Hush Hush

by Kentucky Knife Fight

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Reviews of Kentucky Knife Fight's newest release, "Hush Hush"

"Hush Hush: Wherein the St. Louis-via-Edwardsville band marries its bluesy barroom blitzes with a cinematic scope. For its third full-length, the quintet remains clouded in cigarette smoke and dark-tinted glasses, but there's a touch of the auteur with how the album is assembled. There is plenty of Kentucky Knife Fight's trademark boogie and swagger alongside its more art-directed interludes...Hush Hush is the album that the band needed to make; it doesn't abandon Knife Fight's core sound but widens the lens with a greater focus on storytelling and mood setting."
- Christian Schaeffer for The Riverfront Times

"Every lyric, every lick on the guitar, and every single tattoo scattered throughout Kentucky Knife Fight screams about cutting the crap and getting down and dirty. Every song inspires to be wild and free (and sometimes a little bit naughty), and at the end of "Love the Lonely," I kind of want to be a vindictive bitch that steals souls and pours evil love potions everywhere. St. Louis NOW has the distinct pleasure of being the birthplace of Kentucky Knife Fight, who's musical genre is a melting pot of blues, rock, and sex."
- Kaylee Goins for KMNR

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View the official music video for "Love the Lonely" here:

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find more info at kentuckyknifefight.net

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released 02 March 2013

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KENTUCKY KNIFE FIGHT is:
JASON HOLLER / vocals • CURT BREWER / guitar, banjo, vocals JAMES BAKER / drums • NATHAN JONES / guitar, vocals
NATHAN JATCKO / keys • JASON KOENIG / bass, vocals

Additional personnel:
Andy Ament / sax • Zack Dismukes / trumpet • David Beeman / vocals Morgan Nusbaum / vocals • Seth Porter / vocals
Emma Tiemann / violin • Liz Meyers / cello
David Vandervelde / mellotron

Horn arrangement by Brewer, String arrangements by Brewer & Jatcko

Music by Kentucky Knife Fight, Words by Holler
© 2013 all rights reserved

Photography by Nate Burrell (beforetheblink.com)
Art Design by Nathan Jones
Bandcamp Profile Photo by Joshua Black Wilkins

booking: kentuckyknifefight@yahoo.com
lyrics at www.kentuckyknifefight.net

www.facebook.com/kentuckyknifefight

Sincere Thanks to David Beeman, Kit Hamon, David Vandervelde, DAD, Nate Burrell, Daren Gratton at Throwing Things Records, Joshua Black Wilkins, Whiskey Folk Ramblers, Steve Pohlman, Stephen Baier, Seth Porter, Morgan Nusbaum, and to our fans, family, and friends in St. Louis and elsewhere that help keep us alive and moving forward

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Kentucky Knife Fight's music evokes images of smoky bars where wood paneling lines the walls, worlds covered in shadow and stained with liquor. The St. Louis five piece punk-blues wrecking crew create songs about desperate people doing desperate things in places they shouldn’t be. If there is a jukebox at the end of the universe you will find Kentucky Knife Fight between The Stooges and Tom Waits. ... more

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Track Name: Paper Flowers Three
in the morning, came fame
everyone will now know their names
and the story they had sewn came undone

they awoke in a field
it took three tries to start the Bonneville
he could see his breath wrapped around the wheel

he pressed to his lips
a mentholated cigarette
his hands trembled as he pulled matches from his pocket

she could sense he was weak
she drew her hand upon his cheek
and began a simple prayer she hoped to never repeat

Judge not for we know not what we do.
Track Name: Bad Blood
Up for days
at the Tic Toc Inn
with some old habits
and some new found friends.
got a bad complexion,
got a bloody nose,
turn down service,
and free HBO.
got bad blood, bad blood, bad blood, bad blood.

Mamma know I
won't be home by
Tuesday morning
for the funeral I've--
got some business
got some things to do.
tell that holy roller
sitting next to you
he's preaching bad blood, bad blood, bad blood, bad blood.

