I’m William Prince and you’re listening
to the Sunday Verse. The Sunday Verse is produced by my good friend Julie Penner
who will be making the odd appearance spurring the conversation along as we
discuss my new record “Reliever.” So why the Sunday Verse? When I grew up
Sundays were much longer than a verse. I think of inner-city laser church with smoke machines and all these crazy effects and in and out 45 minutes. I
think back to the days we spent in ours where Sunday was an event. Sunday was
curated to celebrate and give thanks it was really fun, it was always the time I
got to play music, I got to take a moment. That was the day I listened the most. You
listen to the elders testify, you listen to people and their stories and pray for
my daughter pray for whoever. There’s room, there’s room to listen on Sunday.
When you grow up in the country like that and you gather there and
somebody starts the fire in the old church and I would haul in the amps and
tune the guitars and get there early so I could play loud in a
reverberating room, which was really great ’cause of our tiny house. And then
things are get going you play you know you have your concert there being an
hour music before the word started and that was the reflection time. Call it
what you will. It was those people’s wish book, dreaming, hoping, and believing in
something to break up all the things that, quite frankly, make it easy not to
believe. From that we would gather almost in this safe place and people
sometimes ask, worried, about the attendance in a room.
I’m so lucky that people work hard all the time to make the rooms I play full.
I think the moments were like, “Oh, you’re like hard ticket touring your
name and you know there’s 50, 40, 30, whatever it is, we all lived the show.
It’s like man… I grew up I grew up playing to the same eight or nine people
in our church Sunday after Sunday. There were never any girls there.
There was nothing like that. It was you know for the Lord, give thanks,
recognize who we are in this great plane of existence. I’ve since learned to love
the cosmos and spirituality and implementing the ideas of what Sunday
represents. A chance again, change your blood and reset for the week. And try
moving forward and on the days that I didn’t get pay-per-view wrestling and I
would go to church and be with my dad and my family and come back filled with
the spirit, as they say. Crying and loving life and just feeling a something lift
from you. I think that feeling, I wonder if people go their whole lives without
feeling. It’s hard because to be vulnerable and to let your ultimate
mind go to something else where I’m free, I’m healed by the idea of
belief and faith and the substances of things unseen. You’d come back
relieved in a way. Church never ended there it was always the second service
where things really became beautiful. Head back to the Prince household
and my mom would start heating up the things she had prepared earlier that
afternoon and constructing sandwiches and fresh tea
and coffee because church ends at 10:30 there but carries on until 12:30.
I think of all the kids who any Monday to Sunday grew up with the sounds of
parents drinking, being drunk and their house keeping them awake on school
nights and expecting someone to thrive expecting someone to grow up healthy and
understanding and focused. It was the great protection my family and Sunday to
lead us into the following week to find our place amidst those things
that are kind of not-so hopeful growing up on the reserve. Growing up
anywhere. It’s not just there. You can feel the reserve anywhere in any
household when the love is displaced. That’s what it was, it was adjoining and
it was a strengthening of our love for one another and for community and so for
the Sunday Verse to play any role here I guess it’s my humble attempt to just say
something that I feel on this day to reset. I speak out loud. I pray a lot
about it all the time. I give thanks gratitude is the only attitude. I love
that. I love that the easiest thing to remember again gratitude and giving
thanks and it just propels you forward it just makes something happen. It’s
incredible how it works. You give enough and you really tested in the moments
where you feel like you getting beat up. Can you stay that way?
Can you be consistent and truthful and honest to that initial proposed idea? I’m
trying to be more consistent in that, that’s my goal.
Even-keeled. The best thing you can be for your family is consistent. Not a wild
man flailing your failures about taking it out on those you love.
Within the walls of the houses where I grew up there’d be a great change and I just hope that any of this, any
positivity, any attention on whatever I do can lend some shine in those areas
where it feels a bit dark and lifts the youth up and give hope. So the Sunday
Verse feels important because at afternoon time for the listener I think
I think there’s a space available right now. People are almost afraid of Sunday.
Nothing happens on Sunday. I grew up when Sunday felt like that was a day
when everything got moving everything felt possible, hopeful, it began. So
I’ll take it. I’ll hold the spot. People want to tune in. I love the idea of sharing, reflecting. If you can provide any kind of precursor for the record,
for the album, for the songs that make you see that things aren’t as
heavy inside as they might sound. My favorite joke is, “For how miserable I
sound, I’m pretty happy.” I’m genuinely really happy with things the way they
are right now. I hope the Sunday Verse can play a small role in setting
us up for the week to come. I’m William Prince thank you for
listening to the Sunday Verse from my new album “Reliever” this song is called
“The Spark.” A song I wrote about the things in life that can light us up and
get us going amidst any challenge we may be going through at the time. Music Playing So am I dreaming?
Or is this just how we’re living now? Refuse to wake ’cause I I’ve never been this close
you always think I’m leaving before I have that the chance to say
Darling, it’ll be ok if you look me in the eyes if you look me in the eyes
I sing now don’t be afraid of the fire, babe
I’d never let you burn All these bridges we cross all have water underneath when the ashes of lost love make it hard to breath my love, if we burn
would you burn right next to me? and there’s so much revealed when
you take the time to know me for who I am darling, just who I am don’t be afraid of the fire, babe
I’d never let you burn All these bridges we cross
all have water underneath when the ashes of lost love make it hard to breath my love, if we burn
would you burn right next to me? I was in the dark
the day that I met you No you expect me just to forget you
act like the fire never burned was my solstice my refuge sitting on the
Sun now was so nervous to let you share with me in this pain
the reason I don’t take a day off My intentions they were pure
I’m just a beacon for chaos that fire ever burned just let it burn I said if that fire ever burned just let it burn I say don’t be afraid of fire, babe
I’d never let you burn all these bridges we cross
all have water underneath when the ashes of lost love make it hard to
breathe My love, if we burn, would you burn right next to me? and is it safe? to say
you are oh babe, you’re the flame, the fire
but most of all, you’re the spark.