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Glencorse Leavers' Chapel Speech – 14/6/4 |
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Summary George Macpherson began with a personal, philosophical speech, describing how his life and leaving reflected the moral demise that is the hangover of the 20th Century. His general drive was: ‘Whoever said that school days are the happiest days of your life obviously hadn’t been to university.’
Another generation of Fettesians leaves, wise as sophists. George Macpherson Almighty lord, merciful lord, powerful, loving lord, divine, omniscient, omnipotent lord, all knowing, all understanding lord, wonderful, happy, amazing, incredible, bodacious, awesome, really cool, hip, down, beat, funky, fantastic, eternal, heavenly, ineffable, passionate, caring, undying, out of this world, sweet, compassionate, sympathetic, empathetic, psychedelic, jealous, vengeful, retributive, invisible, all present, all seeing, all around decent bloke, laddish, happy go lucky, mysterious, thunderous, cool cat, bitchin’, party animal, celebratory, swingin’, bebop daddy, giggling, smirking, juggling, swimming, going for long walks on the beach, dancing, lordly lord, lord also known as his lordliness, lord of all lords, lord who’s never bored, lord who holds earth by a cord, lord who drives a ford, lord whose head is the shape of a gourd, lord whose love is poured, lord whose boat is moored, lord who is never ignored, Lord who calms discord, lord who has never been floored, lord who has never been gored, lord whose never snored, lord who is never untoward, lord who wields a sword, lord who like the lion roared, lord who is never deplored, lord who presses record, lord whose always implored, lord who’s soared in the concord, lord who’s every meal is a smorgasbourg, lord who is never abhorred, lord who’s unexplored, lord who arrived in Paris through Gar du Nord, almighty Lord, hello, is that so, whoa, way to go, no, don’t stop the flow mo fo, she be a ho, d ho, my bro, take it slow and whattya know, there’s snow, it blow on my toe like a show with a pocket fulla doe, bread doe hidin’ from the po in the boat I row, but hey, I’m okay, lets just say that I’m not gay at least for today, I’m made out of clay with myself I play in every which way while eating some hay in my boat on the bay and it ain’t gonna stop I work like mop my rap ain’t no flop I’ll drop a cop with my glock it’ll a be a shock, when I whip out my chalk and move around like a clock, trick don’t whine, it’s only a matter of time before I bust my dime and find a mountain a climb where the sun will shine please hear our prayers, I wanna give a shout out to all my brothers and sisters, all my fellow space cadets caught up in a lovely adolescent supernova of pure wonder. Right now I just want you to chill out in the house of God because your about to enter the fifth dimension, so if you’ll just close your two eyes and open up your third I’ll hit the cosmic accelerator and we’ll be headed for the black hole in the heart of our minds. You all know what the answer is, you knew when your two lips parted, you knew when you yearned alone and thought that though you don’t believe in magic maybe the darkness could produce her. Yeah, you all know what the answer is, but it’s scary so you’ll cloud the holy water of a clear conscious with questions. Like all those old guys with long beards drawing things with sticks in the sand you can ask why are we here, you can ask is there a God, you can ask is there life after death when you should be asking am I living now. Family, it’s time to stop, hey, what’s that sound, everybody look what’s going down because you can’t constrict your hourglass and what you see as your growing mountain is only sand which with the slightest wind will blow into your eyes but it don’t matter because your already blind. Suped up on fear and motor oil you’ll listen to these doctors spinning round’ your head shouting incomprehensible risk of all the wrong roads and all the pit falls you’ll find if you follow the smoky paths of pills though it’ll be a bit more colorful, they’ll say this so gone on their own trip that you’ll forget the only drug you need is 10,000% awareness and you’ll realize you have the gift of realization but looking around you’ll ask who the hell are these people and why aren’t we making love? But if it’s all too much and you can’t really be bothered that’s fine just sit through eternity like Michelangelo’s stone waiting for some virtuoso, hey David, what was that like? It may take a while but the streets are full of masons and stone cutters and some have long hair and deep blue eyes. Look around and SMiLE and let these words find primeval sound for all I’m asking is that you simply reach your hand out and receive what we’d all be willing to give. Roll your eyes back in your head and see the greatest adventure then let the one who you like stumble across the mystery. O! How can you be bored surrounded by so much desire! Don’t you see in the eyes of the lamb next to you one thousand crucifixions, the martyrs burning at the stake, the peasants put to the sword, the tears blazing down the creators cheeks! Just close your eyes and you’ll find your kissing Joan of Arc, reach out and hold the hand of mother Mary! Even Jesus shed a tear, even Buddha let out a sigh, Mohammed brushed her hair from her face and held her chin like Bogey and Bacall and told the child she meant something. Embrace the strange, get naked with the stranger, what have you to fear! I know they’ve wrapped us up like mummy’s but instead of playing cards with Tutankhamen why don’t you toss in all your chips and pull there fingers out of your ears and then you’ll here the music, you’ll hear the Vedas, you’ll hear the Gospel, you’ll hear Brian Wilson, you’ll hear the Beatles, you’ll hear Thomas Jefferson, you’ll hear Bob Zimmerman, you’ll hear Gandhi, you’ll hear the prophets, you’ll hear the angels, you’ll hear John Coletrane, you’ll hear Van Gogh, you’ll hear the sound of silence while a mother looks upon her sleeping child, you’ll hear the sound of sweet, sweet weeping, you’ll hear your own little loves lying together because this world can be so very cold. You’ll SMiLE because you finally understand that you cannot hear the love, you cannot see the love, you cannot feel the love, you cannot taste or smell the love because you are the love and you can only be the love and only in us is the love and only between us can we share the love. Why are we here? Is there a god? Where is Jimmy Hoffa? Are you happy? What do you want to be when you grow up? What does this all mean? Are you experienced? Who? What? Where? When? Why? Huh? Me? What? No? Where are we? What’s your problem? Is any one in charge here? Am I alone? Who are you? Who am I? Do you like pie? Is this just pie in the sky? What do think, I’m sly? What a guy! we pray for the students of fettes college, the students in T form, the students in 1st form, the students in 2nd form, the students in 3rd form, the students in 4th form, the students in 5th form, the students in lower sixth form, the students in upper sixth form, we pray for their success and the health of their families. We pray for the Headmaster and his wife and children, we pray for the Deputy Headmaster, we pray for the assistant head master, we pray for the various heads of the departments, we pray for the professors, we pray for the housemasters and housemistresses, we pray for the matron in Glencorse, the matron in Moredun, the matron in Kimmerghame, the matron in Carrington, the matron in Arniston, the matron in College East, the matron in College West, we pray for the cleaning staff, we pray for the grounds keepers, we pray for the people who do our laundry, we pray for the kitchen staff, we pray for the governors, we pray for all of the Old Fettesians. We pray for those who are starving in Africa, in Asia, in Europe, in North America, in South America, In Antarctica, in Fettes, and if anyone is starving in the North Pole, we pray for them too. We pray for those who are ill, those who have AIDS, those who have HIV, those who have the common cold, those who have influenza, those who have the measles, those who have the chicken pocks, those who have the mumps, those who have gonorrhea, those who have herpes, those who have a headache, those who have athletes foot. We pray for those who have allergies, allergies to dogs, cats, hamsters or any other furry creatures. We pray for people who are in war torn countries. We pray for all your creatures, for this we pray, Amen, in Iraq, our men in Kosovo, our men in Havanna, Amen – nities, we pray our men receive amenities, Amen – ds, we pray to make amends with our sins, Amen – able, we pray to amenable in our life, Amen Peter Grant's Prayer
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