Laysong

O but then what shall we sing?
Tell us
O but then what shall we sing now
As we gather together 
With a hard week going
And a hard week coming
To catch our breath?

Laysong
What relief can you bring?
Tell us
O what relief can you bring
Now that our souls are untethered
And nothing’s sacred
Or profane?
We’re out of breath
Laysong
Be our breather

What’s that about your lover?
I have a lover
Preach
What’s that about your troubled mind?
My mind is troubled and so is my lover’s
What’s that about the enemy?
I’ve had enough of him for the week so let’s
Drown out the enemy
Drown out the enemy
Listen we’re gonna drown out the enemy
Hup two three 
Laysingers gonna drown out the enemy
Drown out the enemy
Drown out the enemy 
What’s that about your lover?

O let your medicine ring
We need it
O let your medicine ring out
Over hell or high water
We hear you coming 
We pray you’re going
To catch our breath
Laysong
Be our breather 
Bring us together
Help us remember
Those with no breath left to sing

The Salt (In the Wounds) of the Earth - Part 1

Ha ha ha ha 
Ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
O look at you discover you’re afraid to die
As the lover on your left arm puts a baby in your right
Whatcha gonna do?

I’ve known better souls than yours to self-destruct
And lesser to find favor with the Lord above
Whatcha gonna do? 
Huh huh huh huh?
Huh huh huh?
Huh huh huh huh?

Good here’s the sinner’s prayer
A torch for the saved to bear
Through the darkness
Over all of the sinners there
Whoa keep your distance
Jesus
Tells his
Children to be
In the world not of it to protect their minds
From any thought of changing in these dangerous times
Whatcha gonna do?

Choose now and forever who you’re running from
Those savage nonbelievers or your Lord above
Whatcha gonna do? 
Huh huh huh huh?
Huh huh huh?
Huh huh huh huh?

The Salt (In the Wounds) of the Earth - Part 2

Sweet 
Jesus that was close
You really dodged a bullet
Guess everybody knows now
They’d better cut the bullshit

‘Cause you are the salt of the earth
Renouncing your savor
And they’ve become the church
Rubbing salt in the wounds of the earth
In the name of a savior
Who only seems to saves their sense of worth
As they haul off our neighbors
It may be time to weaponize the hurt
They have done
Say the word
And they’ll be as slugs to your salt of the earth

The Salt (In the Wounds) of the Earth - Part 3

There you go again
Judging
You gotta count to ten
Or something
I don’t know
Maybe take a couple deep breaths
Ahh
Like so

Look at all the ins and outs and call a mistrial
Where everybody wins

You know who needs a judge?
Judges
Go on tell ‘em
They ain’t the boss of us
Louder
Yeah
Let’s hear your gavel falling with a thud
That’s more like it

Everybody wins as long as no one loses
And that no one should be them

And so we run you heirs of peace aground

It’s hellish there unleash the hounds
To cover your retreat
And build a barricade around 
Your smoldering beliefs
You’re loathe to share because they’ve grown so soul-crushingly weak

And

When you’ve finished harvesting the fear we’ve sewn
We’ll lay for you a famine like you’ve never known
Whatcha gonna do?

We’ve helped better worlds than yours to self-destruct
You’ll all be singing what the godforsaken fuck
To no one from the bellies of your mobile phones
And we savor your damnation with our Lord below
Whatcha gonna do?
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Won’t You Come and Sing For Me

I feel the shadows now upon me
And the angels beckon to me
Before I go dear sisters and brothers
Won't you come and sing for me

Sing those hymns we sang together
In that plain little church with the benches all worn
How dear to my heart how precious the moments
We stood shaking hands and singing a song

My burden is heavy my way has grown weary
I have traveled a road that is long
And it would warm this old heart my dear brother
If you come and sing me one song

Sing those hymns we sang together
In that plain little church with the benches all worn
How dear to my heart how precious the moments
We stood shaking hands and singing a song

In my home beyond the dark river
Your sweet faces no more I will see
Until we meet where there's no more sad parting
Won't you come and sing for me

Sing those hymns we sang together
In that plain little church with the benches all worn
How dear to my heart how precious the moments
We stood shaking hands and singing a song