Thirty years ago today
On Wednesday I either picked up my daughter or Nancy dropped her off. I took her to the Fat Albert’s Christmas party. She sat on the stage while Tom Smarda and I performed his song “Don’t Forget Resurrection”:
Oppress the poor because the doctor called police
He didn’t want the homeless people sleeping by his church
So he told the groundskeeper to tell them to leave
then made his pet confessions and had dinner with the priest
Don’t forget about it
Don’t forget about it
Don’t forget resurrection
From out here in the rain and the driving snow
we can hear the hymns being sung by those
who recover from heart attacks and when they come home
they set up their floodlights so the homeless don’t come near
and if that doesn’t work they will call the police
and while we’re in jail they will pray for world peace
Don’t forget about it
Don’t forget about it
Don’t forget resurrection
My daughter stayed the night at my place.
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