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Tomato Song is the new single from meka

Release link: https://idol-io.ffm.to/tomatosong
meka on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/singingblackhole/

meka, the musical project of Melissa Lingo, blends introspective indie folk with intricate fingerpicking influenced by Nick Drake and Vashti Bunyan. A self-taught multi-instrumentalist, meka explores themes of grief, hope, and nature. Raised in a mountain town dedicated to astronomy, her music reflects a fascination with the cosmos and ecology, shaped by travel and solitude. Her songs turn life’s pain into ethereal beauty, like candlelight in dark corners.

Contact: info@dumontdumont.com

meka - Tomato Song

[Verse 1]

He passed a man sleeping on the ground
On his way to church, in his suit and crown
Dropped a check in the plate, said a practiced prayer
But never saw the pain lying right there

[Chorus]

I don't need a pew to pray
Don’t need a plate to give away
I’ve found God in dirty hands
Helping out my fellow man
So if I give, let it be real
Not out of guilt, but what I feel
Don’t count my tithes or time I’ve stayed—
Love ain’t measured by what you’ve paid

[Verse 2]

You can't buy your way to heaven’s door
It’s not a fee, it’s something more
Ten percent like a holy tax
A ritual that faith can’t mask

He prayed at noon like checking a box
Then locked his gate, ignored the knocks
But God’s not hiding in a steeple high—
He walks the street, looks you in the eye

[Chorus]

I don't need a pew to pray
Don’t need a plate to give away
I’ve found God in dirty hands
Helping out my fellow man
So if I give, let it be real
Not out of guilt, but what I feel
Don’t count my tithes or time I’ve stayed—
Love ain’t measured by what you’ve paid

[Verse 3]

I’ve seen churches feed and shelters rise
Hearts made whole under sacred skies
But giving ain’t just rows and songs
It’s what you do when the crowd is gone

[Bridge]

Don’t tell me faith is polished shoes
Or bills dropped in a velvet pew
It’s love you give with no receipt
And kindness growing like a seed

[Final Chorus]

I don't need a pew to pray
Don’t need a plate to give away
I’ve found grace in lending hands
Feeding hope where no one stands
So if I give, let it be real
The kind of love that makes wounds heal
Plant the good, let mercy lead—
What we give becomes the seed

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