Songs from Lincoln Durham's
Revelations of a Mind Unraveling

All songs written by Lincoln Durham / Published by Rayburn Publishing, SESAC

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1. SUFFER MY NAME 1:58

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Cigar Box Guitar - Conrad Choucroun: Drums

I wish you peace

When your lord he come a-callin’

I wish you peace

When you’re dancin’ ‘round your grave

I wish you peace

When you’re flirting with that undertaker

But, in life, I hope you suffer my name

 

Whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa

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I wish you peace

When your devil come a callin’

I wish you peace

When you’re falling in your grave

I wish you peace

When you’re flirting with that ol’ Grim Reaper

But, in life, I hope you suffer my name

 

Whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa who

Whoa whoa whoa

 

I wish you peace

When your devil come a callin’

I wish you peace

When you’re falling in your grave

I wish you peace

When you’re flirting with that ol’ Grim Reaper

But, in life, I hope you suffer my name

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Whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa

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2. BLEED UNTIL YOU DIE 3:16

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar - Conrad Choucroun: Drums - Bukka Allen: Moog

Fingers firm against the shank of a straight-razor

Gripped tightly, with thumb against the hee

Lets the blade slide, without disturbance

Melancholy daydreams, watching warm blood congeal

 

La la la la la

La la la la lie

Born to be buried

Born to cry

La la la la la

La la la la lie

You better get to prayin’ child

You’re gonna bleed until you die

 

Shut-up now, Listen to them, Can’t you hear them?

They’re making me beat my head against the wall

It’s the voices in my head, they’re saying

“hate ‘em, hate ‘em, hate ‘em, hate ‘em, hate ‘em all”

 

La la la la la

La la la la lie

Born to be buried

Born to cry

La la la la la

La la la la lie

You better get to prayin’ child

You’re gonna bleed until you die

 

Brother John, look at that tree

It’s a mighty fine tree, but it casts a long shadow

Brother John, beware of that tree

If you stand in the shadows it’ll make you dark too

 

La la la la la

La la la la lie

Born to be buried

Born to cry

La la la la la

La la la la lie

You better get to prayin’ child

You’re gonna bleed until you die

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3. CREEPER 3:39

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Cigar Box Guitar - Conrad Choucroun: Drums, Claps - Bukka Allen: Moog - Alissa Durham: Claps - George Reiff: Claps

I’ve been creeping in the shadows with the wretched, and

I’ve got to get away

I’ve been creeping in the shadows with the wretched, and

I’ve got to get away

It’s got me so afraid

That’s why I’ve got to get away

 

I’ve been eating at the tables with the sinners and

I’ve got to get away

I’ve been eating at the tables with the sinners and

I’ve got to get away

It’s got me so afraid

That’s why I’ve got to get away

 

My daddy said that before I could walk, I could

Pert’ near rock ’n’ roll

He never said that before I could rest, I’d have to

Learn to save my own soul

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They call me “The Creeper”

That ain’t my name

But, it’s an accurate description

Of my malignant shame

So, heed my warnings, all those

Led astray

Dreams are cunning and sadistic

Always ready to betray

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They call me “The Creeper”

That ain’t my name

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My mama said that before I could talk, I could

Flat-out rock ’n’ roll

She never said that before I could rest, I’d have to

Learn to save my own soul

 

They call me “The Creeper”

That ain’t my name

They call me “The Creeper”

That ain’t my name

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4. BONES 3:23

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar, Cigar Box Guitar - Rick Richards: Drums

I seen an old fool in a graveyard

He was looking at an unmarked stone

He says, “As far as sins go

I’ve done all seven and then some

I’ve done everything that I shouldn’t

And nothing that I oughta

I’ve buried myself in six-foot of redemption”

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

 

Well I seen the light

And I hid in the shadows that it casts

Every night my past burns up my head

I was a shell of a man

Full of liquor, fear, and hate

I can’t say I wouldn’t have turned the stones into bread

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

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Bones in my closet

They rattle and they moan

Bones in my closet

They rattle and they moan

Bones in my closet, they tattle and they tell

That I’m a sinful man

Moan

Moan

Moan

Moan

 

All of my days I’ve been throwing seeds

In the choking thorns of the wicked

I had my pleasure of grace right before the fall

The older the sin, the longer the shadow

That’s something that I can attest

I sometimes wonder how Paul shook the deeds of Saul

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

 

Bones in my closet

They rattle and they moan

Bones in my closet

They rattle and they moan

Bones in my closet, they tattle and they tell

That I’m a sinful man

Moan

Moan

Moan

Moan

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5. PROPHET INCARNATE 2:48

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar, Cigar Box Guitar - Conrad Choucroun: Drums - Alissa Durham: Back-up Vocal

I see a woman with serpentine hair, and her eyes ablaze

I see a devil, underfoot of the woman and howling with a rage

Poor little devil, maybe she’ll put you in a pretty little cage

 

I got stung last night

I got stung last night

It was by a prophet incarnate

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh, huh, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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I see a poor man with head held high and crawling out the ash

I see a poor man with a great stone hammer, breaking down your class

Keep swinging little poor man, you’ve got behind you all the punks and social outcasts

 

I got stung last night

I got stung last night

It was by a prophet incarnate

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh, huh, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

 

I find no interest in the methodical stabilities of the sane

For, I delight in the shadowy corners of unhinged thought, eating up my bad brains

