Testo Hallelujah Anyway - Slim Cessna's Auto Club
Testo della canzone Hallelujah Anyway (Slim Cessna's Auto Club), tratta dall'album Unentitled
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I stood in the frame of Mr. Bierbaum's door
"Son this ain't a barn, know what I called you here for?
You's the last young bachelor in this place
And it's claimed you'd give your life for God's grace"
"Ah, Mr. Bierbaum, you heard it true
I love the Lord, my family, and I love you"
"Son, I'm here to prove you wrong
And when you see the proof you'll join me in song
Your Lord don't know you, your family's disgraced
I love you too so I'll get you through the gates
I'm old and dried up but my daughter's clean
Son are you catching what I mean?
I need a male to carry on my name
Upon your seed I lay my claim"
"Mr. Bierbaum, the doctors say
That with your daughter no man can lay
If a child passes from your daughter's legs
Then she'll pass too to the end of her days"
And Mr. Bierbaum, with that grin
Tobacco spit be hanging from your chin
"Son, your Lord works in mysterious ways
But in the end someone's gotta pay"
I wanted nothing to do with this world
So I tripped and ran for the frame of his door
I jumped inside my '41 Ford
I screamed, "Sanctuary Lord"
The building I chose, it offered within
I knew this was the place that my Lord was in
I put my right foot on the first step of the Catholic named church
And I could hear them calling to me
They sang a one, two, three
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I put my left foot on the next step, almost to the door
They sang it louder out for the Lord
They sang a one, two, three
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I screamed my love out loud for the Lord
As I bursted a trip through the frame of the door
I ran hot down the one oak aisle
And my faded brother from a few he smiled
I hid and still I bungled
But the town they disagreed
Mr. Bierbaum said, "Son, won't you come with me?"
I brought on our family much disgrace
Nice to see my brother own up to his fate
I ran further down the aisle and seen
My stillborn brother that never did breathe
"Greetings brother, we finally meet
I'm the one who saw the sweet ma's feet"
I fell out, hit the ground
Ma and me made no more sound
That's when Bierbaum came saying, "What a disgrace"
Picked me up, brought me to this place
"You love your family, you'll work for the Lord
We's both here, you wonder what for?"
I came to the pulpit, fell upon my knees
Said, "Lord this can't be, what's your plan for me?"
I bent my neck, should I look upon the Lord?
I prepared myself for his word
A silence slammed in my head
And it burst out my ears and bounced around the black oak walls
Holding up the Catholic named church
But that racket was soft compared to the whack smack
His tobacco spit made as it burst upon my forehead
And through his gap-toothed smile
Mr. Bierbaum spoke his word
"You will use your life work for another
But you will not be pure and clean
As your people think is a necessary requirement
And you will touch my daughter
And she will pass on as you twos continue my name for me
See, we all must make sacrifices
However, as luck will have it
It's yours truly who does the choosing
And if you choose to uselessly turn to
Your obstinance and misguided notions
Well, well I will be there
To tear it in your face
And if you still choose to turn away
Well son, hmm, I will be there
Mark your every move
It's a waste of your talent, son
Truly, it's a waste of your effort
You think your family's disgraced now?
Well, don't get me started
But you can rectify it, son
If you show some grace and acknowledge a stronger power
Put your efforts to use, son
And you can start by singing"
And that's when I heard them doors open again
I saw the stick-like teen Miss Lady Bierbaum
Step gracefully through the door's frame
I looked over her hips that were no wider than my thigh
And I thought about being unclean with her
I reasoned that I'd be fighting the same fight
Only in a different manner
And with a different weapon
You see, sometimes people
The only way to win is to admit that you lose
And you lose too
'Cause that's the only way
But do it with grace and sing hallelujah anyway
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah anyway
Hallelujah anyway
Hallelujah anyway
Hallelujah anyway
Credits
Writer(s): John Robert Rumley, Mark Stephen Cessna, Eric Sean Heming, Daniel Jon Grandbois, Munly Jay Munly, Ordy Garrison
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