The world began as a telegram
"Let thee rise and awake"
The far off fields waved in the wind
We saw at first light
Will moves the film
The starlet delivers the news
The news carries the secret of the blessed virgin
The quiet music of Monsieur Q
The wretched angel speaks in blood
My grandmother couldn't find a job
Times being what they were
A sad-eyed Sarah of the wandering Jews of Spain
She handed me down a living will
"We are a people pursued
The first will be first and the last shall stand in line
To take what is given, to get what is coming... man alive"
Now Mohammedans rule an atlas of sand
Dividing dry from wet
The sausage kings and the diamond clan regret to inform...
That somewhere high in the atmosphere
Old Abraham flies a plane
A plane so high it cannot be seen by the human eye
Well it's a beautiful thing
To be faraway on this kingdom
Our churches of the plastic bag
Gated communities, the land of opportunities, air conditioned malls and fat-free soda pop
And when we reach those sunlit shores
Our liturgies long forgotten
Holding hands on that Sunday drive
I am sure...It was a sign... was there was a sign?... It was there a sign
Behold the sign
Joshua-Michéle Ross - The Quiet Music of Mssr. Q Lyrics
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The world began as a telegram
"Let thee rise and awake"
The far off fields waved in the wind
We saw at first light
Will moves the film
The starlet delivers the news
The news carries the secret of the blessed virgin
The quiet music of Monsieur Q
The wretched angel speaks in blood
My grandmother couldn't find a job
Times being what they were
A sad-eyed Sarah of the wandering Jews of Spain
She handed me down a living will
"We are a people pursued
The first will be first and the last shall stand in line
To take what is given, to get what is coming... man alive"
Now Mohammedans rule an atlas of sand
Dividing dry from wet
The sausage kings and the diamond clan regret to inform...
That somewhere high in the atmosphere
Old Abraham flies a plane
A plane so high it cannot be seen by the human eye
Well it's a beautiful thing
To be faraway on this kingdom
Our churches of the plastic bag
Gated communities, the land of opportunities, air conditioned malls and fat-free soda pop
And when we reach those sunlit shores
Our liturgies long forgotten
Holding hands on that Sunday drive
I am sure...It was a sign... was there was a sign?... It was there a sign
Behold the sign
"Let thee rise and awake"
The far off fields waved in the wind
We saw at first light
Will moves the film
The starlet delivers the news
The news carries the secret of the blessed virgin
The quiet music of Monsieur Q
The wretched angel speaks in blood
My grandmother couldn't find a job
Times being what they were
A sad-eyed Sarah of the wandering Jews of Spain
She handed me down a living will
"We are a people pursued
The first will be first and the last shall stand in line
To take what is given, to get what is coming... man alive"
Now Mohammedans rule an atlas of sand
Dividing dry from wet
The sausage kings and the diamond clan regret to inform...
That somewhere high in the atmosphere
Old Abraham flies a plane
A plane so high it cannot be seen by the human eye
Well it's a beautiful thing
To be faraway on this kingdom
Our churches of the plastic bag
Gated communities, the land of opportunities, air conditioned malls and fat-free soda pop
And when we reach those sunlit shores
Our liturgies long forgotten
Holding hands on that Sunday drive
I am sure...It was a sign... was there was a sign?... It was there a sign
Behold the sign
Writer: Joshua-Michele Ross
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