Mamma know I
won't be home by
Tuesday morning
for the funeral I've--
got some business
got some things to do.
tell that holy roller
sitting next to you
he can let this town drown in its own wretchedness.
Track Name: Misshapen Love
why you wanna go
and wreck my life?
why you wanna go
and bleed me dry?
why do your words
seem so insincere?
why do your intentions
seem so unclear?

they tried to warn me
but I couldn't hear.
the water was rising
the flood was near.
we struck a match
and sang the song
of our hollow, misshapen love.
of our hollow, misshapen love.

how long must we
hold the reins?
how many shoulders
must we place the blame?
when you treat
the ones you love this way
i wonder how you treat
those you hate.

they tried to warn me
but I couldn't hear.
the water was rising
the flood was near.
we struck a match
and sang the song
of our hollow, misshapen love.
of our hollow, misshapen love.

why you wanna go
and wreck my life?
why you wanna go
and bleed me dry?
why do your words
seem so insincere?
why do your intentions
seem so unclear?

they tried to warn me
but I couldn't hear.
the water was rising
the flood was near.
we struck a match
and sang the song.
Track Name: Paper Flowers Two
all the debts
that they owed
would be paid back
ten fold
through the blood
and the flesh
of an unarmed man.
through the blood
and the flesh
of an unarmed man.

hid--
within
the case of a violin
a crudely
wrapped
diamond.
a crudely
wrapped
diamond.

"deliver us from evil"
she said.
"deliver us from evil
again."
"deliver us from evil"
she said.

through the dark
and the cold
every lie that he ever told
sat up in his review mirror
then disappeared.
sat up in his review mirror
then disappeared.

with his car
in the drive
he flashed his brights
for her to come outside.
a paper flower
behind her ear
as she faced the mirror.
a paper flower
behind her ear
as she faced the mirror.

"deliver us from evil"
she said.
"deliver us from evil
again."
"deliver us from evil"
she said.
Track Name: Love the Lonely
this is the sweetest
this is the sweetest part.
your fragile features
can only get you so far.
your make and model
has it’s share of defects.
your lovely language
has it’s share of suspects.

I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want, you see–
I love the lonely
I love the lonely
cause they love me

no need for speaking
we both know what to expect.
hang your reservations
up with your coat, keys, and cigarettes.

I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want, you see–
I love the lonely
I love the lonely
cause they love me

you shake and shiver.
from my lips a lie is born
to be here always
to caress your naked form.
the morning whimpers
and crawls back in it’s tired skin
till night comes knocking
at your door once again.

I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want, you see–
I love the lonely
I love the lonely
cause they love me.

I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want ya
Track Name: Hush Hush
though I can't recall
how your skin felt in my palm
though I have no knowledge
of the rights and all the wrongs
that we perpetrated
in secret with great speed
whilst intoxicated
but those are formalities.

oh the boardwalk's breaking
and the walls are caving
in on everything
and i can't seem to act right.

if I could express
that which is on my chest
if I could sift
the wheat from the all the rest
there would be no need
to carry on as i do
night after night
fangs drawn and I'm in dress shoes.

oh the boardwalk's breaking
and the walls are caving
in on everything
and I can't seem to act right.

someone's knocking loudly
some young thing in distress
who's sniffed out our folly
who's in a state of undress.
she's here to manage risk
talk equity and leverage
in a short term period
like some day trading hedonist.

oh the boardwalk's breaking
and the walls are caving
in on everything
and I can't seem to act right.
Track Name: Gunsmoke
father watched Gunsmoke
in the family room
while mother scrapped the plates.
with a wish in her mind
sister blew out the candles
on her birthday cake.
the last three words
the last three things
they'd ever hear her say
were "it's not enough, it's not enough"
and then she ran away.

I wanna leave in the morning
while my heart's still pumping
and I still have some something to prove.
I wanna leave in the morning
while my heart's still pumping
and I still have something to prove
to you, to you, you --

brother blacked his lips
and blacked his eyes
and then he hit the stage
draped in pearls
six inch heels
and his girlfriend's bustier.
the last three words
the last three things
they'd ever hear him say
were "it's not enough, it's not enough"
and then he ran away.

