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2am
04:05
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Shedding dreams as the rain taps at my window
It's 2am, I should've already been gone
One too many times I've had to deal with this
One too many times we've failed to coexist
Headed west through the hills of Tennessee
I've got you and that's enough for me
One too many times we've gotten into it
One too many times we've failed to find the exit
Packed my bags and I'm gone today
Packed my bags everything is gonna be ok
Packed my bags and it's time for me to go away
I wanna be the next Christopher McCandless
I wanna do something dumb and bold and reckless
One too many times I've failed to get away
One too many times I've failed to be ok
One too many times I've tried to run
One too many times I've messed up
One too many times I've given up
One too many times I've said too much
One too many times I've been in love
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2. |
Columbia Girl
02:17
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I met a girl
She said she'd always love me unless I mess up
I'll do it eventually
I met her dad
He said he'd probably kill me when I mess up
I'll do it eventually
I met her mom
She's a little crazy. Said the sky was green
I had to disagree
I met her sister
She said she'll always hate me as long as I'm with her sister
She'll forgive me eventually
I met her brother
He said he was my brother from another mother
Does that make him my step brother?
I met her cousin
There's not too much to say about him
I met her other cousin
He said if you can't hack it you should get a jacket
I said I'm wearing pants
I met her uncle
He was even crazier than her dad - told me how many guns he had
Said Hillary couldn't take 'em
I met her great-grandfather
He said you better take care of my daughter. I said, "Sir, I'm with your great-grandaughter"
He said, "I know, take care of her grandmother"
I met her daughter
I said where'd you come from?
She said the sky above, descended like a dove
I met her biographer
I asked, "What's my chapter about?"
He said he left that chapter out at my girl's request
I met her lover
He asked me why I loved her. I said let me ask you the same thing
And we're both still thinking
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3. |
Henry Luther's Dream
03:35
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There is a house out in nowhere that I'd like to see
But only if you'll come with me
There are no signs on the trees near where it is
But it's the kind of place that you can't miss (unless you want to)
The sky is blue - the trees are green - out in the yard
When we make it life won't be so hard
We'll wash our hands down by the river before we get there
We'll do away with all our cares
There is no writing on the walls, besides what's in our hearts
When we get there we can make a new start
'Cause it's so deep in the woods, we'll hear no automobiles
And we'll have nothing that they can steal (they can't take love)
And it might take some time to find, but it'll be worth it
And we will want to, but we can't quit
When we make it, the reward will out weigh the pain
And we'll have shelter from the rain
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4. |
Henry Luther's Blues
01:47
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Got caught up in a grapevine
But I came out the other side
My girl told me last night
"I know you're wrong because I'm right"
I'm just here to have fun
Never meant to harm to anyone
It's not my place to judge
Do what you will, do what you must
Got caught up in a clothesline
Woman hung me out to dry
My girl told me last night
"I know you're wrong because you lie"
I'm not here to blame fate
I have knocked at heaven's gate, and that's ok
When you leave, bring me a plate
Morning comes early anyway
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5. |
Horry County Ballad
07:06
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My hometown is a place I don't see much anymore
I guess it probably needs me as much as I need it
In my hometown I kind of feel a little insecure
I say hi to the girl at the store, but I don't think I know her anymore
'Cause my hometown exists somewhere between a memory
And the reality of what it's become
So I'm not sure if what I love is what it was
Or what it seems to be in a backroad moonlight memory
My hometown's a bottle of shine, or homemade wine
Whatever you might find inside your dad's cooler
Three best friends, a pickup truck. We give no fucks
But with a little luck we'll make it home tonight
'Cause my hometown's the kind of place you learn to drink and drive
Watching other guys make mistakes
An old dirt road, or so I'm told, will heal your soul
Or at least help you catch a buzz with the windows down and the radio up
'Cause hometown's a smoky bar, beers by the car
Everyone knows who you are when you walk in
Falling down at 4am, then we rise again
Most honest men don't live this life of sin
'Cause my hometown is a facade. Hands high to God
So it's kind of odd the way we treat each other
My dad says a cat has no eyes past 3 at night
But what happens in the dark always surely comes out in the light
I make my best songs when it's raining and I'm home
But I don't get that chance very often
I just wanna write something honest, sincere and pure
I have trouble with that sometimes
My hometown's a backroad night, or morning light
Waking up inside Bek's spare bedroom
My mother's hands, or my dad's smile when we talk awhile
And he tells me how wild he was in younger days
It's a long backporch song at the break of dawn
Uncle Tim left the radio on an old country station
It's "hey man, take me to the store I need 24"
And finding something more along the way
It's a dream of a friend I haven't seen again
Since I left back then for Ohio
It's everyone I don't see when I'm visiting
It's all the times I couldn't stay awhile
It's everything I've ever loved and God above