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I got stung last night

I got stung last night

It was by a prophet incarnate

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6. RAGE AND FIRE AND BRIMSTONE 4:11

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Cigar Box Guitar - Conrad Choucroun: Drums - Bukka Allen: Moog

Lord, save my wicked soul

Save that boy in the mirror

I don’t recall his face no more

The devil looking back at me

Is looking at me so much clearer

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Oh my god above, save this faithless, wretched sinner

Oh my god above, I don’t see myself in this here mirror

I see rage and fire and brimstone

I see rage and fire and brimstone

I see rage and fire and brimstone

 

Lord, I curse that ornery woman

Serpent-tongued, lying, scheming

I see her writhing across the floor

The Devil incarnate, seventy-seventy times blaspheming

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Oh my god above, save this faithless, wretched sinner

Oh my god above, I don’t see myself in this here mirror

I see rage and fire and brimstone

I see rage and fire and brimstone

I see rage and fire and brimstone

 

Lord, I see my fellow man

Bleeding, fighting, stealing

Lord, I’ve grown to hate them all

It seems my black heart needs some healing

 

Oh my god above, save this faithless, wretched sinner

Oh my god above, I don’t see myself in this here mirror

I see rage and fire and brimstone

I see rage and fire and brimstone

I see rage and fire and brimstone

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7. RUSTY KNIFE 3:51

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Cigar Box Guitar - Conrad Choucroun: Drums - Bukka Allen: Moog

Like a rusty knife

Finds sinless flesh

It tears and scars

'Til there ain’t much left

I’ll bet your crown

Of self-righteousness

That rusty knife will find sinless flesh

 

Just a devil quoting scripture

Reciting chapter and verse

Always looking for a loss of faith

Or at least an open purse

Now brothers you tell me which is worse

 

Like a rusty knife

Finds sinless flesh

It tears and scars

'Til there ain’t much left

I’ll bet your crown

Of self-righteousness

That rusty knife will find sinless flesh

 

Forked-tongue speaking sweet things

Through the comfort of sharp teeth

All the while covering a tattoo

Resembling the “Mark of the Beast”

Not exactly, but close at least

 

Like a rusty knife

Finds sinless flesh

It tears and scars

'Til there ain’t much left

I’ll bet your crown

Of self-righteousness

That rusty knife will find sinless flesh

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8. GODS OF WOOD AND STONE 2:59

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Banjo, Guitar - Conrad Choucroun: Drums

Excuse me, can I ask you a question?

What sets you free, sir?

‘Cause it seems that The Devil’s got something

You were thinking that you need, sir

Pardon me, just one more question

Do you think me weak, sir?

‘Cause slaving for a dollar and a hand-job

Ain’t what I need, sir

 

We dance for gods of wood and stone

Made by hands of skin and bones

So bow to your partner

Bow way down low

We dance for gods of wood and stone

 

I ain’t drinking of your poison

So don’t throw me a patronizing bone

It’s likely I’ll be dancing across your grave

And pissing on your tombstone

So, hey brother, just one last question

Is your mind at ease, sir?

To see The Devil come reaping his kin?

Well tell me brother, does that set you free, sir?

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We dance for gods of wood and stone

Made by hands of skin and bones

So bow to your partner

Bow way down low

We dance for gods of wood and stone

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9. NOOSE 2:33

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar - Conrad Choucroun: Percussion

Shackled by ignorant hands

Calloused by the prejudice and politics that make him a so-called “man”

Sunday in the courtyard

Gawking at the fellow swinging to-and-fro from the gallows

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Whatcha gonna do

If the noose breaks?

Whatcha gonna do if it don’t take?

Whatcha gonna do if your devil don’t stay chained, chained, chained, chained?

 

Oppression begets the unrest

That unifies the crucified, and sanctifies their vengeance as “holiness”

White dove sitting in a cage

Choking on the olive branch, and waiting for his chance to unleash his cooped rage

 

Whatcha gonna do

If the noose breaks?

Whatcha gonna do if it don’t take?

Whatcha gonna do if your devil don’t stay chained, chained, chained, chained?

 

To all you self-proclaimed “spiritualized”, who profess to prophesize, and try to exercise my so-called “demons”

Don’t you patronize, with your alibis, and your shifty eyes, shift, shift, shifting

Yeah whatcha gonna do

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10. BIDE MY TIME 2:41

Written by Lincoln Durham
Lincoln: Vocal, Cigar Box Guitar - Conrad Choucroun: Drums - Alissa Durham: Back-up Vocal - George Reiff: Back-up Vocal

Tell my mother that I love her

Tell my father that I tried

Tell my brother to watch over our sister

I told her I would be there, but it would seem that I lied

Yes, it would seem that I lied

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Well my countenance grows ever blacker

And my pallor brighter white

But the blood flows as red as those saints in your prayers

We ain’t so different you and I

We ain’t so different you and I

 

I will not go to heaven

Don’t believe in the other side

I’ll stay right here in gravel and dirt

And I’ll bide my ever loving time

 

There’s a sinner six-foot under

And a holy man lays to the right

But, the grass grows as green on those thumping on the good book

As it does through the children of the night

As it does through the children of the night

 

I will not go to heaven

Don’t believe in the other side

I’ll stay right here in gravel and dirt

And I’ll bide my ever loving time

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