“Act of the Apostle I and II” by Belle and Sebastian

“Oh, if I could make sense of it all! I wish that I could sing. I’d stay in a melody. I would float along in my everlasting song. What would I do to believe?'”

Morning prayers took the girl unawares
She was late for class and she knew it
The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
She couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman
A patch of sun fell onto her neck
She put her head on her arms on her desk

The lesson today was Acts of Apostles
The crazy hippies, they’re running scared
She shut her eyes and imagined the desert
No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread
What would she look like standing by the well?
More like a woman and less like a girl

Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
I’d stay in a melody
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?’

Later on she plays “Morning Has Broken”
She knows she’s bad
She is slowing everybody down
The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother’s sick
He’ll be nice to her
She thinks that she shouldn’t be there at all
Her worries make everything else seem trivial

Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
I’d stay in a melody
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?’



“Acts of the Apostle II” by Belle and Sebastian

If you gotta grow up sometime, you’ve to do it on your own.”

I’m bored out of my mind
Too sick to even care
I’ll take a little walk
Nobody’s going to know
I’m in senior year
It gives you a little free time
I’ll just use it all at once!

Took the fence and the lane
The bus then the train
Bought an Independent to make me look like I got brains
I made a story up in my head if anybody would ask
I’m going to a seminar!

If you gotta grow up sometime
You’ve to do it on your own
I don’t think I could stand to be stuck
That’s the way that things were going

The bible’s my tool
There’s no mention of school!
My Damascan Road’s my transistor radio
I tune in at night when my mum and my dad start to fight
I put on my headphones
And I tune out
I am devout
The girls are singing about my life
But they’re not here, they’ve got the wild life

If you want to find out, find out
You got to look them in the eye

That’s why my only choice
Is find the face behind the voice?

She asked the man if the service was open
‘Not today, just the choir from the radio’
‘Couldn’t I sit in? I’ve come all this way’
‘Will you bugger off, I’ve got work to do.’

The city was losing its appeal
God was asleep
He was back in her village, in the fields

Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
I’d stay in a melody
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?’

CPE

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