Take the Long Way Home - Sunday 8 PM

I got it sleepin’ rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my people’s pain I got it makin’ flowers, growin’ hearts of stone I got it ’cause I always took the long way home I got it sleepin’ rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning […]

The Garden - Sunday 8 PM

Beg you listen me, don’t be kissing me ’til I’m done Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It’s nice. My world is everything I’ve become Contained in the […]

God Is a DJ - Sunday 8 PM

This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It’s a natural grace Of watching young life shape It’s in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church (3x) This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It’s in the world I become […]

Hour of Need - Sunday 8 PM

You know that I’m foolish, playing king for a day I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I’m scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There’s a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I’ll be there, yes […]

Hem of His Garment - Sunday 8 PM

Maxi Jazz in background: …wish he was a man Pauline: Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Maxi Jazz in background: …in a dream… Pauline: To be proud has never been so mean, so hard, so strange, so cruel Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem […]

Why Go? - Sunday 8 PM

Don’t go I didn’t know you’d be here, and I wasn’t meant to come. I’d be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I’d missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) […]

Postcards - Sunday 8 PM

Dido: My love has gone His boots no longer by my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go [Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys’ Jack The Lad] Maxi Jazz: New York, New York, temperature’s droppin’ The band’s out shoppin’, not stoppin’ ’til ears pop Cops protect […]

Bring My Family Back - Sunday 8 PM

I’m on lonely street age nearly three Recently Mama’s crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say […]

She’s My Baby - Sunday 8 PM

Maxi Jazz: Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin’ me twitchin’, I’m itchin’ to be kissin’ you But discipline is the rule, so I sit my own juicy [??] in that cool sheet Irresistible We fool around twice a week, she make me weak Nice […]

Killer’s Lullaby - Sunday 8 PM

I’m sittin’ at a coffee table, unable to see straight Watchin’ parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene’s bleak Another train leavin’ home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin’ in A sky, made of stone Everybody’s leavin’ home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight […]