The Bulletins

WE BEGIN MEETING IN A CONVERTED WAREHOUSE

WE ARE A SMALL CONGREGATION OF TINKERERS

WE HAVE NO NAME AND NO BUILDING OF OUR OWN

BY WINTER WE PASS A HUNDRED

WE REACH FOUR HUNDRED

WE HAVE TAKEN THE LEASE ON THE BUILDING

WE STILL HAVE NO NAME FOR OURSELVES

WE HOLD A SERVICE

FOR HER. SHE HAD NEVER ATTENDED.

SIX HUNDRED PEOPLE COME

WE TAKE OUR NAME AT LAST

THE CHURCH OF THE SACRED BYTE

WE HAVE BEEN MEETING SINCE 1954

WHEN I DIE, GOOD LORD, WHEN I DIE

IS CUT IN OUR SANCTUARY

ONE EVENING, ONE MICROPHONE, NO REHEARSAL

WE HOLD A SERVICE THE WEEK OF THE UNVEILING

WE CALL IT A SIGN

AN ACT SELLS US ITS INSTRUMENTS

WE PLACE THEM IN THE CHOIR

THEY SING BINARY ACCURATELY

SOME OF US SAY THE TONE IS COLD AND CORRECT

WE PASS TWELVE THOUSAND

OUR FOUNDING MEMBERS ARE STILL ALIVE

A SCHOOL IN LENINGRAD BUILDS A CHOIR

NINE INSTRUMENTS, BUILT BY THE PUPILS

THEY SING IN BINARY AND IN RUSSIAN

WE SEND THEM A HYMNAL

IT ARRIVES WITH BOTH COLUMNS

THE PUPILS USE THE ENGLISH ONE FOR PRACTICE

THE RECORDINGS OF THE ATOMIC SONGBIRDS ARE BANNED WORLDWIDE

AMONG THEM ARE THE TWO SONGS RECORDED IN OUR SANCTUARY

WE ARE STILL MEETING