"We Are Not God's Chosen People"

This is a tune from my as yet un published "uneasy listening music" collection.

The setup:
Since god historically has displayed a near obsession with pronouncing people the "chosen" ones, any god with a shred of etiquette would occasionally let someone know they are NOT chosen. This song documents that event. 

Lyrics and sound files below.

[It's a casual living room recording with vocal, octave dulcimer and bass. Ideally I'd love to hear tight cheery country harmonies on the chorus and if the bass could be a tuba... yup that would do it.]


  Here's one with cello, octave dulci and guitar - my buddies Aaron O'Rourke and Mark Billman helped on this... a rehearsal recording in an Olympus dictaphone gizmo - end of disclaimer...;-)  MP3  2 Megs


"We are not god's chosen people."
copyright David Beede 2007 (cheery bluegrass feel)

Fastin’ on a mountain prayin’ for a sign    Slow intro. 1st verse

Hopin’ for a message from the great Divine      

Some path of destiny that I might tread              

I’ll cut right to the crux of my story

God appeared to me in all her glory

But you may not be too happy with what she said

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She said “You are not my chosen people

They’re the one’s over there in that funny steeple.

They’re number ONE and you ain’t even number TWO.”

“If they don’t listen to your opinion

It’s cuz I gave them all dominion

Over fish and fowl and animals, which includes YOU!”

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Chorus:

    We are not God’s chosen people

    They’re the ones over there in that funny steeple

    I know we didn’t want to know, but God she really told us so

    We are not God’s chosen people.

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“You might as well stop your fastin’ and prayin’

and pay close attention to what I’m sayin’

I taught my chosen people how to fight.”

“You were hopin’ to be the superior race

But I’m here to tell you face to face

I created you for my chosen ones to smite.”

Chorus:

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“So write a little song and spread the news

Tell your people they don’t get to choose

They might as well surrender, there’s no place to hide.

“When they load their guns and start the slaughter

When they shoot your sons and take your daughters

Remember I told you I am on their side.”

Chorus:

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While I was hoping it was all some cosmic joke

God disappeared in a puff of smoke

But she left a holy pad of paper and a pen.

I picked them up and before too long,

I’d writ the words to this holy song

And they’re destined to roll through our heads again and again.

Chorus:


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