The Fiery Furnaces — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Rehearsing My Choir
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The Bishop
would head down, head down to Deerport Station,
to see what stars on the silver screen might be seen,
or Broadway stage were all the rage,
with his black leather autograph book,
and his black leather pastoral pumps,
and his pressed black robes,
and his tidy black beard of which he was so proud,
and his hat that stuck out in a crowd.
But there he’d sit,
at his table at the Edgewater Hotel,
wearing his ecclesiastical furs,
and lunching with two giggly and none too healthy looking young men,
and in his shirt pocket up close to his heart was his autographed picture of Robert Mitchum,
which he no doubt used in an impure way.
And I was at home rehearsing my choir.
On Christmas day,
in the afternoon,
I got a call at home.
The Bishop was on the phone,
wanting the choir to go and sing
on some Channel 44 thing.
And I said «Out of the question!
The rest of the day is for their families!»
And the Bishop became furious:
all that time singing Western music,
Christmas carols, backsliding,
and no time to represent the diocese!
But of course he was just upset because he wanted to be on the show,
and he hated women.
And I knew he was angry with me,
but I couldn’t worry about it.
I went about my business,
rehearsing my choir.
Rehearsing my choir.
(Da da da da da da da)
Again!
(Da da da da da da da)
Ugh, altos, out of tune!
(Da da da da da da da)
That’s not good!
(Da da da da da da da)
That sounds horrible.
Next Sunday was my late sister’s Namesday.
La la la.
And the Bishop was coming that day to our church to deliver a sermon,
which would give me quite a big surprise.
«Decadence in the church!
Betrayal of our traditions!
Look up in the shoir loft, for instance, the lady in red:
Eva!
I ban her from receiving communion,
and remove her as choir director!»
I couldn’t believe my ears.
And the congregation couldn’t believe theirs.
And my husband was furious when he was told, as he wasn’t there at the time,
and letters were written and phone calls were placed,
and the matter was taken up, and I was granted an audience.
And I sat there nervous and frightened,
when into the room
stepped His Eminence,
the Archbishop.
They had a strange deliberating process at his initiative,
as it was his prerogative alone.
But the Hierarch with the tallest hat and longest beard would stand in the
middle,
and the prelates with shorter hats and beards radiated out,
with the Archbishop in front of them,
and then they began to intone.
And I was left on the other side of the door, alone.
And when they came out, Bishop Nikolaki was sent to San Jose
Traduction des paroles
évêque
serait la tête vers le bas, la tête vers le bas à la Station Deerport,
pour voir quelles étoiles sur l'écran d'argent pourrait être vu,
ou la scène de Broadway faisait fureur,
avec son livre autographe en cuir noir,
et ses escarpins pastoraux en cuir noir,
et ses robes noires pressées,
et sa barbe noire bien rangée dont il était si fier,
et son chapeau coincé dans une foule.
Mais là, il s'assoyait,
à sa table à L'hôtel Edgewater,
portant ses fourrures ecclésiastiques,
et déjeunant avec deux jeunes hommes fous de rire et pas trop en bonne santé,
et dans sa poche de chemise près de son cœur était sa photo autographiée de Robert Mitchum,
qu'il a sans doute utilisé d'une manière impure.
Et j'étais à la maison en train de répéter ma chorale.
Le jour de Noël,
dans l'après-midi,
J'ai reçu un appel à la maison.
L'Évêque était sur le téléphone,
vouloir que la chorale aille chanter
sur un truc du canal 44.
Et j'ai dit «hors de question!
Le reste de la journée est pour leurs familles!»
Et L'évêque devint furieux:
tout ce temps à chanter de la musique occidentale,
Chants de Noël, retour en arrière,
et pas le temps de représenter le diocèse!
Mais bien sûr il était juste bouleversé parce qu il voulait être sur le spectacle,
et il détestait les femmes.
Et je savais qu'il était en colère contre moi,
mais je ne pouvais pas m'en soucier.
Je vaquais à mes affaires,
les répétitions de ma chorale.
Les répétitions de ma chorale.
(Da da da da da da da)
Nouveau!
(Da da da da da da da)
Pouah, altos, de l'écoute!
(Da da da da da da da)
Ce n'est pas bon!
(Da da da da da da da)
Qui semble horrible.
Dimanche prochain était le nom de ma défunte sœur.
La La La.
Et L'évêque venait ce jour là à notre église pour prononcer un sermon,
qui pourrait me donner une grande surprise.
«Grandeur et décadence de l'église!
Trahison de nos traditions!
Regardez dans le loft shoir, par exemple, la dame en rouge:
Eva!
Je lui interdit de recevoir la communion,
et retirez - la comme directrice de chœur!»
Je ne pouvais pas en croire mes oreilles.
Et la congrégation ne pouvait pas croire la leur.