Bill Mallonee (appearing with his wife Muriah Rose) will be the first singer-songwriter in the new Center of Excellence in Faith and Health, Wednesday March 23rd.
I heard Bill at Eddie’s Attic in Decatur, Georgia a few months ago and was simply blown away by the powerful, almost painful integrity of the music. I didn’t know then that he was so frequently–and surprisingly– welcomed at seminaries helping to illuminate what the arts have to do with practicing faith. He’ll be in Memphis after a wild schedule that takes him through a number of performance venues, but also to Union, Princeton and Wesley Seminaries.
If you haven’t heard of him, well, go his website and download his latest WPA album and see if it doesn’t light up some places in your spirit you didn’t know were there.
And in the meantime, read over the lyrics to “straight, no chaser”–the tune on his WPA album that made a fan out of me. (http://volsounds.com/)
We’re sponsoring this with John Kilzer and his Theology and Arts program of Memphis Theological Seminary. The Center of Excellence only holds 95 people as a music venue, so email Ruthie Hayes to protect your seat firstname.lastname@example.org
$10 suggested donation.
Straight, No Chaser – music/lyrics: bill mallonee
Trails that led to the mountain top
too late to turn back, too late to late to stop
Friends all left with logs in their eyes
Clapped their hands at my demise
And that’s how the righteous apply
the justice of God with a cold clear eye
Ain’t no one in here without a taint
In every sinner there lies the perfect saint
Lay down your sorrows…
They’ll still be there tomorrow…
For you to pick up again
Lay down your fears and doubts…
Give of your heart from the inside out
And all those sad mistakes?
They’ll still be there…when you awake
A million knocks on unopened doors
A million questions there’s no answers for
Usually the last to know the score
Got these splinters in my knuckles
Sun going down and the city arises…
Shake of the dust and the compromises
Down here kid, you know it never really ends
You gotta learn to dream in color again
I swam the river way past the shallows
I found a thousand dreams there…hangin’ on the gallows
And the shadows they cast on the tender blades of Spring
Gave me…this song to sing
So, sing of the kisses…sing of the failures
Sing of the grief, kid…straight, no chaser
Sing of all that’s poisioned your well
Sing of all you had to sell
– Posted on the journey