1. |
Crisis of Faith
06:17
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The city's on fire
You can tell by the smell
The whistle blower's blowin'
It's all going to hell
The kids are in the corner
Tearing wings off of flies
The rest of the population got their hands in the sky
Singing, "hallelujah, god let it rain"
The priest rose and said, "it's the end of the road
And you should know by now which way you should go"
When the levee breaks, it's everyone for their own
So it goes..
And I can't believe it, not one bit
If it wanted me dead it would of done it
So if you pull the trigger just to pay my debt
Then be damn sure you can live with it
And if you go into the light tonight
Then it's just a crisis of faith
What now, What now
Do I owe you somehow
I know it might be late
But I finally found my place
Nestled underneath a neon star
And to cure your mental ache
Take two and waste away
I guess I never knew how we got this far
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2. |
Sleep Paralysis
04:13
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In the night it comes in waves
I haven't slept for days
The paralysis attacks
And my bones
They start to shake
Am I asleep or awake?
The shadow steadily forms
Lying in my bed at night
I feel it coming
I tell myself to realize
That it is nothing
But I can't move, I can't speak
These basic things
I try to wake, but it's creeping up on me
And the sound
A drone hovering above me
The roaring hum is haunting me
I can't make out what I see
And the eyes
Does it have teeth?
Why did it pick me?
The pressure prevents me to breath
Morning light, come save my life
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3. |
Cheap Prizefighter
03:58
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I'm punching out mirrors
As I reflect on myself
A cheap prizefighter
The arbiter's ringing the bell
And in the brief of the silence
As the glass hits the floor
It's harmony's ruin
A siren song I can't ignore
And then the ring grows static
As the blood begins to pour
And then the crowd begins to whisper
"What's he hurting himself for?"
I'm punching out pictures
As I obsess of someone else
A caped crusader
Too busy with me to help herself
And in the blink of an instant
A broken jaw and dried up beer
This cheap prizefighter
Bows down, drunk in fear
And then the ring grows static
As the blood begins to pour
And then the crowd begins to whisper
"What's he hurting himself for?"
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4. |
The Architect
05:52
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My eyes begin to shut
Mimic the path of the sun
The last words from my breath were
"What a savage I've become"
If the prophecy you expect
Is bound to be the truth
Keep it to yourself and I'll keep mine from you
And the Architect
Claims to construct the stars
Gets no resepct
From the midtown bars
Doesn't add up to anything
The words are like a leech
Drains the blood from thought
Cross out the eyes as we compromise
Investments that can't be bought
And the Architect
Claims he came from Mars
Deserves no respect
From the East Nashville bars
Doesn't add up to anything
If the conversations dead
Well hell, then I'm dead too
Fill me up with kerosene and see what you can prove
You can't kill what's been extinguished
So I suggest you make this quick
Add me to your taxidermy collection
Your talking head to contradict
Doesn't add up to anything
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5. |
When I Lived With You
03:48
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I'm sorry, it's the truth
When I lived with you
I pulled the pages out and left on the floor to burn
Spread in the ashes overs somebody else's grave
I sat quitely and waited for my turn
All you ever wanted
Was blood stains and promenades
Still dancing around that city while i drive away
And there ain't gonna be no one to fill you
When you're on your last drop
I'll keep counting all my blessings until the wheels stop
I drew the line
Everybody else was tripping on the pine
Sat down and stared into the empty cup
But I guess i'll be find now that i got you off my mind
See all the pieces that I'll never pick back up
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6. |
Vermin
03:26
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I'll sleep on it tonight
It's such a strange point of view
Maybe the words will pull me through
I think it's a lie
It's such a tall statue
I'll look but the glare it burns my eyes
Why don't I just grin and nod my head
If they know what's best for me
Shouldn't I believe them?
All the time I wasted to find myself
There's only definite's, the in-between don't sell
I was seeking peace
After a residency on a bed of steel
You pried it out of my wired mouth
Fed it to me like it was my last meal
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7. |
Plastic Cutlery
03:01
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No silverware for the table
All we got is some dirty plastic cutlery
Bags swallow the floors lined with fast food labels
You just never seem too keen on recovery
Underneath your breath
I bet you hate me too
All that we repress
It's gonna break out soon
Rats scurry the walls biting through the cables
You're on your knees searching for a lost amphetamine
I'd call you out if I felt able
But you know my past and the obvious hypocrisy
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8. |
Broken Strings
05:32
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I wrote this song on broken strings
In between some blurred out dreams
But you know, It's half the fun
Coffee cup stains and cigarette ash
Making up for the time I spent
Loaded, and cut from the team
So darlin', darlin' dance with me
Make me feel alive
I've been holding out my hands
Trying to feel if someone's there
It's a sanctuary for the contemplating kind
Lock myself up again for days
Making sure the feeling fades
From a regretful Sunday morn'
I'll take the blame for all my shit
Instead of running away like I did
A coward, nobody's saint
So darlin', darlin' dance with me
Make me feel alive
I've been holding out my hands
Trying to feel if someone's there
It's a sanctuary for the contemplating kind
So darlin', darlin' dance with me
Please make up your mind
Are you the least bit aware
How long I've been standing here?
I spoke to God and he said
"All the souvenirs have been bought"
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9. |
Kudzu
05:15
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Ten days of rain
Ten days of peace
Ten days of knowing she's fast asleep
Dreaming of nothing
Nothing to do with me
I'm still awake in the morning
Counting all them sheep
Look how the Kudzu has grown
Wrapped around my mind, an abandoned home
Green vines all plastered on the stone
Oh my, look how the Kudzu has grown
She wrote me a letter
That I'll never receive
What a fine way to grieve
The only welcome
Are those who are called
I'll be in the bar talking to the wall
Look how the Kudzu has grown
Wrapped around my mind, an abandoned home
Green vines all plastered on the stone
Oh my, look how the Kudzu has grown
I know it's alright
As long as I don't go outside
But the sunshines
Through the blinds
Makes me want to open my eyes
and see the light
Look how the Kudzu has grown
Wrapped around my mind, an abandoned home
Green vines all plastered on the stone
Oh my, look how the Kudzu has grown
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10. |
Good Nature
04:33
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Please don't talk me up
Don't talk me up
I've had enough of your good nature
Please, please don't call
Please don't call
One more drink and I'm bound to fall
You might think there's a light to me
But I swear the darkness is going to swallow you
Don't touch it's contagious baby
And I couldn't bury you
Spent all this time just to find
I could never come home to you
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Red River Hymn Nashville, Tennessee
Red River Hymn is a Nashville based rock band that leans to the alternative and southern spectrums of the genre. In 2017, they recorded and released their debut album “Kudzu”. The band currently consist of singer/guitarist Patton Hughes, guitarists Joe Shotts, Bassist Jonathan Mason, and drummer Harris Owens. They have recently finished their upcoming EP, Oakview; produced by, Britton Deuel. ... more
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