I wanna leave in the morning
while my heart's still pumping
and I still have some something to prove.
I wanna leave in the morning
while my heart's still pumping
and I still have something to prove
to you, to you, you --

sister tossed a match
in the Bonneville
just to be safe
there's no fingerprints,
strands of hair,
or pesky DNA.
the last three words
the last three things
they'd ever hear her say
were "it's not enough, it's not enough"
and then she ran away.

I wanna leave in the morning
while my heart's still pumping
and I still have some something to prove.
I wanna leave in the morning
while my heart's still pumping
and I still have something to prove
to you, to you, you --
Track Name: Father
I -- knew your father well
he was a life long
a lifetime criminal.

we -- we met way back when
when we were just boys
when we were just noise to them.

from -- our rented room
we'd plot and we'd plan.
we came to understand real soon,

the need -- to cleanse this town
of every soiled sheet
of every spoiled street around.

hold your hands up
where i can see them.
hold your hands up
toward the ceiling. (repeat)
because the mistakes of the past
are the ones that last.

there -- were weeks of heavy rain
as the river rose
it spilled out on the empty plains.

that's when we intervened
split the levee wide
brought the flood to the city.

we watched -- with every inch of eye
as the land began
to mirror the face of a perfect sky.

hold your hands up
where i can see them.
hold your hands up
toward the ceiling. (repeat)
because the mistakes of the past
are the ones that last.

some -- one's knocking loudly
guns drawn
no introductions necessary.

they -- stormed our room
and made the demands
to see our hands or they'd shoot.

walking for the door
gonna see if you really mean it.
when you say you're not afraid
to spread my brains across the ceiling.

officer there's no stopping
what's lurking in the weeds this season.
there's so much evil unborn in this world
for no rhyme or reason.
Track Name: Paper Flowers One
everyone
everything
looked suspicious
and seemed to lean.
and the words
that he spoke
were not his own.

there was no whistle
in the wind.
two shots broke the silence
and the only witness was
a wide open moon.

with a whisper
and a wink
he dropped the pistol
and he watched it sink
in a well
that he built
as a child.

across town
in a room
there was a girl
in cheap perfume
she laid her dress
on the bed
and prayed out loud.

she said,
"deliver
us from evil
tell those people
with their steeples
to judge not
for we know not
what we do."

she said,
"deliver
us from evil
tell those people
with their steeples
to judge not
for we know not
what we do."
Track Name: Bad Blood (Alternate Mix from Studio CTS)
Up for days
at the Tic Toc Inn
with some old habits
and some new found friends.
got a bad complexion,
got a bloody nose,
turn down service,
and free HBO.
got bad blood, bad blood, bad blood, bad blood.

Mamma know I
won't be home by
Tuesday morning
for the funeral I've--
got some business
got some things to do.
tell that holy roller
sitting next to you
he's preaching bad blood, bad blood, bad blood, bad blood.

Mamma know I
won't be home by
Tuesday morning
for the funeral I've--
got some business
got some things to do.
tell that holy roller
sitting next to you
he can let this town drown in its own wretchedness.
Track Name: Love the Lonely (Electropolis Remix)
this is the sweetest
this is the sweetest part.
your fragile features
can only get you so far.
your make and model
has it’s share of defects.
your lovely language
has it’s share of suspects.

I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want, you see–
I love the lonely
I love the lonely
cause they love me

no need for speaking
we both know what to expect.
hang your reservations
up with your coat, keys, and cigarettes.

I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want, you see–
I love the lonely
I love the lonely
cause they love me

you shake and shiver.
from my lips a lie is born
to be here always
to caress your naked form.
the morning whimpers
and crawls back in it’s tired skin
till night comes knocking
at your door once again.

I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want, you see–
I love the lonely
I love the lonely
cause they love me.

I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want ya
I got you right where I want ya
Track Name: Paper Flowers Three (Bonus Mix)
in the morning, came fame
everyone will now know their names
and the story they had sewn came undone

they awoke in a field
it took three tries to start the Bonneville
he could see his breath wrapped around the wheel

he pressed to his lips
a mentholated cigarette
his hands trembled as he pulled matches from his pocket

she could sense he was weak
she drew her hand upon his cheek
and began a simple prayer she hoped to never repeat

Judge not for we know not what we do.