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Our friend Hayden stopped by our office in Nashville back in 2019 and recorded this song with us. He was on the run at the time, evading his worst habits in Texas. He vowed not to return for at least a year, and spent the time living in his car and couchsurfing across the east coast. He was up in Cincinnati around the time of this video, hanging with Arlo Mckinley and his peoples out there. He drove the 6 hours or whatever it is to Nashville, just so he could use our computer to upload his album "Nicotine & China White" to Spotify.
lyrics
Your worn, beaten paths pushing counterfeits,
Where whiskey-stained sheets line the bed
Spark fluorescent lights, the true cancer of night,
Holding clarity like a gun to your head
And God damn you,
You ought to heed what I've said
'Cause honey we're the kids that God forgot,
Dead branches swept out in the wake
Our torn velvet sky may leave us both blind
If we look towards the hope it displays
I've heard the call of the great after all,
Oh, I've shivered in steady-drawn sights
And the breaths that I took, well they'd leave us both shook
I know your heart's as crooked as mine
And God damn you,
There ain't a woman as fine
Believe me, love
It's almost good enough
To hide in the scars taht tatter your arms
And shine like the trophies they are
But all stars fade,
Cloaks fall from pain
And to love is to hate
So count every footprint that leads back to me,
Baby, trace the jigsaw of our time
And the cold that we've felt is an ice cube in hell
To the warmth when our pieces align
I know I fuck up like breathing, seems each day's a reason
To burn every bridge taht I've patched
Give me one last leap of faith, I swear I'll turn our page,
Fold dog ears and swallow the match
And God damn you,
I'm gonna eat what I catch
I don't know,
Honey, what I don't know,
But you're not the scars that tatter your arms
And shine like the trophies they are
All stars fade,
Cloaks fall from pain,
And to love is to hate,
Oh, to love is to hate
And all meaning I find
Is deaf, dumb, and blind
But not you
The Hill Country Devil (AKA Hayden Karchmer) seems to bring back something from beyond the edge with every song he pens,
exorcising harrowing demons with every performance. Despite a burdensome life spent on the run from his own worst habits, always picking up the pieces just to pawn them off, he's somehow still here with us, still dangling from the edge, still plumbing unknown depths of the soul....more
supported by 9 fans who also own “trophy scars (live, GemsOnVHS recording)”
Great energy in the opener. I’m late to this album but I found it because of Nicotine and China White. I love the honesty of the song writing. I’m proud to help support! mrezragibson
supported by 9 fans who also own “trophy scars (live, GemsOnVHS recording)”
One of the best country/folk albums in modern times, hit me so deep, very beautiful music, thanks Ben for your art and how help me go across my darkest times coreyTLW
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