La Dispute - 03 - St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues (Wildlife)

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• published: 23 Sep 2011
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This is the third song off La Dispute's new album "Wildlife". Lyrics: Stained-glass and the choir sing out that strong and ceaseless chorus here. So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street. On Eastern, a celebration carried on for God and hope and refuge To keep each other, life; give shelter from the storm. And keep warm. The congregation gathers outside in the parking lot, each service done They keep the old hymn rolling on and on and I see the scene in color each day driving out to Eastown, That old abandoned church and have I gone the same sad way? Have I 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 black 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 hundreds, Soon one more cell phone store. For years they gathered here 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 drive by, How a home of stone and a house so holy Grows so empty over time. What gave those people purpose Past death approaching constantly Now left to crumble slowly, Now left to wither with the weeds. Now left to ice and vandals, The 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 patching cracks, 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. If you like it, please support this amazing band http://nosleepstore.com/artist/la-dispute Shameless self-advertising http://www.youtube.com/user/NoSkidsDaddy http://noskidsdaddy.bandcamp.com/ http://www.facebook.com/pages/No-Skids-Daddy/156869541033645