It's me scrubbing my dad's tub when he asks
It's everything I've ever known. It's my home
It's everything I'm never getting back
Columbia I love you
I'm thinking of you now
It will be night soon, I'm in my bedroom
If you'd like, you can stay the night
Those nights meant everything to me
All we really wanted was to be free
But everything has to change
This year has knocked me on my back
'Til I fall or fail I'm not looking back
Everything stays the same
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I got a girl from Tennessee
She doesn't want or need anything from me
But we know how the story goes
We fall apart at 2am
A real work of art, the shape I'm in
But when I wake up
That's when I make up
Things to say
I got a girl from Delaware
I told her I loved her but she didn't seem to care
She stumbles out and into a bar
Bright lights and knife fights out by the car
Give me one last try
I swear this time
I'll make things right
Come morning light
I got a girl from Connecticut
The night collapsed but it was lit
Askin bout Xans in the VIP
You know you can't get that shit from me
Bartender give me your cheapest drink
Matter of fact, I'll take three
I'm out of hand so I'll just leave
I might say something I don't mean
Please let me stay
I'm on my way
I've come to say
I might just change
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7. |
Breakup Song
02:30
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It was a stroke of fucking genius
Letting you go
Nights I'd call home
All alone
It was a stroke of fucking genius
Letting you walk away
Every single day
Seemed the same
It was a stroke of fucking genius
Letting you storm off
You blamed the alcohol
But it was my fault
It was a stroke of fucking genius
Loading up my truck
You wished my ass good luck
But I gave no fucks
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8. |
October Weather
04:00
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I was in love with the weather
It reminded me of a long time ago
I didn't think things could get better
That is something I now know
'Cause all along we had to grow
I couldn't wait to get older
And see the things I needed to see
I thought by now I'd be bolder
But I wake up and I'm still me
But love is all I really need
I know sometimes we feel alone
But October feels like home
The neon nights got colder
I wasn't feeling like myself
By the first of October
I was feeling like someone else
And all the cold, it didn't help
I made a map of my sorrows
And drove the world to repay a debt
I can't return what I borrowed
I haven't made a payment yet
But all the loss was worth the bet
Long cold nighttime was a song
Sweet sad sorrow sings along
I can't be making all of this up
I've seen the signs and I've had enough
I can't begin to take all this in
I'll burn it down and start again
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9. |
Another Whiskey Song
01:41
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When I drink my whiskey I make mistakes I shouldn't make
When I drink my whiskey I say things I shouldn't say
But my friends love me anyway
When I drink my beer I get ideas I shouldn't get
When I drink my beer I do things I forget
But there's not a lot I do regret
I always thought it was the fun
All along
It was the time with friends I love
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10. |
Who Are You?
05:08
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I barely know you
I should have told you
For all we’ve been through
I just can’t be honest
You were a lover
Like none other
But undercover
You were fairly obvious
That last long weekend
You went off the deep end
I wanted to sleep in
Look at where it got us
It turned for the worst when
You said I deserved it
All structures were burning
That’s just being modest
And everything that I did say was met with
Criticizing every friend I kept with
And you were far from amused
She interrupted my breakfast
With the scientific method
Took my beer and kept it
That was ill-advised
She crashed through the household
Explaining a mouthful
Intentions were doubtful
At least at the time
She said to confess it
Or she’d have me arrested
“Think of the impression!"
Take your own advice
She said that she loved me
And held it above me
Guessed it was for nothing
Quite the sacrifice
And everything that I did say was met with
Emphasizing all the mistakes I slept with
And you were far from amused
Looking back I can see it
But can hardly believe it
It was quite the achievement
Staging such a scene
Past the doorframe I swore off
By the alley I forgot
In the streets I hear gunshots
But don’t know what they mean
These days I see beauty
Passing around and through me
The visions are soothing
Careless and obscene
There’s a piece of my past there
Back down those sad stairs
But there’s no going back there
At least not for me
And everything that I now say is met with
Uninviting silence and sweet kind deaf ears
And you are far from amused
I barely know you
I should have told you
For all we’ve been through
I just can’t be honest
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11. |
Et Tu? (Bonus Track)
02:33
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Mr. Kite and Brutus crept in
A bit late to the benefit
Mr. Moore had lost the Senate
And Mr. Kite had a bottle to finish
And the flashing lights
And the fractal sprites
And the neon night
Told of what might come
And the time and space
And the pulsing bass
The piano played
Mr. Kite and Brutus waited
Out back by the elevators
While the guests all celebrated
They met with the Liberators
And the whiskey drinks
And the time to think
While the glasses clinked
They hashed out a plan
When the time had come
Brutus was the one
In the morning sun
The piano played again
Never going back to those restless days
Never going back to that time and place
Never going back to selfish space
Never going back to that helpless state
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