Hi! So I wrote this song while I was in Kentucky, specifically in the basement of a house surrounded by trees and bamboo (and ticks.) I wrote a good chunk of it in this almost enclosed patio that was halfway beneath the earth but was glass so it would be berated by the rain and made the nature surrounding it look elegant. I think it sounds really cool and is personally one of my favorites.

Lyrics~

The dark red rain falling from the sky

The dark gray clouds reflected in my hazel eyes

At the derby Im just trying to get lucky

Driving far south till I hit kentucky

With the ticks that burrow in my pale skin

And the gospel pastors that preach of my sin

Humid and hot like the pits of hell

Surrounded by kentucky fried boys like a southern belle

Chorus

With the unbridled spirit coursing the state

Like a goldenrod looking to pollinate

Gambling on the horses and doing fine

Wash away my woes with backyard moonshine

Vulnerable On these warm southern nights

Rolling down south like an urban blight

Wash it all down with homebrew sweet tea

A constant feeling of ecstasy

The winds picking up and blowing the trees

I think ill kick back another sweet tea

The storms brewing in just like the bourbon

The locals are burning their couch again

The bamboo forests are full of ticks

Goatman runs rampant in Pope Lick

Walk thru the town bluegrass is all I hear

Their team won so I can hear them cheer

Chorus

With the unbridled spirit coursing the state

Like a goldenrod looking to pollinate

Gambling on the horses and doing fine

Wash away my woes with backyard moonshine

Vulnerable On these warm southern nights

Rolling down south like an urban blight

Wash it all down with homebrew sweet tea

An ever constant feeling of ecstasy

Bridge

Well the storm rolled on in and my car wont start

I can hear the sound of my still beating heart

On this dirt road in the middle of no where

The dark red rain is soaking my hair

Im like a force rebuilding my charge

My smirking face will be at large

I’ve got no problem being used by you

Worst case scenario its just song fuel

Chorus

With the unbridled spirit coursing the state

Like a goldenrod looking to pollinate

Gambling on the horses and doing fine

Wash away my woes with backyard moonshine

Vulnerable On these warm southern nights

Rolling down south like an urban blight

Wash it all down with homebrew sweet tea

A constant feeling of ecstasy