You saw me crying in the chapel
The tears I shed were tears of joy
I know the meaning of contentment
Now I'm happy with the Lord
Just a plain and simple chapel
Where humble people go to pray
I pray the Lord that I'll grow stronger
As I live from day to day
I've searched (I've searched) and I've searched (I've searched)
But I couldn't find
No way on earth to gain peace of mind
Now I'm happy in the chapel
Where people are of one accord (One accord)
Yes, we gather in the chapel
Just to sing and praise the Lord
You'll search (You'll search) and you'll search (You'll search)
But you'll never find
No way on earth to gain peace of mind
Take your troubles to the chapel
Get down on your knees and pray (Knees and pray)
Then your burdens will be lighter
And you'll surely find the way (And you'll surely find the way)

[Chorus]
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun

[Verse 1]
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
A knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope

[Refrain]
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart

[Verse 2]
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
A fight, a bet, the flange of a bow
The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, a drop, the end of the tale
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The sound of a gun in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A hank, a quail, the promise of spring
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[Refrain]
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp or a stain
A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule
In the distance, the shelves rode three shadows of blue

[Refrain]
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart

[Chorus]
A stick, a stone, the end of the road
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run
[Refrain]
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart

Darlin' you can count on me
'Til the sun dries up the sea
Until then, I'll always be devoted to you
I'll be yours through endless time
I'll adore your charm sublime
Guess by now you know that I'm devoted to you
I'll never hurt you
I'll never lie
I'll never be untrue
I'll never give you reason to cry
I'd be unhappy if you were blue
Through the years my love will grow
Like a river, it will flow
It can't die because I'm so devoted to you
I'll never hurt you
I'll never lie
I'll never be untrue
I'll never give you reason to cry
I'd be unhappy if you were blue
Through the years my love will grow
Like a river, it will flow
It can't die because I'm so devoted to you

Written by Boudleaux Bryant

It is surprisingly common for artists to revisit a cover song years later, often to radically change the arrangement or to update the recording for a different stage of their career.

2 Songs from my friend Terry

Pastor Thomas Lee Barrett Jr. (born 1944) is an American Pentecostal preacher and gospel musician whose 1970s recordings became cult classics after being rediscovered by the hip-hop community in the 2010s. Based on Chicago's South Side, he is the longtime leader of the Life Center Church of God in Christ.

The song sounds different because it refuses refinement. It captures belief under strain, recorded close to the moment of its expression. What you’re hearing is not gospel as genre, but gospel as lived pressure—communal, imperfect, and unresolved.

Gal Costa was a transformative Brazilian singer and a central figure of the Tropicália movement. Renowned for her versatile mezzo-soprano voice, she bridged the gap between traditional Brazilian rhythms like bossa nova and the experimental sounds of psychedelic rock and pop.

I personally enjoy her Intimate, stripped-down delivery. Her vocal expression is fragile and touching.

The song Lágrimas Negras is off her album Cantar, which is not available on streaming; however, you can find the record on YouTube, unfortunately, without the great song Lágrimas Negras

https://youtu.be/0iZ_Te5CKVE?si=1IScX6CjoYPdb1Im

Jazz

Homage to Dima.

Thank you sir.

MADE IN THE USA

Beastie boys, NWA, Boogie Down Productions are also worth checking out.

'"Some random 80s R&B soul and Funk songs I enjoy"

These two gentleman have written of some of my favorite songs, including Blue Moon, a song sung by both Elvis and Dean Martin. They must have received God's grace.

Originally dedicated to Houston Texas music.

Plus two: https://youtu.be/ah6rnjWEFB4

https://youtu.be/K0iGYlKP3UQ