[Intro - Soft Creak, Muted Trumpet, Bass Settles In] . . . . ! . . . . ! . . [Verse 1 - Low, Conversational, Half-Spoken] Well, the trumpet went off at a quarter past forever, and the lawn out at the cemetery opened like a door. Now I've got a hundred RSVPs and a logistical concern... 'cause nobody ever told me which version they'll restore. [Pre-Chorus - Easy, Handclaps] Is it my best year... is it my last one... do I get the knees I had at seventy-nine? [Chorus - Smooth Layered Harmonies, Blended Low] Bring your own body (bring your own body) Every limb and every joint restored to its proper frame Bring your own body (bring your own body) And every hair upon your head comes back and knows your name Nobody's checking coats, 'cause nobody's getting cold, and everybody's coming back at twenty-nine years old Bring your own body (bring your own body) Baby, they promised the same sociality... so I brought mine. [Verse 2 - Wry, Unhurried] Now Brother Hansen went into the ground in temple whites, and Cousin Denny got buried in a tuxedo he'd only rented. So one of them is dressed proper and the other owes a fortune, and the Lord has not commented... no, the Lord has not commented. [Pre-Chorus - Softer, Slightly Wistful] There's a woman by the bandstand in a nineteen-forties gown who has been waiting eighty years to dance... [Chorus - Strings Glide In, Harmonies Sweet] Bring your own body (bring your own body) Restored to your perfection in the flower of your age Bring your own body (bring your own body) There's a whole eternity and everybody's on the stage The graves are standing open and the neighbors are appalled, and the band has been rehearsing since Gabriel learned the call Bring your own body (bring your own body) Baby, they promised the same sociality... so I brought mine. [Organ and Bass Break - Wah Guitar, Congas, Relaxed Groove] . . ! . . . . ! . . . ! [Bridge - Spoken, Quiet, Amused Doorman] Now, hold on. There's a list. Morning session is celestial. That's the good one. That's the first trumpet. Second session, terrestrial. Still a lovely event. Cash bar. Those holding telestial reservations... you wait a thousand years for trumpet number three. ...Sir. Sir, that is the after-party. [Interlude - Strings and Muted Trumpet, Unhurried] . . . ! . . . . ! . . . [Final Chorus - Warm and Full, Still Blended] So bring your own body, I'm booked for the third one It's a thousand years of waiting, but it's worth it when it's done They wrote it in their scripture, and they wrote it awful plain: even the lowest kingdom is beyond the mortal brain Bring your own body (bring your own body) The bad seats in forever are the best night of your life Bring your own body (bring your own body) Mmmm, save a dance for me... I'll see you in a thousand years. [Outro - Bass Walking Out, Soft Handclaps, Harmonies Fading] ...same sociality... (only coupled with eternal glory) ...same sociality... (bring your own body) [Slow Fade to End] . . . . . .
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