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Matriarch (For Gladis)
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Mama is cookin we’ve all gathered around
Gathered our troubles, our sins and our prayers
Blessed by the notes in the hymns that she sings
And the words that she offers as we all linger there
She says…
You’ve given your best
And I know you are hurting
Hurting and hungry, and tired of trying
And I’ve endless love for my sons and my daughters
So maybe it’s time you come home
Gladis is working to feed all her children
And the children of others who have fallen from grace
Blessed by her prayers and the food at her table
And the words that she offers in the warmth of that place
She says
You’ve given your best
And I know you are hurting
Hurting and hopeless, and tired of trying
I’ve endless love for all sons and all daughters
Maybe it’s time you come home
I’ll fly away someday
Children, I’ll fly away someday
And on my wind, you can all fly away
Cuz we’ve all gotta take flight someday
In her bed she is singing of love and of pain
And the memories she clings to, though she’s losing that fight
She’s blessed by the comforting hymns of her children
And the words the Lord offers as she enters his light
He says
You’ve given your best
And I know you are hurting
Hurting and humble, and tired of trying
And I’ve endless love for my sons and my daughters
Maybe it’s time you come home
Mama, it’s time to come home
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If Neil Young and Ani DiFranco made a baby while listening to the Moody Blues in Van Morrison's basement, then abandoned it to be raised by Dave Matthews, that baby would be DJ, Isle of Stipe.
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