then, if thou be not that Christ, nor Elias, neither prophet? John answered them, saying, I baptise with water: but there standeth one among you, whom ye know not; whom ye know not; (This is the record of John) (whistling) He it is, who coming after me Is preferred before me The latchets of whose shoes I am not worthy to unloose These things were done in Bethabara beyond Jordan, where John was baptizing. And this is the record of John This is the record of John, also the end of this song John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins If it's good enough for J the B, it's good enough for me and his meat was locusts and wild honey, he came neither eating nor drinking If it's good enough for J the B, it's good enough for me Herod sent, and beheaded John in the prison (which is where he was living at the time) If it's good enough for J the B, it's good enough for me John saw a spirit descending like a dove. Also, he was bearded. If it's good enough for J the B, it's good enough for me

To the angel of the church in Laodicea: These are the words of the A-amen The beginning of the creation of God, Faithful witness, A-men Thou art neither cold nor hot Hardly North, hardly South, so Because thou art so luke-warm only I will spit thee out of my mouth. Because thou sayest, I am rich I need nothing, You'll wind up naked. Y'neither sommat nor nowt Yes nor no If you won't warm up You'll never make it. Oh, it's getting so lukewarm in here That it's gotta be the church of Laodicea I stand at the door and knock If you hear my voice, open the door I stand at the door and knock If you open it I'll eat with you - for dinner!

I send you the prophets, wise men and scribes For some of them ye shall kill and crucify And some ye shall scourge in your synagogue Persecute them from city to city That upon you should come all the righteous blood That is shed on this earth. O psalm! O psalter! From the blood of Abel to the blood of Zechariah Who you slew between temple and the altar How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow! how is she become tributary! that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks. CHORUS O Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Thou that killest the prophets sent for the nations Verily I say to you All these things shall come on this generation. He hath abhorred this sanctuary With great lamentation The ways of Zion do mourn, None come to the solemn feasts: her priests sigh, her virgins are afflicted. all her gates are desolate: The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them. How is the gold become dim! how is the most fine gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out in the top of every street. Our inheritance is turned to strangers, Our mothers are widows, we are orphans and fatherless the daughter of my people is become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness. Thou hast made us offscouring and refuse in the midst of the people. My children are desolate because The enemy hath prevailed The lord hath commanded Concerning Jacob That his enemies should be round about him There is none to comfort Jerusalem She is as a menstruous woman among them Thou hast kindled a fire in Zion, It hath devoured the foundations Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission. For these things I weep; mine eye runneth down with water, the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: The joy of my heart is ceased Our dance is turned to mourning The crown is fallen from our head Thou art very wroth with us The Mount of Zion, rejected Foxes walk upon it The crown is fallen from our head Thou hast utterly rejected us CHORUS We have transgressed and have rebelled: thou hast not pardoned. Thou hast covered with anger, and persecuted thou hast slain, thou hast not pitied. Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud, that our prayer should not pass through. Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud, that our prayer should not pass through.

Cucumbers! We miss our cucumbers! We miss all those cucumbers that we had when we were slaves Give us some cucumbers Juicy cucumbers Then we'll know you're the God who saves Loss of fish and onion And melon and leeks Troubles me, I've had no cucumbers In forty-seven weeks I knew there was a reason That I ate them when in season But all we get is Manna It can hardly be called treason That I miss the lemon, garlick, fish And onion - I can't cook a dish Like Chicken Kiev With the ingredients we have. So bring us the cucumber That each of us seeks, LORD. Give us cucumbers Delicious cucumbers Like the cucumbers we ate when we were slaves Just some big cucumbers Juicy cucumbers Then we'll know you're the God who saves Then Moses heard the people weep throughout their families, every man in the door of his tent: and the anger of the LORD was kindled greatly; Moses also was displeased. when they said: Give us Cucumbers! We miss our cucumbers! We miss all those cucumbers that we had when we were slaves Just some big cucumbers Juicy cucumbers Then we'll know you're the God who saves And there went forth a wind from the LORD And brought quails from the sea Let 'em fall round the camp, A day's journey either side Two cubits high! Quails piled two cubits high! Upon the face of the Earth! Cucumbers! We miss our cucumbers! We miss all those cucumbers that we had when we were slaves Just some big cucumbers Juicy cucumbers Then we'll know you're the God who saves So many quails in our fridges I could not believe my eyes We made Quail broth and quail flan And quail surprise From the greatest to the least We sat to take a quail feast Of quails fat and aromatic And recently deceased But as we took a bite of them We lost all our delight of them There spread an epidemic Which was quaily and systemic In the whole book of numbers, nothing so encumbers a love of cucumbers As when your family dies And they called the name of that place Kibrothhattaavah Because there they buried the dead In their cucumber lust And they called the name of that place Kibrothhattaavah Because they buried the people in the dust Cucumbers! We miss our cucumbers! We miss all those cucumbers that we had when we were slaves Just some big cucumbers Juicy cucumbers Then we'll know you're the God who saves

Then I turned, and lifted up mine eyes And looked and beheld a flying roll And he said into me, what seest thou? And I answered, I see a flying roll Twenny cubits across, ten cubits broad That flying roll is from the LORD Whose virtues I will oft extol, But look! I see a flying roll He said to me, this is a curse That goeth forth o'er all the Earth He that stealeth will be cut off this side And he that sweareth will divide As in old Peleg's time the Earth Divided, though for what it's worth We don't know what 'twas like when whole But look! I see a flying roll! I looked and beheld two women And the wind was in their wings And I looked to the angel and asked him whither A-do those women bear the Ephah To build a house, a Babel base Establishing there a great disgrace In Shinar, there with what they stole And this, beneath the Flying Roll! And I looked and beheld four chariots Red, black and white horses, grizzled and bay horses So, I said to the Angel, 'why the big 'orse? Four spirits of Heaven, a-all goin' forth The bay one went out, and sought to go All across the Earth and a to and a fro To quieten spirits, chill the soul! Of each beneath the flying roll! Behold the man who is THE BRANCH Who'll grow to build THE LORD a ranch A glorious temple shall He hone And be a priest upon the throne Earth and Heaven's binding cord A council of peace 'twixt He and the LORD And though Atonement is their goal, Let's not forget the flying roll! They that are far off shall Come and build the temple You shall know the LORD OF HOSTS has sent me unto You to say this is the BRANCH The man who is the O and A and A and O and O and A and O and A and A and O and O and A and O Who gave the sweet and bitter scroll That John on Patmos must eat whole a Covenant that's Quicker than the Flying Roll O, flyin' roll, flyin' roll! You're in the sky! I wonder why!