momma, your baby’s on the roof
momma, your baby’s on the roof
momma, your baby’s on the roof
and the wind’s a pickin’ up out there
a storm’s a comin’ soon
jailer, your captive’s on the loose
jailer, your captive’s on the loose
jailer, your captive’s on the loose
and you’d best be after him
before your master’s after you
i am
the rug beneath your feet
i am
prophet, priest, and king
i am
the comfort of the least of these
but i am nothing to you
if not everything you need
lender, your greed’s a growin’ teeth
lender, your greed’s a growin’ teeth
lender, your greed’s a growin’ teeth
and you’d best release it soon
or you may never be released
libertine, your freedom ain’t for real
libertine, your freedom ain’t for real
libertine, your freedom ain’t for real
for after every good time you find
you find it harder yet to feel
i am
the rug beneath your feet
i am
prophet, priest, and king
i am
the comfort of the least of these
but i am nothing to you
if not everything you need
shepherd, your flock is standing still
shepherd, your flock is standing still
shepherd, your flock is standing still
why you in the wilderness
when there’s a pasture o’er the hill?
British folk musician Tom Nash built these delicate and moving songs around a broken harmonium, allowing its limitations to open up worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2021
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