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The Weeks - Brother in the Night | OurVinyl Sessions

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Published on Nov 5, 2012

Check out The Weeks from Nashville via Jackson, MS performing their song Brother In The Night from the 2014 album Dear Bo Jackson. New sessions every week! Subscribe for the latest OurVinyl performances: http://bit.ly/1FkkrKs

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Since March of 2006, when band members Uel Dee, (guitar) Cyle Bones, (vocals) Cain Cobra, (drums) and Dee Bone (bass) were just 14 to 16 years old, The Weeks have been pumping out their signature brew of alternative/grunge/funk/punk/country/blues rock. There's no turning back now.

Based in Nashville, Tennessee, but from Jackson, Mississippi, The Weeks signed to the Esperanza Plantation label in July of 2008 in order to release their debut album, Comeback Cadillac. Hailed as a southern man's Mars Volta, The Weeks first release showcased the groups strong roots in southern rock, while long branches reached towards newer influences.

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Lyrics:
Well I trace shapes in clouds and I saw things I've never seen
We move like renegades down interstates reload their magazine
Almost killed us in that city it was far too close to call
So we put money in the bags ripped wanted posters off the wall
Say I’m wanted for a murder of a man I've never seen
They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in Holly Springs
May have killed a man before, but not the one that they exclaim
They’ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang

Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Still pumping blood
Well I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Mississippi mud
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe
Won't let me breathe
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me

Well death is always close there's always vultures on my trail
And the inside of this hotels better than a prison cell
Well that southern whiskeys stinging singing words upon my breath
I was worried about forgetting so I tattooed it on my chest
I’m a southern man forever like the wind inside the pines
And my Grandma used to sing it oh to my brother and I
How I wish could get back the precious thoughts and newer skin
And we scurried out the window 'for the cops they busted in

Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Still pumping blood
Well I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Mississippi mud
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe
Won't let me breathe
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me

We were messengers for millions, we're a midnight masquerade
We can walk away from all this as the town goes up in flames
As civilians in a war we can die right where we live
Well you can walk away from all this go back home and see your kids
I've got a knife inside my boot yes my brothers got one too
You can bring 'em on, lets have a ball, got nothing to lose
I got hearts and bended knees that shake no one that can see
No one here was coming faster, no one there will bother me

Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Still pumping blood
Well I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Mississippi mud
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe
Won't let me breathe
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me

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