Maandag 26 januari 2015
Bisschopster
Bisschopster
Libby Lane is de eerste vrouwelijke bisschop in de Anglikaanse kerk.
Ze wordt dus de eerste bisschoppin, bisschoppes of bisschopster. Kies maar uit.
Frankie stelt voor dat Paul McCartney een actuele versie opneemt van Penny Lane, het oude maar hippe Beatlesnummer.
"Libby Lane"
Miss Libby Lane is a bishop making photographs
Of every head she's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello
Cousin Pete is a Hell's Angel with a motorcar
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the biker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange
Libby Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the interstellar skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Libby Lane talks to a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the pope
He likes to follow every soap
But she answers NOPE
Libby Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
buying fish and chips, she tries
to swallow, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty priest is selling candles from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway
Libby Lane is a very friendly customer
She sees the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the bikerman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange
Libby lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the interstellar skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Libby lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Libby Lane
Of every head she's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello
Cousin Pete is a Hell's Angel with a motorcar
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the biker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange
Libby Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the interstellar skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Libby Lane talks to a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the pope
He likes to follow every soap
But she answers NOPE
Libby Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
buying fish and chips, she tries
to swallow, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty priest is selling candles from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway
Libby Lane is a very friendly customer
She sees the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the bikerman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange
Libby lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the interstellar skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Libby lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Libby Lane
Geschreven door Frankie om 00:00
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