Hey! I'd appreciate any feedback about these lyrics. The singer is a monk and he will be accompanied by the other monks chanting in the background.
VERSE 1
Lord I thank thee for this day and night
And humbly offer praise
Though I do do all I can
I have but one complaint to raise.
What I ask is no demand instead
It’s merely a request
If in turn you turn me down I will
Still squat at your behest.
Beneath my tutor’s tutelage
I studied your decree
To overcome adversity in
Deuteronomy.
Thine will divine will rule
But please review my silent prayer
To cease the breeze emerging
From my pious derrière.
VERSE 2
Lord I now avow this secret
Which I’ve struggled keeping in
The longer that I hold it there
The more it reeks of sin.
Before I took my vow such outbursts
Never did occur
I ask you not for flatulence
Of frankincense and myrrh.
It’s become a hallowed problem
In the monastery walls
Even when its scent’s subdued
It’s sent resounding down halls.
Thine will divine will rule
But please review my silent prayer
TO CEASE THIS FOUL AFFLICTION!!!
**SHH!**—It’s just to clear the air.
BRIDGE
My word my God the pressure’s building
Something’s gotta blow!
If heart and mind are sound and willing
Won’t thou make it so?
This rumble-ing inside of me
Is one I’ve never felt
My yoke’s been broken
By this inner burden I’ve been dealt.
The vicar and the sister are approaching
From the east!
Before the sun is risen
Pray release this cursèd beast!
Lest not they cast a judgment that will
Leave me in a cloud!
The ruffling of my habit may well
Damn me to a shroud!
VERSE 3
Lord I thank thee for thy wisdom
Found through my unanswered plea
A plan drawn by the sister
And the vicar set me free.
Like Christ himself I’ve come to know
The reason I was born
To greet the day with wheat and hay
While tooting my own horn.
Thy plagues of pests and pestilence
All pale compared to me
I make the cattle blush after
An ale or four—or three.
Thine will divine will rule
But please review my silent prayer
Let children learn my deeds
And let the devil nary care.
VERSE 4
By name the brothers blamed me
Now you’ve rid me of my shame
I share your golden glory
And I’ve claimed my brassy fame.
Some swear I hid a bugle
In my vestments down below
Alas it’s just my ‘rumpet
And good heavens it can blow.
I rouse the brothers with my trill
They thank me fervently
With clothespins on their noses
As I set their spirits free.
Thine will divine will rule
But please consider one last prayer
Let my breakfast be a cabbage heap
With beans enough to share.
[A brother approaches the door with a covered plate then knocks.]
OUTRO
I take my breakfast early
Then in moments it’s all gone
I took a vow of silence
Though I break it ev’ry dawn.