I'll post a recent work.....music is written, but not yet recorded......

Bourbon Tabernacle Choir          © 2007 Michael orlen

While sitting in a local bar
For comfort and relief
That's me with the bud
Between the rabbi and the priest
Just working on our attitudes
For just a while at least
And the bar man's had his fill of sorry tales
He says they're about as useful
As a slow leak in a tire
I tell you you're just preaching to the
Bourbon tabernacle choir

A young man tells a story
Clearly meant to shock and awe
How a woman drove him to his stool
There ought to be a law
He tells her how he really feels
Points out her tragic flaw
And then he turns to us for reassurance
We'll give you an 'atta boy
If that's what you require
But I tell you you're just preaching to the
Bourbon tabernacle choir

(bridge)

It smells like beer and cigarettes
And it's kind of dark in here
And I haven't seen a smiling face all evening
Some memories more distant than they might at first appear
And no one gives a single thought to leaving

I decide to add my couple cents
At the first sign of a pause
Before you start a war at home
Be certain of the cause
There's more to keeping peace at home
Than meets the untrained eye
Then I get a funny look from either side
Before you go and don
ecclesiastical attire
I tell you you're just preaching to the
Bourbon tabernacle choir