Song of the Week: The Sully - February 29, 2020
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Download Chris Thile\\u2019s Song of the Week from our February 29, 2020 show, \\u201cThe Sully\\u201d (originally from September 14, 2019). The band: Chris Thile, Sarah Jarosz, Mike Elizondo, Eric Doob, Armand Hirsch, Gabriel Kahane, Jeremy Kittel.
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\\n\\nLyrics:
\\n\\nThis is the Sully\\u2014
\\n\\n\\u2014As fine a ship as you
\\ncan sail from Le Havre France to New
\\nYork of a mild October
\\nin the year of our lord
\\n1832
\\n\\nBlessed be the quiet mind\\u2014
\\n\\n\\u2014such as wielded by a Sully
\\npassenger named Samuel F.B
\\nMorse the nearly famous artist
\\ncoming up for air post
\\nyears of work and study
\\n\\nQuiet be the weary mind
\\nThat hovers o\\u2019er the water\\u2014
\\n\\n\\u2014grateful to be homeward borne by true and perfect boredom
\\nHallowed be its name
\\n\\u2018Cause\\u2014
\\n\\n\\u2014weary be the troubled mind
\\nThat hovers o\\u2019er the water
\\nWith its lonely sons and daughter
\\nOn the shore ahead
\\nAnd on the shore behind
\\nSo much unfinished business
\\nBut there ain\\u2019t a cure for distance
\\nSave a long long time
\\n\\nTick tick ticking several decks
\\nbelow in steerage next to less-
\\nconsidered travelers nothing
\\nbut their fevers running
\\nwild from bed to bed
\\nTo bed
\\n\\nQuiet be their weary minds
\\nBetween the old and new world
\\nNo more to seek approval
\\nFrom the loved ones wedded to the shore behind
\\nCalling \\u201cy\\u2019all are gonna miss us,
\\nUnless you find the cure for distance\\u201d
\\n\\n\\u2014and in that instant
\\nThere it is
\\nA ceaseless current
\\nA boundless grid
\\nA prayer a potion
\\nWith form and function
\\nTo deliver us
\\nTo each other
\\nFrom each other
\\n\\nRacing be the blessed mind
\\nTo a future long imagined
\\nBright with glory, fame and fortune
\\nIt had left for dead
\\nOn the shore behind
\\nJedidiah are you listening
\\nYour son has found a cure for distance
\\n\\nAnd blessed be his quiet mind
\\nThat hears the roaring of an instant
\\nGod hath wrought the cure for distance
\\nAnd that cure is mine
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