R.F.Sinclair

(Verse 1)
The tempo's dragging, the sound's too low
Our music's lost its fire and glow
We need that Memphis rhythm to restore
The soulful vibe we felt before
(Chorus)
Too many solos, not enough band
Where did all the soul go, where's the sound we understand
Let the folk who can sing, sing more about rock and roll
I miss those songs about Memphis, the kind that touch the soul
(Verse 2)
We used to sing about Memphis
And how to drive an old truck
Flare-out jeans and not giving a damn
Where did all that attitude go, man
(Chorus)
Too many solos, not enough band
Where did all the soul go, where's the sound we understand
Let the folk who can sing, sing more about rock and roll
I miss those songs about Memphis, the kind that touch the soul
(Bridge)
The old blue suede shoes, and the country roads
The songs that gave us chills, and lifted up our souls
Bring back the music that we used to know
And let the rhythm take control
(Chorus)
Too many solos, not enough band
Where did all the soul go, where's the sound we understand
Let the folk who can sing, sing more about rock and roll
I miss those songs about Memphis, the kind that touch the soul
(Outro)
Oh, bring back the songs about Memphis
The kind that touch the soul
Bring back the music that we used to know
And let the rhythm take contro

Verse 1
You crowned me with your silver doubt
Lit your faith, then snuffed it out
You liked me meek till I found my flame
Now I’m the prayer that won’t behave
Your rosary swings, I hum along
Every sin becomes a song
Pre-Chorus
You wanted mercy ,I gave you might
Now you flinch when I turn to light
Chorus
I’m your Broken Mary, barefoot and wild
Saint of the sinner, mother of denial
You call it grace, I call it war
You kneel, I don’t anymore
I’m your Broken Mary, still divine
Halo cracked but the glow’s still mine
Verse 2
You built your faith on my restraint
But every savior learns to taint
You wanted quiet ,I gave you sound
Now I’m the gospel underground
You kiss the guilt, I wear the crown
And every fall still counts as found
Pre-Chorus
You wanted peace , gave you proof
That heaven’s just a point of view
Chorus
I’m your Broken Mary, barefoot and wild
Saint of the sinner, mother of denial
You call it grace, I call it war
You kneel, I don’t anymore
I’m your Broken Mary, still divine
Halo cracked but the glow’s still mine
Bridge
My lips are wine, my hands are clay
I turn your nights to holy days
You wanted faith , I gave you flame
Now every whisper sounds like my name
Final Chorus
I’m your Broken Mary, born from ache
The god you made but couldn’t take
You call it sin, I call it art
You paint the cross, I play the part
I’m your Broken Mary, still divine
Your faith was yours, but the fire’s mine
Outro
Bless the storm, forget the sky
Even saints get to defy