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I Dreamed
06:40
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I dreamed you were a mother
coming home from an abortion
I dreamed you were a warrior
home from Vietnam
there was something you were missing
I dreamed you were a teenager
drunk driving down the freeway
in the arms of a semi
waiting to crash and burn
there was something you were just about to learn
I dreamed...
I dreamed you were a colonial home in flames at the foundation
while your grandma in the attic waits to be rescued
or heard
I’ll die if my children die
I’ll die if their dreams don’t survive
they are my heart and soul
when you kill there’s a body
when you kill there’s a body
when you kill there’s a body
when you kill…
America you dreamed my mixed-blood body to your shores
before they were yours
Chinaman,
Puritan, German immigrant,
Irish, Catholic, free
Negro slave, interned Japanese, Jewish refugee, free
Mexican body in the sand
Syrian body in the waters
America you dreamed my mixed-blood body to your shores
before they were yours
and when it all comes out
this trail you forge
this trail is tears
and blood
red blood
I dreamed...
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2. |
Dzhokhar
02:53
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260 wounded by fate wrapped in a backpack
of senseless hate
18 limbs shed
3 humans dead
in the bombs at the finish line
there but by god’s grace go I
there but by god’s grace go I
there but by god’s grace go I
a teenage boy hides in a boat
waiting to get shot as he scrawls a note
America, an eye for an eye
your acts of war aren’t behind us
whichever of us should meet god first
will quench our justice thirst
or take the early train to hell
there but by god’s grace go I
there but by god’s grace go I
7 women, 5 men
locked in the courtroom deciding
autopsies and videotape they’re watching
what kind of bond is this?
glutting our eyes on death
for 15 hours Dzokhar waits
his lack of remorse sealed his fate
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I've got a river of life flowing out of me
Makes the lame to walk and the blind to see
Opens prison doors, sets the captives free
I've got a river of life flowing out of me
Spring up a well
into my soul
Spring up a well
and make me whole
Spring up a well
and give to me
that life abundantly
Up on Jordan's shores we will dance all day
we won't have no tears
they've been wiped away
so shake off all your fear,
shake off all your fright
Come on, Christian, dance!
dance with all your might
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4. |
Single in December
04:51
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I'm single in December and now that I remember how much it sucks
I try to erase those 31 days from my google calendar but my iphone overrode me
Apple Corporation must really hate single people
Those damn boyscouts again
Christmas tree fundraiser, they've suckered me in
but without another person it should come as no surprise
that when loading my tree that bungee snapped me in the eye
In this wannabe socialist state where everyone in need finds a place
what would it take to pay a couple hundred bureaucrats
to set up a system
ten percent efficient
take care of my needs, oh Mass mother
and give me
A state issued lover
helps me get through December
I need a state issued lover
just like every other that comes and goes
Oh you could take me to the movies or just watch TV
or if you're totally desperate, a date at the DMV
Forget all those parties where we'd rather not be
my half-hearted partner and me
or we could play checkers by the fireside
drinking eggnog and shots until you say goodnight
and when you get up to go you lean in for that drunk kiss
and we both kinda miss
but that's all right
No illusions of grandeur about the government standard
state-insignificant other
cuz he's just
my state issued lover...
And when January comes and we go our separate ways
fill out our online forms so the bureaucrats get paid
I'll let the government know that you'd been totally great
though I wouldn't go out past our expiration date
And as you say goodbye you hand me that gift
so thoughtfully found on my Amazon wish list
a Brookstone back massager
cuz I won't get touched no more
by my state-issued lover
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5. |
All Cry Glory
05:39
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Excerpted from Psalm 29.
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6. |
We Want All the Sundays
05:07
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Well I visited your church full of immigrants
your worship leader looked and sang like Chris Tomlin
and you preached a 45 minute sermon
and it was...boring
You were talking about telling the truth
you tried to make it relevant to our issues
like paying our taxes when they're due
and topics relevant to dudes like you
but you didn't really help us know how to tell the truth
when we always get groped at TSA
How do we tell the truth about abuse?
Oh don't worry
I like you
This is not about you
it's just a song about un-woke white dudes
Well I went to the wedding of a beaming bride
You could feel the whole church pulse with joy and pride
until you started speaking on Ephesians 5
(every single lady kinda wanted to die)
You were talking about the mystery
of how wives should submit
and when the going gets rough, grit your teeth and commit
(I think the Holy Spirit inspired me to vomit)
cuz I know there's so much more to matrimony than this
but I might have to search outside this church
to feel the love tonight, feel the love tonight
Oh don't worry
I like you
This is not about you
it's just a song about
It's just a song about depressing wedding preaching like yours
It's just a song about church-sanctioned sexism
We want all the Sundays
Not just any Sunday
All those stolen Sundays
We want them back!
I talked to a witch the other day
who had sold her cross necklace for a broomstick, a broomstick
To find spiritual power and do magic tricks
feels a whole lot better than always getting fixed
She had wanted to ascend to the highest level
but the priests had always told her they looked more like Jesus than she did
that to feed people God she'd have to be a man
Well, trans don't fly in that kind of church
so her spirit couldn't go sky high
If you wanna build a glass ceiling, be prepared to say goodbye
Oh don't worry
I like you
This is not about you
it's just a song about
It's just a song about
all these things I'm thinking about
it's just a song about justifiably angry feminism
We want all the Sundays...
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7. |
Sing, Barren Woman!
03:33
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Lyrics taken from Isaiah 54.
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The Feminarians Boston, Massachusetts
The Feminarians are five friends who met at seminary. Bring out the Bodies is a compilation of songs created while hashing out theology and justice. We dedicate this compilation to anyone still awaiting justice, and thank Jesus for leading the way to a world in which no body’s end is a forgotten grave. ... more
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