The Sully - September 14, 2019

Chris Thile’s Song of the Week from our September 14, 2019 show, “The Sully.” The band: Chris Thile, Sarah Jarosz, Mike Elizondo, Eric Doob, Armand Hirsch, Gabriel Kahane, Jeremy Kittel. — Lyrics: This is the Sully— —As fine a ship as you can sail from Le Havre France to New York of a mild October in the year of our lord 1832 Blessed be the quiet mind— —such as wielded by a Sully passenger named Samuel F.B Morse the nearly famous artist coming up for air post years of work and study Quiet be the weary mind That hovers o’er the water— —grateful to be homeward borne by true and perfect boredom Hallowed be its name ‘Cause— —weary be the troubled mind That hovers o’er the water With its lonely sons and daughter On the shore ahead And on the shore behind So much unfinished business But there ain’t a cure for distance Save a long long time Tick tick ticking several decks below in steerage next to less- considered travelers nothing but their fevers running wild from bed to bed To bed Quiet be their weary minds Between the old and new world No more to seek approval From the loved ones wedded to the shore behind Calling “y’all are gonna miss us, Unless you find the cure for distance” —and in that instant There it is A ceaseless current A boundless grid A prayer a potion With form and function To deliver us To each other From each other Racing be the blessed mind To a future long imagined Bright with glory, fame and fortune It had left for dead On the shore behind Jedidiah are you listening Your son has found a cure for distance And blessed be his quiet mind That hears the roaring of an instant God hath wrought the cure for distance And that cure is mine