Songs from Lincoln Durham's
Resurrection Thorn

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

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POWDER KEG

Written by Lincoln Durham / Produced by Final Child

Lincoln Durham (vocals, guitars, fiddle) Craig Bagby (drums)

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You’re a flame

dancing in ether

You’re living on the last tok

Of a ticking bomb

You’re rage

Is boiling up a fever

You’re gonna break

Like a bullet bursting from a gun

 

You're a hurricane

You’re cocaine

A fifty pound powder keg

 

La la la la la

La la la la la

La la la la la

You’re a powder keg

 

Cigarettes

Flicked in charosine

You’re strutting ‘round

Like you’re Brando or James Dean

You put the fist

In fisticuffs

And switchblade

When your knuckles aint near enough

 

You’re loose from your cage

You’re on a rampage

A fifty pound powder keg

 

La la la la la

La la la la la

La la la la la

You’re a powder keg x 3

 

TROUBLE

Written by Lincoln Durham / Produced by Final Child

Lincoln Durham (vocals, guitars, fiddle, cigar box guitar, synth), Final Child (ba vocals, synth, piano) Craig Bagby (drums)

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A deity

Slumped down in his throne

Angels in periphery

But a devil down to his bones

 

I know you’re looking for trouble

Trouble

Trouble

Trouble, trouble

I know what you’re looking for

 

The smell of gasoline

Lying heavy in the air

Nitroglycerin

Volatile and the devil may care

 

I know you’re looking for trouble

Trouble

Trouble

Trouble, trouble

I know what you’re looking for

 

Reciting your Poe poetry

And dog earring a tattered Dostoyevsky

While spinning an extensive Presly

With your slicked back hair and your sinister stair

You’re burning a hole through the soul of me

 

Trouble

Trouble

Trouble

Trouble, trouble

I know what you’re looking for

 

DID YOU FIND YOUR WAY HOME?

Written by Lincoln Durham / Produced by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln Durham (vocals, guitars, fiddle) Matt Parmenter (upright bass, piano) Max Thomas (accordion) Craig Bagby (drums)

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You bottled your tears

You kept them for fear

They’d run wild

From your eyes

The demons you fought

You tamed and you taught  

To scratch and claw

To survive

But the blood that you drew

Was always from you

 

Did you find your way home?

Did you find your way home?

I hope you didn’t lose yourself

Just to find who you are

Did you find your way home?

 

The ends that you sought

Were a hell of a walk

With a broken wing

And the long way around

But you weathered the storms

You never minded the thorns

You’d boast and brag

That’d you wear them like a crown

Falling down 

You’re broken now

 

Did you find your way home?

Did you find your way home?

I hope you didn’t lose yourself

Just to find who you are

Did you find your way home? 

 

Falling down 

You’re broken now

 

Did you find your way home?

Did you find your way home?

I hope you didn’t lose yourself

Just to find who you are

Did you find your way home? 

Did you find your way home? 

 

CAN'T FIND NO PEACE

Written by Lincoln Durham / Produced by Final Child

Lincoln Durham (vocals, guitar, percussion) Final Child (ba vocals, synth, piano) Matt Parmenter (piano) Craig Bagby (drums, percussion)

 

I can’t find no

No brighter days

To relieve me from all my wicked ways

No ‘mounts of whiskey

No ‘mounts of cocaine

Is gonna ever tear my heart from all this pain

 

I can’t find no peace in the morning

Lord I can't find no peace in the evening

I can't find no peace

No, oh no

To ease my worried mind

 

You weaved your little spell on me

Now I’ve grown horns that I can’t cut free

Empty bottles of rye and amphetamine

Can’t lift me from all this low that I’ve seen

 

I can’t find no peace in the morning

Lord I can't find no peace in the evening

Lord I can't find no peace

No, oh no

To ease my worried mind

 

I’m singing my demons but I can’t hold a tune

I’m playing at gods but I’m playing the fool

I’m damned if I don’t and I’m damned if I do

I can’t see past tomorrow if tomorrow ain't got you

 

I can’t find no peace in the morning

Lord I can't find no peace in the evening

Lord I can't find no peace

No, oh no

To ease my worried mind

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DEVILS PLAY

Written by Lincoln Durham / Produced by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln Durham (vocals, guitars, fiddle, cigar box guitar, percussion, harmonica) Craig Bagby (drums) Mike Meadows (percussion)

 

Pray for the light

I heard a damned fool say

The fires they burn warm and bright

But it’s a hell when it dies away

Its a cold dark hell

I heard a damned fool say

 

The devils play

Yeah when the lights go down

The devils play

Yeah when the lights go down

So choke your prayers lest you make a sound

Or flaunt thy sins wear them like a crown

The devils play when the lights go down

The devils play when the lights go down

 

Saw on your old fiddle saw

When dusk dies into black

Play for the misfits til dawn

Through hell and across the tracks

Saw vagabond saw

Like you’re paying something back

 

