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[kitten]

Learn, grasshopper.

[Gopher]

Care to teach me, sylph?  

[kitten]

I would fail as an educator.  Knowing and imparting are two different matters.  And these aren't pictures, you realize.

[Gopher]

No I don't realise, but I do try to picture what you imply.    

[kitten]

            [FONT color=#c00000]OOOOMMMMMMMMM[/FONT]

 

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[weird al]

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[Gopher]

Strangest looking church I've ever seen.

[Sportsdude]

lol.

[weird al]

Yeah, that's the Powerhouse Church of the Presumptuous Assumption of the Blinding Light

  ("O blinding Light...

O Light that blinds...

I cannot see;

Look out for me!")

  Renowned for the 50 - voice St. Louis Aquarium Choraleers, whose hymn, "Marching to Shibboleth", gladdened many a heart.  

[kitten]

That broke me up, weird al.  I must attend sometime just to hear the choraleers.

[weird al]

Here's the Choraleers with what I think is their best work. (You'll just have to fill in the voices and musical accompaniment.)  

  @ALBUM: Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers
@SONG: The Rough-As-A-Cob March
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(source: From "Big Book of Plays", page 62-63)

Choir:   We're marching, marching to Shibboleth,
         With the Eagle and the Sword!
         We're praising Zion 'til her death,
         Until we meet our last reward!
Men:     Our Lord's reward!
Women:   Zion!  Oh happy Zion!
         O'er wrapp'd, but not detained!
Men:     Lion, f'rocious Lion!
         His beard our mighty mane!
Women:   At First and Main!
Men:     Oh, we;ll go marching, marching to Omaha,
         With the Buckram and the Cord!
Women:   You'll hear us "boom" our State!
Men:     Ha, ha!  As we cross the final ford!
Women:   The flaming Ford!
Choir:   Zion!  Oh mighty Zion!
         Your bison now are dust!
         As your cornflakes rise
         "Gainst the rust-red skies,
         Then our blood requires us must
         Go ...
Men:     Marching, marching to Shibboleth,
         With the Eagle and the ...
Women:   The Buckram and the Cord!
Men:     Sword!  Praising Zion 'til her death!
Women:   Ha, ha!
Men:     Until we eat our last reward!
Women:   The flaming Ford!
Choir:   Zion!  Oh righteous Zion!
         There is no one to blame!
         For the homespun pies
         'Neath the cracking skies
         Shall release the fulsome rain!
Tenor:   Shall release!
Men:     Shall release!
Soprano: Shall release!
Women:   Shall release!
Choir:   Shall release the vinyl rein!

[kitten]

OMG!!!  That is absolutely insane!  Thank you for that.  I can visualize it clearly.  In a way it makes a lot more sense than some of the "hymns" that I've heard.

[weird al]

It's on this album, probably long out of print, but worth looking for. They do actually sound great on this song.

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[kitten]

That is very strange indeed.  The more I read, the odder it got.  I think I'll have to re-read it a couple of times.

[P.C.]

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