Gold Rush


I would like to give a very special thank you to Michael Losey, Jeffrey Evans, and Stijn de Jong for contributing to the making of this record. Without support from fans like you, this record wouldn't exist. This journey isn't an easy one, but each of you make it possible. Thank you.

Thank you to Jordan Dean and M. Allen Parker for believing in these songs and helping me bring them to life.

Thank you to all the musicians and songwriters who brought your talents to the table to create something I couldn't have done by myself.

Additionally thank you to Gregg Roth and Keith Brogdon for creating the beautiful art and photography and to Walt Aldridge for mastering the Gold Rush.

Last but not least, thank you to Sebastien Rassinoux, Rootsy Music, Benjamin Otto, Ann Aldridge, Angela Backstrom, Prescription PR, Morag for providing support to what felt like an impossible dream.

I was born in a crossfire
I was born with my hands around my neck
I didn't come here to be fragile but
I am disappearing underneath my breath

There's a war between the shadows in my head

I wanna love you
but I'm caught In the aftermath
And I've gone missing
Everything I've held has put a knife against my back
I don't think that
I Can come back
From this
I don't think
I can come back
From it

I was born in a fallout
I was without a sound
I didn't come here to be faithless
I don't have to nerve to sort it out

Don't you leave me like this I might explode

I wanna love you
but I'm caught In the aftermath
And I've gone missing
Everything I've held has put a knife against against my neck
I don't think th
at
I Can come back From this
I don't think
I can come back

I wanna love you
but I'm caught In the aftermath
And I've gone missing
Everyone I've loved has put a gun against against my head
I don't think that
I Can come back
From this
I don't think
I can come back

There's a rattle in the wind
There's blood in the sky
Floorboards are aching
Broken lullabys
When the sun rises rises west
And that old rooster howls
You know there's a dark hearted woman
On the prowl

Her eyes are like embers
With arsenic lips
She'll stop your heart with a black widow kiss
She'll make a God fearing kneelin man
Beg for a sin
Oh that dark hearted woman is dragging you in

You better run
You better run
Your better hide
She's got a soul he devil himself
Wouldn't buy

I went down to the crossroads
I fell down on my knees
Lord I went to the crossroads
I fell down on my knees
I asked the lord above for mercy
Save me if you please

He said you better run
You better run
You better hide
She's got a soul the devil himself wouldn't buy

Dark hearted woman
She's a dark hearted woman

4 whiskeys in
To a pack of lucky strikes
I take my heartache
With a little bit of ice
In the neon on my breath
And the cinders in the sky
There's an old flame burning down
Birmingham tonight

I've been calling on Jesus
Calling on an old friend
I might set my sails for Paris
If I catch a good wind
Like a cold empty church
Aching for the light
There's an old flame burning down
Birmingham tonight

Pour a little gas on the fire
Turn your back on the past
Or it will blaze you blind
In the name
Of some ancient desire

There's an old flame
Burning down Birmingham tonight

The first things that we learn are the last things we forget
An empty heart is really just filled up with regret
The walls that surround us we've built with our own hands
We tear them down, but stone by stone we build them back again

We put our faith in bridges that we've never crossed
The peace that I've found comes from many battles lost
We push and pull and try to make our diamonds out of dust
Redemption cracks a whip and drives out the best in us

Oh the irony of love
Oh there's never quite enough
Next thing that you know somehow you've got too much and then it's
Ohh, the irony

Once you roll the dice your hands are bound to shake
Cause you've lost it all before you know now what's at stake
Strength is found is by breaking down and learning how to bend
Like a sinner that is knocking at the church door but they won't let him in

Oh the irony of love
Oh there's never quite enough
Next thing that you know somehow you've got too much and then it's
Ohh, the irony

I go out most every night
Chasing ghost around this town
I say all the right things at the wrong time
I'm always standing on the outside
Why won't somebody take me home?

