
Holler Bend
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- gothic rock
- dark
- atmospheric
- melancholic
- bittersweet
- passionate
- good artist
- southern rock
- dark rock
- alternative roots
- fantasy
- paranormal
- nocturnal
- introspective
- poetic
- ominous
- melancholy
- slide guitar blues
- fiddle
- harmonica
- lute
- dark folk
- blues rock
- cello
- slide guitar
- acoustic guitar
- good song
Lyrics
Instrumental Intro
(Slide guitar moans like a wounded thing)
Verse 1
Moss hangs heavy from the oak
Moonlight tangled in the smoke
Down the holler where the creek runs thin
Something howls beneath the skin
Your dress still hanging on the line
Ghost-white cotton, dried in brine
I smell the rain before it breaks
Feel the earth begin to shake
Pre-Chorus
Roots will hold what roots can reach
But some things language cannot preach
Chorus
Shadows where you used to stand
Footprints filling up with sand
Fiddle keens a lonely note
Sawdust in my ragged throat
Every lantern that I light
Burns against the swampy night
I keep calling through the bend
For a love that has no end
Verse 2
Church bell cracked at half past three
Never rang for you or me
Graveyard gate is swung on rust
Prayers dissolve to wine and dust
Preacher's words like brittle straw
Shatter on the courthouse floor
But your laughter's sharp and red
Rattling inside my head
Pre-Chorus
Harmonica cries down that long dirt track
But nothing ever brings you back
Chorus
Shadows where you used to stand
Footprints filling up with sand
Fiddle keens a lonely note
Sawdust in my ragged throat
Every lantern that I light
Burns against the swampy night
I keep calling through the bend
For a love that has no end
Bridge
Cello sighs beneath the moon
Cricket scratch a ragged tune
Maybe souls just wander slow
Through the places that they know
But I swear I felt your hand
Brushing through the Spanish moss
One more mile one more loss
Down this holler in the loam
I'll find my way back home
Final Chorus
Shadows where you used to stand
Leaning into different land
Fiddle wails a final note
Rattling in my hollow throat
Let the lantern gutter low
Let the muddy river flow
I go walking through the bend
Where your memory won't end
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