The Room Tells Me

[Intro — Spoken, distant radio voice] I wasn’t looking for God. I was looking for the pattern. I was looking for the room. I was looking for the people who knew how to do their thing. And somehow— the door opened. [Choir — soft, old-record character] Jesus loves me, this I know For the Bible tells me so [Beat drops] [Verse 1] Everybody came carrying something Patrick had his Kenny had his Robert brought the weight of the dinner Sean brought the box Solomon brought the wilderness Stephen stood at the door Guarding the threshold Protecting the family Protecting the space And somehow the lesson wasn’t who gets in It was who are you when the door opens? [Choir] Jesus loves me, this I know For the Bible tells me so [Verse 2] I’ve been in rooms after the Super Bowl I’ve watched a team become a machine Not because everybody played the same position Because everybody knew their position That’s my thing. I don’t have to be the song I don’t have to be the technology I don’t have to be the chef I don’t have to be the scientist I find the frequency. I find the people. I build the room. Then I get out of the way. [Beat cuts — only piano] Maybe that’s what love does. Maybe that’s what Jesus meant. Not: Become like me. But: Become who you were made to be. [Choir — bigger] Jesus loves me, this I know For the Bible tells me so [Verse 3 — faster] Shope Creek Hollow Bone Basement full of frequencies Ancient questions Future technology Dolby in the lineage Stephen at the doorway Joda with the vision Kenny with the transmission Plant medicine Music Nature Art Food Story People Different tribes Different language Different history One room. One family. One frequency. [Break — whispered] And then somebody asked: What would you say to David Dolby? I’d say— Come see. Don’t believe me. Come see. [Choir — call and response] Jesus loves me— [Male voice] This I know. [Choir] For the Bible tells me so. [Male voice] And if the Bible tells me love— [Choir] Then love is the room. [Final Verse] Maybe the future isn’t coming. Maybe it’s already here. Maybe we’ve been walking through the pieces without realizing they’re pieces. A dog. A song. A basement. A book. A dragon. A frequency. A stranger. A door. A story nobody thought they could tell. And then— somebody finally says: You’re allowed to share it. [Final Choir — beautiful, distorted, massive] Jesus loves me, this I know For the Bible tells me so [Spoken — dry vocal] The Bible tells me love. The room tells me the same thing. Maybe that’s all the proof I need. [Tape stop]