Jessye DeSilva "Sundays" (Mouth Rot Live Session)

Words and Music, Jessye DeSilva
"There is a Fountain" (hymn, traditional (lyrics adapted) W. Cowper and L. Mason)
Voice, piano, Jessye DeSilva
Guitar, Daniel Yoong

Jessye DeSilva (they/them) is a folk pop singer songwriter, currently based out of Boston, MA. Their lyrically rich Americana music has its head in the clouds and its feet firmly planted in the dirt. Recently named one of American Songwriter’s “10 LGBTQ+ Artists You Should Know,” Jessye has also received critical acclaim for their recent EP “Hover” from outlets such as Country Queer and Audiofemme, who praised the record for its “boldness in melody, lyrics, production, and vocal prowess.”

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Daniel Yoong is a multi-talented musician, performing as "Thisis. DY" for his solo creative work. Whether it's session recording, film scoring, or just about any other musical endeavor, Daniel does it all!

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Recorded 07/21/2021 in Weymouth MA

Directed and Edited by Josh Goodman
Filmed by Reel 58
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Sundays (lyrics)

My father's face looked different on Sundays
Religion was the job he settled for
I'd dress up for the lion's den in pleated pants and squeaky shoes
My mother's jaw would set itself for war.

I tried to blend into the old piano
Pedals barely reached with tiny shoes.
Praying for the blood to douse the flames of secret sins
Musty rugs and dusty wooden pews.

Chorus:
Burning bushes, weeping stones
I never felt more all alone.
Sitting timid as a mouse
A guest in god almighty's house.
If I was good enough for heaven, maybe this could feel like home.

Now my faith felt like a thing with scars and bulletholes
And fellowship meant being on display.
Resent and indignation served with iced tea and baked beans
Smiles laced with bitterness and shame.

The father's house I'm told has many rooms
But no one likes to talk about the fee.
Accommodations don't quite match the cost of room and board
for good old fashioned sinners just like me.

There is a fountain filled with blood
drawn from Emmanuel's veins
And folks who bathe beneath that flood
get stuck with guilt and shame

(Chorus)

Now I've learned to try to see myself unclouded.
I've lived with scarlet letters on my chest.
Too long a time with pleasure came the hot flush of regret
I've hid between the margins, sung hosannah's with the rest.
I killed the fatted calf to make amends for what I lacked,
But truth, I've found's the thing that tastes the best.

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