St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues La Dispute
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[Verse 1]
Stained-glass and the choir sing out
That strong and ceaseless chorus here
So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street
On Easter, 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?
[Verse 2]
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 back
Might not ever
Stained-glass and the choir sing out
That strong and ceaseless chorus here
So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street
On Easter, 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?
[Verse 2]
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 back
Might not ever
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