
“Veins”
Haunting Appalachian mountain tune in A modal, clawhammer banjo and fiddle duet, sparse upright bass, ancient folk atmosphere, misty holler at dusk, hypnotic drone strings, crooked melody, raw acoustic recording, traditional old-time music, no vocals, authentic mountain music, eerie but beautiful, deeply rooted American folk tradition.

“Veins”
Haunting Appalachian mountain tune in A modal, clawhammer banjo and fiddle duet, sparse upright bass, ancient folk atmosphere, misty holler at dusk, hypnotic drone strings, crooked melody, raw acoustic recording, traditional old-time music, no vocals, authentic mountain music, eerie but beautiful, deeply rooted American folk tradition.
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Out on a mission, girl
Running like a train through the whole damn world
Smoke’n my highs, on the go
Miss’n my stop, on an easy plateau
(Chorus)
And I’m cross’n this country of pain
Washed out roots from all the rain
The further I get, I might go sane
But, I’ve got….dark….history in these fuck’n veins
(Verse 2)
Age of the wolf, in sheep’s skin
Pearly whites, shine a devil’s grin
Burn’n up, the western sage
Pound’n my fist, in a piston of rage
(Chorus)
And I’m cross’n this country of pain
Washed out roots from all the rain
The further I get, I might go sane
But, I’ve got….dark….history in these fuck’n veins
(Banjo solo and fiddle)
(Verse 3)
Is the origin foul?
Or is it just the place we’re in?
I’ve got kills, on the prowl
Old haunts, eat’n my sin
(Chorus)
And I’m cross’n this country of pain
Washed out roots from all the rain
The further I get, I might go sane
But, I’ve got….dark….history in these fuck’n veins
(Verse 4)
Heaven knows, I’ll atone
Sins of our fathers, paid the tolls
It’s a long road out of hell
Promised I’d return to myself
Chorus)
And I’m cross’n this country of pain
Washed out roots from all the rain
The further I get, I might go sane
But, I’ve got….dark….history in these fuck’n veins
(Verse 5)
Came back to god say’n
“Dammit man, I’ve been praying”
You deemed all’s forgiven
A roll’n stone just keep on liven’
(Chorus)
And I’m cross’n this country of pain
Washed out roots from all the rain
The further I get, I might go sane
But, I’ve got….dark….history in these fuck’n veins
(Banjo outro)
