Kindling Bridges from Texas Dust by Nathan Evans Fox

KINDLING BRIDGES - NATHAN EVANS FOX

Let apathy grow on me
Like whiskey warmth and a mother’s mind,
I’m growing tired of
Singing hymns for fickle friends,
Spending hours on my knees for someone else’s sins.
Ain’t no starting over, ain’t no picking up pieces
That were handed to me already broken.
If I forget my religion, did it really go missing--
All these kindling bridges were built for burning.

Were we ever really born here or were we just found?
These tongues of fire, Lord, in my kerosene mouth.
Seems we started at our endings,
When they put her in the ground.
We ain’t nothing but West Texas dust
And a kernel of corn for the moonshine poor
In the good Lord’s South.

Let the dust grow on every hymn and song,
Every memory branded by a Bible verse,
the faithful and sure, the well-intentioned, my pious kin’s,
And I seek no deliverance
For my feet grow deep in muddy creeks.
The tongues of these altar, they’ve forgotten
The taste I offered of sweaty knees,
Of praying prayers with bloody cheeks
For these ghosts we keep.

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Christian
• Country
• alt-country
• americana
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Nashville