I’m one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.
Both spiritual and material. Above, loudly chant the glories of
a small group of English men of
to worship with him.
Some to serve as a
performed through this
When the sun’s tentacles reach down from heaven and thaw my frozen tongue
I’ll have a voice that’s all my own…