Mellow

Bad Astronaut - Linoleum

Chris and Thomas "Broken Chair"

Bryan John Appleby — Honey Jars

They meet behind the old feed store
Where the town don’t tend to go no more


Earl plays spoons, Hank brings a jug
Lena belts like she once knew love
Billy Joe taps the beat on his cast
Each voice cracked like a weathered mast

We're the Dry County Choir
Singin’ grace through barbed-wire throats
Found salvation in an old flat tire
And mercy in borrowed coats
Ain’t no steeple, but we stand just fine
Holdin’ pitch in a busted line
Not divine, we're the Dry County Choir

They don’t sell liquor inside these lines
But the past still pours from our blood like wine
We don’t drink no more, we testify
With a harmony that’ll make God cry

We're the Dry County Choir
Swappin’ sins for secondhand songs
Every verse rises a little higher
Till the guilt don’t feel so wrong
Ain’t no pulpit, but we’ve got this shed
Where the ghosts' forget and the living ain’t dead
Least not yet, we're the Dry County Choir

The sheriff don’t ask, the preacher don’t come
But the cornfield listens when the singing’s done

We’re the Dry County Choir
Hymns from the lost and tired
We bend our shame into gospel fire
And burn it slow on a busted wire
Ain’t no altar but the dirt we own
Ain’t no heaven like singing alone
We attone, we're the Dry County Choir

Dry County Choir... Dry County Choir...

Dry County Choir

The Woman in my Life (Take 1)

Accepting who you are
Isn’t that what
It’s all about?
Not taking
Your truth
And running it through
That doubt
The task at hand
Is where we stand
Understanding the lies
That misguide
As we try and try
To deal with 
What’s not real.
Forgive to live
Act to create
Your path
Plan, so you can stand.
Participate
While you communicate.
Pause
But don’t hold back.
Take flight
And let go 
Of the fright.
Be in the now
You will know how.
Be a writer
Not a fighter
Stand up 
To stand down
Listen to learn
And learn to listen
Isn’t that 
What’s missing?
See the path
And avoid the rath
Release the mind
Release the body
Now its time
to embody
Let go of the grief
Dissipate the sin
Be ready to experience
What’s within
Seek and find
What’s real
Look at your work
And say
That’s no big deal
Speak not of profanity
And don’t lean
to insanity
Don’t listen to the lie
Listen to what’s inside
It’s the doubt
That splits
It’s time to shift
Shift away
And be in the day
To look and say
This is the way.

THE TASK AT HAND__

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