La Dispute St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues Lyrics
Stained-glass and the choir sing out that strong and ceaseless
Wildlife Track Listing
1 A Departure
2 Harder Harmonies
3 St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues
4 Edit Your Hometown
5 A Letter
6 Safer in the Forest/Love Song for Poor Michigan
7 The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit
8 A Poem
9 King Park
10 Edward Benz, 27 Times
11 I See Everything
12 A Broken Jar
13 All Our Bruised Bodies and the Whole Heart Shrinks
14 You and I in Unison
So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street.
On Eastern, a celebration carried on for God and hope and
To keep each other, life; give shelter from the storm. And
The congregation gathers outside in the parking lot, each
They keep the old hymn rolling on and on and
The scene in color each day driving out to Eastown,
Abandoned church and have I gone the same sad way?
Gone the same sad way?
Through the sixties flourished and the
Seventies in flux.
The eighties fluctuate each year unclear of when
The money would dry up.
And when the nineties violent crime and
Rising unemployment rates came by
That parking lot grew dim and thin
Of sinners and saints
Until the voices, unceasing, slowly faded to
Until the weeds stormed the concrete from unattended cracks.
It had to know, had to feel that glory never coming back,
Like I could feel it when the passion left, the last of what I had,
It had to know like I knew.
And I can't find it still.
Might not ever.
Ten years now standing vacant.
Ten years on empty, maybe more.
Once held the faith of
Soon one more cell phone store.
For years they
Inside the building sound and true
To sing their
Praises to a god that gave them hope
To carry on, to carry through.
So, I've been thinking about that,
Sometimes go slow when I
How a home of stone and a house so holy
Empty over time.
What gave those people purpose
Now left to crumble slowly,
Now left to
Wither with the weeds.
Now left to ice and vandals,
Advent candles long since gone,
The old foundation shifting hard,
The concrete overgrown, but
That stained-glass window sits
Untouched amongst the brickwork worn,
A symbol of the beauty only
Perfect at that moment we were born.
And just the other day I swear
I saw a man there
Pulling weeds out of the concrete, sweeping up and
I saw him lift a rag to wash the years of filth
From off those windows.
Made me wonder if there's anyone like that
For you and me and
Anybody else who broke and lost hope. Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS