Rivers

Rivers

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Heavy Americana, Western Psychedelic. Rivers is a trio from Austin, TX that combines the moods and sounds of rural American folk and blues music with the raw force of rock and roll.

Biography

Heavy Americana, Western Psychedelic. Rivers is a trio from Austin, TX that combines the moods and sounds of rural American folk and blues music with the raw force of rock and roll.

Lyrics

Strugglin'

Written By: Rivers

There's a lot of people out there in the world tonight
Ain't gonna make it 'til the morning light...

There's a lot of people out there who got nowhere to go
Alone in a city that they don't know....

My baby's struggling, I'm struggling too
Searching for a crack where the light shines through...
When things can't get any worse, that's when they do
Searching for a crack where the light shines through...

Whiskey in the morning, gin and tonic at noon
Pulling down the blinds in a motel room...

The higher that you go, the farther you can fall,
It's best to keep low and just crawl, baby, crawl!

Snakes are in the grass, wolves are at the door
Ain't a lot of people you can trust anymore....

Towers are burning down, levees gonna break..,
Get the hell out of the way, run for God's sake!

Ships are lost out in the fog....
Begging and starving like a stray dog....
Waiting for the spider
Tangled up like a fly...
Ain't gonna make it out alive!

Cain, he went and dwelt in the land of Nod....
I'm running like hell from a vengeful god.

Evil is sleeping in the hearts of men...
You better stay quiet in the lion's den.

Willow Tree

Written By: Rivers

Down in the shadow of the willow tree,
Something jumped up, took hold of me....
I said "Go! Better leave me be."

Out from a crack in the earth, so deep,
Something jumped up, took hold of me...
I said "Go!..."
Ashes fell around me and I ran home.

Illness on my mind, sun sinking down behind me,
Who's that shuffling 'round their feet?
Who's following me?
These strange friends of mine
Living deep in the pines, so deep in the pines,
Shadowy characters, charlatans,
Many would wish ill will on a good man...

Every time the wind starts blowing, every time the rooster crows,
I hear that shuffling behind me,
Who's following me?
In the middle of the woods there's a red glow,
Something's going on, I know.
Whispered spells, secret plans,
Many would wish ill will on a good man.

Ghost in the graveyard,
Crow on the telephone wire,
Stranger at the crossroads
Warming by a trash can fire,
Omens in the wind,
Always drifting in on me....

A figure in the window,
A candle burning way down low,
A rustling in the branches,
A moonlit shadow,
Omens in the wind,
Always drifting in on me.