12) Father of Lies (4:39) [Jana: vocals; Math: guitar, recorder, bass, next vocals; Martha: ukulele, banjo, drumming, jaw harp]
lyrics
Knock knock knock someone I didn’t invite but his odors are sweet I let him in for tonite
Tricks ‘n’ sticks ‘n’ stones ‘n’ thrown away hope, If I allow this approach clean my mouth out with soap
You don’t deserve a single word but I let you back for seconds ‘n’ thirds
Lord clear my table of these unwanted guests, My company unblessed, Yr wine’s thee best
He’s the father of lies, We’re daughters of skies, Our modesty tries to meet the most high
Sometimes we find our mind has his spies, Unbind the ties, Unblind the eyes
He calls us in He calls you sin
Guardian angels have found us asleep
See then the demons are letting us be
Sister, Saint Michael won’t let us be reached | Protected whether or not we believe | Round ‘n’ round ‘n’ round a rosary
See then the demons are letting us be | See then the demons are letting us free
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021