And Into Heaven Came The Night

Songs from Lincoln Durham's
And Into Heaven Came The Night

All songs written by Lincoln Durham / Published by Rayburn Publishing, SESAC

1. HEAVEN 3:16
Written by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar - Chris Hausler: Drums

A rebel fell from grace

To a hell called “Earth”

He said, “Don’t y'all worry, my friends

You’ll get your money’s worth.”

For every sun there comes a moon

A moon

And into heaven came the night

The night

Dig your hands into the ash

And sift through once was

Death upon death you’ll find

And all just because

For every rise there is a fall

A fall

And into heaven came the night

The night

And into heaven came the night x 6

2. PREACHER 2:37
Written by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar, Cigar Box Guitar - Chris Hausler: Drums, Mini Marvin

Head under water

Heart-blind with love

‘Cause the sins that wash away

Look a bit like blood

Goddamn this reverend

Baptizing me

Goddamn this reverend

Like he did me

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it for the Devil

Who has got you by the heels

And drags you underneath

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it for the Devil

Who has got you by the heels

And drags you underneath

He says I’m wanted

For God had a son

And the Devil…he’s jealous

Now he wants one

Right hand for the Bible

Left hand for the gun

Goddamn this reverend

He caught the Devil’s son

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it for the Devil

Who has got you by the heels

And drags you underneath

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it for the Devil

Who has got you by the heels

And drags you underneath

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it for the Devil

Who has got you by the feet

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it for the Devil

Who pulls you underneath

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it for the Devil

Who has got you by the feet

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it for the Devil

Who has got you by the heels

And drags you underneath

Preach it, preacher

Preach it sweet

Preach it for the Devil

Who has got you by the heels

And drags you underneath

3. HATE 4:13
Written by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar, Cigar Box Guitar - Chris Hausler: Drums

I am chaos

I am war

A little pestilence

With a mighty sword

A little infestation

With a so-called sophistication

And a presumed holy salvation

Look what I’ve become

Looking like a devil’s son

Look what I’ve become

Am I still your chosen one?

Look what I’ve become

I am monstrous

I am hate

In the name of the LORD

And for Heaven’s sake

A little congregation

With a misread revelation

And a self-proclaimed ordination

Look what I’ve become

Looking like a devil’s son

Look what I’ve become

Am I still your chosen one?

Look what I’ve become

We give birth to disturbance

We are plague, every one of us

We will choke on the dirt

We are cursed

No, we are the curse

Look what I’ve become

Hate me

fuel me

Hate me

fuel me

Hate me

fuel me

Hate me

fuel me

Hate me

fuel me

4. GRAVE 3:50
Written by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar, Cigar Box Guitar, Drums, Percussion

Whisper in the flames

Breathe in their smoke

Paint yourself in ash

And listen to the secrets

That the flames spoke

They say death got your tongue

That death swallowed your song

He came a-calling with a gentle rhyme

To show you just where you belong

If you were in your grave

I’d have heard you sing

Your aria of sorrow and pain

While the church bells ring

If you were in your grave

Earth heavy in lung

I’d have heard you howl and wail

Long after the church bells rung

If you were in your grave

I would hear you sing

Seductive, cold embrace

Come-hithers in your ear

Like a harlot wearing silk and lace

Persistently drawing you near

She keeps calling to you

She keeps calling your name

She says, “Come to me, my child

Wash away all your burdens and shame.”

If you were in your grave

I’d have heard you sing

Your aria of sorrow and pain

While the church bells ring

If you were in your grave

With earth heavy in lung

I’d have heard you call to me

Llong after the church bells rung

If you were in your grave

I’d have heard you sing to me

5. LAUGH 4:41
Lincoln: Vocal, Backup Vocals, Guitar, Piano, Fiddle, Drums

Wake up

And see the diamonds floating by

They silently glitter

Like angels; fly so high

You reach to kiss them

But you can’t stand the pain

The sweet smell slowly kills you

Washed away in the driving rain

Where did you go

My old friend?

Did you finally find

The sun through the rain?

Where did you go

My old friend?

Did you finally

Laugh at the pain?

