Lament of the Fallen and Lost

funk, Warm Hammond organ through a lush rotary swirl, medium-up tempo groove with walking bass pedals and tight jazz drums, Verses sit in a smoky soul-jazz pocket, sparse guitar comps and soft ride cymbal, Chorus blooms with gospel-flavored Hammond swells, punchy backbeat, and stacked call-and-response male vocals, rising to a gritty, testifying climax before easing into a reflective outro vamp, rhythmic, warm, jazzy, soulful

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[Verse 1] Stained glass shadows on the floor Names carved small in the back church door I trace each letter with a trembling thumb Trying to remember where I came from [Chorus] This is the lament of the fallen and lost Hearts gone quiet Counting up the cost Crying out low in an old church loft Sing our names Don’t let us be forgot Lament of the fallen and lost [Verse 2] Suit coat frayed at the right-hand seam Pocket full of ticket stubs and failed schemes I wear my chances like a crooked tie Half‑mast hope But I still ask why [Chorus] This is the lament of the fallen and lost Hearts gone quiet Counting up the cost Crying out low in an old church loft Sing our names Don’t let us be forgot Lament of the fallen and lost [Bridge] If there’s a table for the broke and bruised (hey) Pull up a chair for every bad excuse Let all the wanderers hum along Till regret turns rough into a healing song [Chorus] This is the lament of the fallen and lost Hearts gone quiet Counting up the cost Crying out low in an old church loft Sing our names Don’t let us be forgot Lament of the fallen and lost (oh) Lament of the fallen and lost

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