Video Musik
Lagu Serupa
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meadows
Performer
Christian Nielsen
Lead Vocals
Brandon Dabbs
Electric Bass Guitar
Evan Wagnon
Drums
Armando Penagos
Electric Guitar
Stone Creel
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Nielsen
Songwriter
Brandon Dabbs
Songwriter
Evan Wagnon
Songwriter
Armando Penagos
Songwriter
Stone Creel
Songwriter
Lirik
The 16th of November, 1963
That dreaded night, when everything changed, nothing was ever the same
The 16th of November, 1963
Nothing was ever the same
Drunken communion
This was his Friday night Mass
The broken preacher just as broken at home
His hand was clutched around the Good Book (the other a shot glass)
Flaming tongues preaching fireball and brimstone
The shepherd lost his way back (he couldn't find his way back!)
He allowed false idols on the throne (the flask), the flask with a golden calf
It started slow
One decision to next one
He wasn't always this way
He loved his wife, their son, another on the way
A slippery slope, isolated alone
Satan's kiss and whispers growing.
Just one, no one would have to know
Forbidden fruit, hanging low on the vine
After all, he turned water into wine
Drunken communion
This was his Friday night Mass
The broken preacher just as broken at home
His hand was clutched around the Good Book (the other a shot glass)
Flaming tongues preaching fireball and brimstone
The shepherd lost his way back (he couldn't find his way back!)
He allowed false idols on the throne (the flask), the flask with a golden calf
He recalls his Father's words etched in stone on his heart grown cold
Don't get a hold of something that can get a hold of you
Don't get a hold of something that can get a hold of you
Don't get a hold of something (a hold of something) that can get a hold of you
Don't get a hold of something (a hold of something) that can get a hold of you
He watched them
Asleep, like trees, that swayed in lament
The hush of the limbs
As they break and they bend
The sagging moss hung
Like thoughts in his head
The leaves on the ground
Creating a bed, like tears that soaked their pillows
Yet he left like the wind, blowing through the weeping willows
Weeping willows
Writer(s): Armando Penagos, Brandon Dabbs, Christian Nielsen, Evan Wagnon, Stone Creel
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