SINGLES 2025

Ready For The Show

Inspired by Isaiah 2:4 (NIV)
He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war … anymore.

Gonna get my boys together
On a zoom call
To talk about their sisters
Family and all

Over by the river
There’s a great big block of land
Big enough for everyone
To make a final stand

So here we go
In Faith we row
Across that black lagoon
So here we go
Family in tow
And we’re ready
For the show

I asked for a stone
You gave me bread
I’m selfish and I am driven
Like the living dead

Lord against all odds
I became your son
Please make this last run
The best one

So Here we go
In Faith we row
Across that black lagoon
So here we go
Family in tow
And we’re ready
For the show

Beat your swords into ploughshares
Shoulders to the wheel
Spears into tuning forks
Let the broken hearted heal

So Here we go
In Faith we row
Across that black lagoon
So here we go
Family in tow
And we’re ready
For the show

Beat your swords into ploughshares
Shoulders to the wheel
Spears into tuning forks
Let the broken hearted heal

Music and Lyrics by John Morris
The Orchard/Sony/ATV music publishing

Worried Life Blues

Fear is the insidious architect of our demise, surfacing as debilitating anxiety and depression.
This song looks forward to a time when these powerful forces will not worry our lives … anymore.
Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV) Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

Well you made me weep
And you made me moan
Way you caused me to leave my
My happy home
But someday
You ain’t gonna worry my life anymore

Ya told ev’rybody
In your neighbourhood
What a dirty mistreater
Didn’t mean ya no good
But someday
You ain’t gonna worry my life anymore

When I had money
I had plenty-a friends
I ain’t got no money baby
Not even no friend
But someday
You ain’t gonna worry my life anymore

If I had money
Like Elon Musk
Well I’d party all night, baby
Sleep from dawn ’till dusk
But someday
Ya ain’t gonna worry my life anymore

Well you made me weep
And you made me moan
Way you caused me to leave my
My happy home
But someday
You ain’t gonna worry my life anymore

Music and lyrics by Fred McDowell and John Morris
Smithsonian Folkways/The Orchard music publishing

Only The Dead Can Sing

Oh death where is your sting?
Though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, it will not control our lives … anymore.
Inspired by Psalm 116:15 (NASB)
Precious in the sight of the Lord Is the death of His godly ones.

When my term is over
When my race is run
I’ll get myself together
And fly up to the son
I’ll swim the briny ocean
And climb the mountains high
And the choir will sing me over
El Shaddai — ai — ai
Our death is precious in His eyes
It’s a song that

Only the dead can sing
Only the dead can sing
Our death is precious in His eyes
Oh what a surprise

AI AMERICON
Bring us to our knees
You know you’re killing me
Slowly by decrees
You say better to rule a Post Fact World
Than to share in peace and harmony
But soon it will be over
El Shaddai — ai — ai
Our death is precious in His eyes
It’s a song that

Only the dead can sing
Only the dead can sing
Our death is precious in His eyes
It’s a song that
Only the dead can sing
Only the dead can sing
Our death is precious in His eyes
Oh what a surprise

One might be the head
And another might be the tail
I might be a Lion
And you might be a snail
We all fit together
In one big blended family
And now the dawn is breaking
El Shaddai — ai — ai
Our death is precious in His eyes
It’s a song that

Only the dead can sing
Only the dead can sing
Our death is precious in His eyes
It’s a song that
Only the dead can sing
Only the dead can sing
Our death is precious in His eyes
Oh what a surprise
Only the dead can sing
Only the dead can sing
Our death is precious in His eyes
It’s a song that
Only the dead can sing
Only the dead can sing
Our death is precious in His eyes
Oh what a surprise

Music and Lyrics by John Morris
The Orchard/Sony/ATV music publishing