Hi all,
It’s been kind of quiet here lately, so I hope a bit of
slightly-off-topic humor is welcome.
A while back there were some parodies of recent hymns posted here. Something got me thinking about them a few days ago, and having nothing better to do on my hour-long train ride to and from work, I thought, “Why not go old-school?” So I came up with the following treatment of “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee” (and, of course, couldn’t resist sharing it here). The text is not at all a reflection of my view of the hymn, but once I got going, it was hard to stop.
Hope you enjoy.
“Tearful, Tearful, We Implore Thee”
words by Chris Conroy, music by some dead guy
Tearful, tearful, we implore thee, please don’t make us sing this song;
If the music doesn’t bore thee, something in thy head is wrong.
Up and down the scale, repeating o’er and o’er and o’er again,
While the congregation’s pleading, “Please, O Lord, just make it end.”
Woeful, woeful, are the lyrics: mountains, flowers, clouds and birds;
Help me, Lord, I’m getting earaches just from thinking of the words.
Sun is shining, bells are ringing, childhood songs I now recall;
We might just as well be singing “It’s a small world after all.”
Painful, painful, is the tempo, crawling at a snail’s pace;
That old organist makes ‘lento’ look just like a NASCAR race.
Who said this would be uplifting? Sounds more like a fun’ral dirge;
Help me, Lord, I think I’m drifting off to sleep, must fight the urge.
Someone please inform this heathen: what makes Ludwig’s Ninth so great?
If that’s true, then why’d he even bother with the other eight?
Give me Schutte, Haas or Haugen, Ernest Sands or Joe Zsigray
Over Mister van Beethoven’s six-note clunker any day.
-Chris C.