[gary 1975]
[Time: 5'58"]
[Lyrics: Thom Woodley]
[First performed October 5, 1997 -- show #3]
[Appears as track #8 on "Pastor of Muppets"]
[Tim: electric bass, Nevin: violin, Kort: bouzouki, Jamie: percussion, vocals, Andy: guitar, vocals, Thom: guitar, vocals]


This song is about the folly of the Williard Preacher, the local catastrophist who dooms all to hell, except himself.


The man met his god on Saturday
A giant plume of light swept the part of his toupee
As if some benevolent jockey from the skies
Mistook the man as equestrian and took the blinders off his eyes

The man stopped and gasped at his feet
Floating with euphoria and there were different hues on the street
Sinners walked the town, their husks in a shroud of tarrish gall
And eating through his own flesh was the blackest worm of all

All I've ever done is wrong
I'm told the flesh does not belogn
And I can't explain, I can't explain
How or why I know
But I've been told
So it must be so

Just another wind, another reminder that it might be cold in hell
The homeless saw no deities, they just tasted wind and watched it blow and smelled its smell
An upwind indication of hidden nourishment to the downtrod
One man's dream of granola, another man's god

23 years later... the man talks in his sleep.


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