Love for Sam Beam

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"Sodom, South Georgia"

by Iron & Wine

Papa died smiling
Wide as the ring of a bell
Gone all star white
Small as a wish in a well
And Sodom, South Georgia
Woke like a tree full of bees
Buried in Christmas
Bows and a blanket of weeds

Papa died Sunday and I understood
All dead white boys say, "God is good"
White tongues hang out, "God is good"

Papa died while my
Girl Lady Edith was born
Both heads fell like
Eyes on a crack in the door
And Sodom, South Georgia
Slept on an acre of bones
Slept through Christmas
Slept like a bucket of snow

Papa died Sunday and I understood
All dead white boys say, "God is good"
White tongues hang out, "God is good"

I have an unimaginable love for this song. The respect I have for Sam Beam to craft something so simple, compact and beautiful... the song never fails to open doors to the day when my own father passed, yet I can recall it with a tinge of beauty thanks to this song.

One day I'll thank Sam Beam personally for that.

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I just saw them last month, great show, the most mellow concert I've ever seen