Blues legend Charlie Sayles joins the Subsidiarity Project

More news from the Subsidiarity Project

Azar wrote: "We have two new releases. We are trying to revive the career of Charlie Sayles of Blues fame. He is 67. Charlie has a polished and experienced voice." See this YouTube: 

– it's a segment from a 2011 documentary called Times Like Deese. More at http://timeslikedeese.com/?p=musicians


Sad and Blue

This song was written in the spirit of the sanctifying grace that sorrow can offer. It will be featured on Charlie's next album. 

https://soundcloud.com/fetalrecordsmusic/sad-and-blue

Lyrics:

Woke up this morning
I was sad and blue
wondering what could be true
felt this way more than a few
Sad and blue is so true

Woe, my old friend comes and goes like the wind
see you in the morning light

Yesterday I gave all my best
now I just have to rest
Felt this way more than a few
Sad and blue is so true

Music and Lyrics ©2014 by Subsidiarity


The Call

This song's lyrics are from The Song of Solomon

Although this is a love song, it speaks more deeply about the delight God sees and will see in the faces of those who respond to His love, namely the Church.

https://soundcloud.com/fetalrecordsmusic/the-call-1

Lyrics:

Arise my love and come away
The rain is over and done

Let me see your face!
Let me see your face!

Music and Lyrics ©2014 by Subsidiarity

Bible source (NRSV):

Song of Solomon

The voice of my beloved!
   Look, he comes,
leaping upon the mountains,
   bounding over the hills. 
My beloved is like a gazelle
   or a young stag.
Look, there he stands
   behind our wall,
gazing in at the windows,
   looking through the lattice. 
My beloved speaks and says to me:
‘Arise, my love, my fair one,
   and come away; 
for now the winter is past,
   the rain is over and gone. 
The flowers appear on the earth;
   the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove
   is heard in our land. 
The fig tree puts forth its figs,
   and the vines are in blossom;
   they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
   and come away. 
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
   in the covert of the cliff,
let me see your face,
   let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
   and your face is lovely.'