The Black Angels, Drone, Rock, Religion, LGBTQ
One of 9 songs co-administered by Position Music.
by Mike Maimone
He calls to invite us, sits down right beside us
“All God’s children,” he’ll say
“are wheat in the thicket, righteous among wicked,
and gathered on harvest day.”
His apt congregation, from chalkboard invitation
“All drifters welcome ashore!”
The fruit of my seed has been declared a weed
and I am invited no more.
Aren’t we delighted to be the Uninvited?!
Expelled to the Church of the Truth
His prison of preaching, the primer he’s been teaching
he would be uninvited, he should be uninvited, too
Aren’t we delighted – we, the Uninvited!
Love, unconditional, true
The righteous, the honest – come lay your sins upon us
and you’ll be uninvited, too