Love shouldn't hurt so bad
Love shouldn't hurt so bad

Call me a victim of the game
Call me a casualty of luck
They say you got to learn to crawl
Before you ever run at all
So come on baby take me home

Hold me up high in the silver lining
Cause I'm turning into dust

I've been on a steep decline
Trying to walk on the fault line
And little by little
Things just come unraveled
Until you're wearing through the wire

This town is a wasteland baby
So put the fuse onto the spark

Well its now or nothing
Come on just give it what you've got
Tonight the Lonely will survive
There's no heart left behind

I've given up so many times
Held my ashes to the light
Inch by inch you lose
The ground you stand on
And coming back's the hardest part

Out there in the darkness
Hang me in the silver lining

Well its now or nothing
Come on just give it what you've got
Tonight the Lonely will survive
There's no heart left behind

Somewhere there's a postcard
An old stark
Still frame in my mind
Someplace I call nameless
Only the aimless
Are lucky enough to find

It's a slow and easy feeling
This solitary life Ive chose to lead

Living in lonely
I'm strung out again
Nothing to hold me
But pain pills and
Backseat friends
Living in lonely

Somewhere there's a shadow
A raging echo in the dark
A dream that seems tracless
Like faithless hymn I know by heart

It's a slow and sweet surrender
Letting go of ever being free from

Living on lonely
I'm strung out again
Nothing to hold me
But a two lane
On a cocaine binge
Living on lonely

Living on lonely
I'm strung out again
No one to hold me

I'm living on lonely
Strung out again
Nothing to hold me
But pain pills
And backseat friends
Living on lonely

It's a dangerous place
For a girl like me
Shifting through the ash and dust
Carve my name
On a cannonball
I'm about to self destruct

I'm way too old
To be alone
And I'm way too young to die
I should probably
Head back to Muscle Shoals
When I'm straight enough to drive

Why you gotta show up
Everytime I'm broken ?

Ooo
I know too much about you
Oooo
I know too much
I know too much about you

Well word gets around
In this ghost of a town
And I know your kind does too
I don't need another reason to hate myself I don't need another bad tattoo

Why you gotta be here
Nobody wants to be here

Ooo
I know too much about you
Oooo
I know too much
I know too much about you

It's a dangerous place for a girl like me
It's a dangerous place for a girl like me
It's dangerous place for a girl like me

Well I've got a fever
That's been wearing me out
Since you looked my lips that way
So come here sugar
Settle me down
I'll wrap you in poison and lace

I like my whiskey
How I like my men
Right on the tip of my tongue
Now I'm not saying it's right
Not saying it's wrong
Just I think I've falling in lust

So kiss me like you own me
Hold me like a heathen
Call me Delilah
I can be your favorite sin
I've been a good girl
Most of my life
But I wanna know what
The devil feels like

You're a bad decision
A thorn in my pride
The venom I want in my veins
So lean a little closer
Let me whisper in your ear
Laisse moi te guider

Kiss me like you own me
Hold me like a heathen
Call me Delilah
I can be your favorite sin
Lord I've been a good girl
Most of my life
I wanna know what
The devil feels like

I probably wouldnt have come back here
If my parents weren't around
I hate the way my name falls
So weightless in this town
I don't know if this is living
Or slow motion suicide
But there something about Christmas
Makes me blur the line

We all smuggle in Our demons
Like strung out movie stars
We've all got our own good reasons
To hide how old we are
All the years that seemed to disappear
Come back to claim their debt
We hold on to our heartache
Like a noose around our necks

I, I'm covered up
I'm cover up
By the smoke and the dust
The glitter and the rust
Of the Goldrush

I've spent a quarter of a century
On truck stop souvenirs
Now home is just a postcard
Saying "Wishing you were here"

I'm chiseled on the prayer list
At the Darby Church of Christ
I'm might go down there on Sunday
If I'm not too stoned to drive

I, I'm covered up
I'm cover up
By the smoke and the dust
The glitter and the rust
Of the Gold...

I rushed into being older
Like flash in the pan
And the thought just bowled me
I'll never be that young
No
I'll never be this young again

I, Im covered up
I'm cover up
By the smoke and the dust
The glitter and the rust
Of the Goldrush
Of the goldrush