Mamma saw her son givin’ speeches
Daddy thought he’d fill the bleachers
His voice was sure strong and his legs long
He could’ve done either one to suit him
Ten years ago he could have laid tar
Twenty past he could have made cars
This far north, the colored boys had a choice
Before the jobs and people left
Glory’s Momma had her son to sit down
They had a talk—covered ground
She got him thinking about his future
What was next? He wasn’t too sure
He went for a walk down the block just to clear his mind
Looking for some answers to find
Glory’s head hung so low
His heavy soul could take no more
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Late that May a man came by
Offerin’ kids a chance to fly
He said, “Let’s be clear, just sign right here
And you’ll be all you can be!”
Glory had decided in a minute
If there’s action he wanted it
Nothin’ to loose and fame to gain
Right then he became a man
When Glory told his folks he was leavin’
Even Pops couldn’t help weepin’
Mamma tried to stay strong
Told Glory, “So long”
Mamma sent her boy a letter each week
Daddy cut war articles to keep
But when that call came they won’t prepared
All that man said was, “Glory’s dead.”
This latest album from the Canadian artist has the potent sound of an electronic artist at the peak of their pop powers. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 2, 2023