Sculptures

Turn from stone to mud

As you shared all your wisdom

With a snap of your glove

The silver tells a story

Of so very long ago

But the story begins

Now that you’ve grown old

Where did you go

My old friend?

Did you finally find

The sun through the rain?

Where did you go

My old friend?

Did you finally

Laugh at the pain?

Where did you go

My old friend?

Where did you go

My old friend?

6. DEATH 3:27
Written by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln: Vocal, Backup Vocals, Guitar, Pump Organ, Fiddle, Sheet Metal - Chris Hausler: Drums

The leaf, it flutters…flutters…fluttering, trembling…still fluttering

It clings, it claws, it keeps…it keeps to the branch. It keeps fluttering.

The wind, it howls, it blows…it howls at the tree. It’s bellowing.

You are the wind that blows. I am the leaf that’s now falling.

You’re the death of me

A beckoning

Into insanity

You’re the death of me

You pull my puppet-strings

To the will of thee

You’re the death of me.

We are such feeble things…such feeble little things, feebly gasping.

We breathe a breath…we breathe…we gasp for the breath that’s so fleeting.

I am the one who breathes, who is pleading once more to breathe.

You are my breath. You are my last. You are the death of me.

You’re the death of me

A beckoning

Into insanity

You’re the death of me

You pull my puppet-strings

To the will of thee

You’re the death of me…death of me…death of me.

The wind, it howls…it blows…it howls at the tree. It’s bellowing.

You are the wind that blows. I am the leaf that’s now falling.

7. GNAW 3:09
Written by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar, Cigar Box Guitar - Alissa Durham, Backup Vocals - Chris Hausler: Drums

Here he comes again, my old foe

No, no, no

I could not keep him in his hole

No, no, no

It’s one, two, three, but never four

No, no, no

Then repeat it again, forevermore

Forevermore

He gnaws away my control

His toothless gums gnaw to my soul

Then, he cackles

All the way back to his hole

Chaotic nightmares behind my eyes

Why, why, why?

They tangle, they tear, they twist-up my mind

Why, why, why?

Where devils, and demons, and hells collide

Why, why, why?

A fragile smile says everything's fine. Everything's fine.

He gnaws away my control

His toothless gums gnaw to my soul

Then, he cackles

All the way back to his hole

He gnaws away my control

His toothless gums gnaw to my soul

Then, he cackles

All the way back to his hole

8. FEATHER 3:07
Written by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar, Cigar Box Guitar - Chris Hausler: Drums

I see you flashing that vicious grin again

I hear the tick-tock-tick of your bomb

You want another innocent statistic

In your sadistic little hard-on

I know you’re crawling out your hole for another round

And spitting out your hate like napalm

I won’t be the collateral damage

You want an enemy

You got one

I won’t be a feather in your

Storm

I’ll be the rage. I’ll be the

War!

Shackle yourself to getting off on vengeance

While preaching to me about your freedom

Shouting of peace, but never losing rhythm

To the beat of your war drum

Huff! Puff! Blow your bitter wind

Bring about your pissing rain

I’ll be the thorn in your flesh

I’ll be the blistering pain

I won’t be a feather in your

Storm

I’ll be the rage. I’ll be the

War!

I won’t be a feather

In your storm

I’ll be the rage

I’ll be the war

I won’t be a feather

In your storm

I will be the rage

That’s your one warning

9. HERO 3:34
Written by Lincoln Durham

Lincoln: Vocal, Guitar, Cigar Box Guitar, Drums

I could not rise for fear of the fall

So I fell silent when you called

The knock on my door

Echoed through empty halls

I ain’t your hero

I won’t be there for you

I ain’t your hero

I won’t be there for you

I’m terrified of the silence in here

I’m terrified of what I might hear

Like a ringing of glass

Cracks form; I shatter with fear

I ain’t your hero

I won’t be there for you

I ain’t your hero

I won’t be there for you

I ain’t your goddamn knight

In goddamn shining armor

I ain’t your

Your hero

I ain’t your hero x 6

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Songs from Lincoln Durham's And Into Heaven Came The Night

Songs from Lincoln Durham's
And Into Heaven Came The Night