I dig your subtle chages, wasaelder.
One congo I attended would just fly by the seat of their pants at times when it came to songs. I remember arguing with an elder, in righteous theocratic indignation, that the Society has picked these certain songs to be sung because they are reflective of the material at that night's meeting, so we ought to follow the KM. he said "Eh, a song's a song, what does it matter?" That elder ended up dying from a brain tumor about 7 or 8 years later. The strange things you remember......