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Audience Participation - Agnes
flameamongcoals wrote in fridayschildren
One attractive component of the Friday's Child concert experience is the audience participation. Many songs - particularly Tommy's bold and satirical tracks - have "audience participation" lines. In these moments, members of the audience will shout out a line in the middle of the song and, through that, become part of the show. It's been said that Friday's Child is the Rocky Horror of music.

In that spirit, I am looking to record and develop the audience lines for Agnes, one of our favorite songs which spirit can only be appreciated in a live venue.



Agnes
Plays her violin on Sunday mornings
While they're taking the collection
And the usual selection seems like Mozart

She used to keep the books down at the brewery
Before the river got polluted
She insists her job diluted her commitment
To her music

Every one of us a sinner
Every one of us a worm
And when Agnes plays her violin
All us sinners squirm

Every one of us a coward
Every one our soul worn thin
As we pray as one
To God above
to Burn Her Violin!

Agnes
Her eyes squeezed shut in eager concentration
Grinds her whining instrument
In that instant Mozart flipped right in his grave

She wants to make an offering to Jesus
With the energy she's spending
And the song that she is sending up to Heaven
With that music

Every one of us a sinner
Every one of us a cad
And when Agnes plays that violin
It makes us all feel bad

Every one of us a coward
Every one our soul worn thin
As we pray as one
To God on high
To Smite Her Violin!

Agnes
Didn't play her violin this Sunday morning
Much to everyone's surprise
The pastor said she died
While she was sleeping

She used to keep the books down at the brewery
At least that's what the papers said
She's dead, alone, and leaving no survivors
But her music

Every one of us is sorry
Every one of us ashamed
Yes we'll all laud her in public
We'll all loudly praise her name

Every one of us a coward
Every one of us in sin
We'll all miss dear old Agnes
We won't miss her violin!

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