Uploaded October 2022 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago

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An emo song about The Great Disappointment, when people in 1844 thought Jesus was coming back and he totally bailed.

From the album The American Songbook: Redacted
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Lyrics:

Spoken:
"Bible scholar William Miller convinced thousands that the End Times were upon us and his followers believed Christ’s second coming would happen in 1844.

It didn’t.

And the true believers were so distraught that people called it The Great Disappointment. Which is just so emo!"

Since you said you’re coming back
We’ve kept faith and we’ve kept track
You left clues to when you’d come
But they’re so vague and we feel dumb
Please hurry with your earthly reign
’Cause solving all these riddles hurts my brain

You sent signs, and we waited
On the day that we calculated
We’re here, where are you?
What the hell are we supposed to do
anymore, after 1844?

We tried to figure out your path
We read your books and did the math
Counting up from ancient days
We showed our work so many ways
I really hope the time is near
’Cause I did not plant any crops this year

We’re here and we’re ready
We can’t wait for the Armageddy
It’s time to return
So this stupid world won’t be our concern
anymore, after 1844

The Great Disappointment
God skipped his appointment
He bailed and we’re bumming
’Cause there was no second coming
Let’s just say we were right
And something happened out of our sight
So as long as we’re alive
We’ll say the day will soon arrive

Spoken:
"So the Millerites said they had the day right, but instead of the Second Coming something invisible happened in the spirit world to set it up. And it's still gonna happen. Any day."

We’re here, we’re not moving
When you believe there’s just no disproving
We’ll set dates if you dare us
And when we’re wrong we won’t be embarrassed
anymore, after 1844
1844
1844