Adam Baldwin - Salvation

No Rest for the Wicked is available March 29th on Sonic Records. Visit http://adambaldwin.ca/ for tour dates and more. VIDEO CREDITS Director: Michael Melski DOP: Christopher Ball Line Producer: Craig Cameron Visual FX: Blake Stilwell Colorist: Marc Savoie Art Director: Michael Pierson 2nd Unit DOP: Victor Stegemann SALVATION (written by Adam Baldwin) Don't draw up your curtain Don't lock your front door Don't you play coy, we're not estranged anymore Come hither, come hither, buddy you know I'll get in Come slither, come slither, let’s get a smile on your chin I come alive in the evening I'll have you back by the dawn You're paranoid when your sleeping so you can sleep when I'm gone I'll huff and I'll puff I'll blow this house of cards down Enough ain't enough till enough comes around So how’s it going down there In your cold church basement And how ya feeling down there Have you found salvation? Forgive me my trespass It’s not what it seems It’s a mere invitation to let me haunt all your dreams And I'll lead you not into the sweet allure Now let me in, let me in, open the fucking door Now how’s it going down there In your cold church basement And how ya feeling down there Have you found salvation? Are you lost and forgotten Have you not been forgiven Let the saints surrender And make saviours of sinners I know that you can hear me And I know that you can see me And I know that you can hear me And I know that you can see me So don't you walk away from me ‘cause I know that you can see me And I know that you can hear me How’s it going down there In that cold church basement And how ya feeling down there Have you lost sensation Well how’s it going down there In your cold church basement And how ya feeling down there Have you found salvation? "At some point while writing this record, I’d given my addiction a personality. He was like a junk yard dog on the other side of a fence I’m cursed to walk by from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. I wanted that to come through on this recording in particular. The guitars had to be jagged, the bass had to growl, the words had to snap and bark. I was attending twelve step meetings in the basement of a church in the south end of Halifax. One was held a few hours before I had to go to work singing songs at whatever bar, around the various substances I was desperate to avoid. This is where the religious imagery comes from. I’m not a religious man, but I was trying to find a god of any sort to save me from myself. I wrote the words in my head during one meeting just by looking at the old cross stitches hanging crookedly around the room, and from listening to the harshest truths I’ve ever heard, delivered by some of the most unassuming folks I’d ever met. Truth is cold. It’s uncomfortable, it’s harsh. That basement was cold. Damn cold." - Adam Baldwin, February 2019