The devils play

When the lights go down

The devils play

Yeah when the lights go down

So choke your prayers lest you make a sound

Or flaunt thy sins wear them like a crown

The devils play when the lights go down

The devils play when the lights go down

 

Devils play when the lights go down

The devils play when the lights go down

The devils play when the lights go down

The devils play…

 

MISERABLE DAYS

Written by Lincoln Durham / Produced by Final Child

Lincoln Durham (vocals, guitars) Matt Parmenter (piano, upright bass) Final Child (ba vocals, synth, piano) Craig Bagby (drums, percussion)

 

For every step forward it seems you

Fall on your face

We’re all headed for the same unknown but some of us

Quicken the pace

 

Waiting for someone to notice we’ve been

Paying our dues

We stand on our soapbox to shout it

Fools preaching at fools

 

These miserable days

They keep falling

Another hash mark carved on the wall

The misery stays

While a new day is dawning

Miserable days and bad luck of the draw

 

The moon still shines but not so

Brightly on you

Stars have lost their shimmer

Like they’ve given up too

We harden our hearts to wonder as we’re

Mashed into place

Angels far from Heaven

Falling from grace

 

These miserable days

They keep falling

Another hash mark carved on the wall

The misery stays

While a new day is dawning

These miserable days and bad luck of the draw

 

These miserable days

They keep falling

Another hash mark carved on the wall

The misery stays

While a new day is dawning

Miserable days and bad luck of the draw

Miserable days and bad luck of the draw

Miserable days and bad luck of the draw

 

LOOK WHAT IT'S ALL BECOME

Written by Lincoln Durham / Produced by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln Durham (vocals, guitars, synth) Matt Parmenter (piano) Jeff Plankenhorn (mandolin) Michael StClair (Horns) Craig Bagby (drums, percussion, synth)

 

You wake from a dream

That your life is not hollow

Your muses surround you

Waiting to fallow

But your lips they tremble

And your tongue it does falter

As you kneel before the emptiness

That once was your alter

 

Yeah look what it's all become

Look what it's all become

You bet all certain tomorrow’s the one

Look what it's all become

When you cast a shadow on the sun

 

You tear aimlessly

At the robes of anointed

You stand before beggars

Demanding your bread

You cry helplessly 

Before the image of a mother

So you bring down the heavens

For who would it bother?

 

Look what it's all become

Look what it's all become

You bet all certain tomorrow’s the one

Look what it's all become

When you cast a shadow on the sun

 

Look what it's all become

Yeah look what it's all become

You bet all certain tomorrow’s the one

Look what it's all become

When you cast a shadow on the sun

 

You bet all certain tomorrow’s the one

Look what it's all become

When you cast a shadow on the sun

When you cast a shadow on the sun

When you cast a shadow on the sun

 

ECHO

Written by Lincoln Durham / Produced by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln Durham (vocals, guitar, cigar box guitar) Craig Bagby (drums, percussion) Marlin Addams (bass guitar) Mark Lavarnway (guitar)

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Can you still see me

Will you still hear me when I’m gone

Yeah when I’m gone

I hope that I echo

Reverberate through these fucking walls

Yeah when I’m gone

I hope I echo, echo, echo 

When I fall

Yeah when I fall

 

When I fall

Yeah when I fall

I hope that I echo

Yeah when I fall

I hope that I echo

I hope that I echo

When I fall

When I fall

I hope that I echo

I hope that I echo

When I fall

When I fall

I hope that I echo

I hope that I echo

When I fall

I hope that I echo

When I fall

I hope that I echo

I hope that I echo

When I fall

 

IN SPITE OF IT ALL

Written by Lincoln Durham / Produced by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln Durham (vocals, guitar) Matt Parmenter (piano) Justin Bernard Williams (saxophone) Daniel Heptinstall, Jon Dee Graham, Kalu James, Tone Catalano, Celeste "C.C." Spina, Sam Brace, Kevin “Shinyribs” Russell (ba vocals)

 

His shoulders slump heavy 

‘Neath the weight of the news 

In the corner of a bar 

In his favorite stool 

Where he carved his first muse

He studies the jukebox 

Though he knows every song

He’s reminded of the days 

When an old passerby

Might see him singing along

 

In spite of it all

We did okay

And there’s shittier lots in life 

I’d have to say

We take our last breath here on earth

In spite of it all

 

He shoots his fine whiskey

With a wry stubbled grin

When you’re haggard and worn

To sip or to shoot

What’s the difference in the end 

A tattered old journal

Another rhyme another sin

Here he goes again

Standing on the edge

Waiting for the wind

 

In spite of it all

We did okay

And there’s shittier lots in life 

I’d have to say

We take our last breath here on earth

In spite of it all

 

The skin takes a scar

The wrinkle remains

To mark all the happiness

Sorrow and shame

 

In spite of it all

We did okay

And there’s shittier lots in life 

I’d have to say

We take our last breath here on earth

In spite of it all

 

In spite of it all

We did okay

And there’s shittier lots in life 

I’d have to say

We take our last breath here on earth

In spite of it all

 

In spite of it all x 6

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