The vocals and guitar in “Halifax” radiate
warmth and convey a sense of peacefulness. The serenity isn’t fully aligned
with the lyrics, which are included at the bottom of this post. Rhineland
explains that their single is about returning to a small hometown. The
reference to four years can be interpreted as a return after graduation from
college.
Quoting a helpful
description of the song:
“’Halifax’ is
Rhineland’s first release in over a year. It lyrically uses visceral imagery to
describe moving back home and reflecting on strange nuances of growing up in a
small-town/remote area and how different it can feel from others’ childhood and
adolescent years. It sonically features intimate guitars, melancholic melodies,
and driving percussion to create a nostalgic dreamscape. Rhineland recorded
this song locally with their friends from Vacation Manor in their studio in
central Virginia.”
It is always
interesting when a band holds an attractive contribution in its back pocket
until the final seconds of a song. In the case of “Halifax,” an unintrusive, yet
attention-grabbing, banjo makes its appearance in the outro. The banjo brings
an appealing contrast, since the “twanginess” that is inherent to the instrument
diverges slightly from the melodic intimacy felt through almost all of the
single.
Rhineland is an
Indie Rock band based in Lynchburg, Virginia. The members are Troy Bittner,
Josh Wright, Daniel Scicchitano, and Joseph Stevenson.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rhinelandband
Website:
https://www.rhineland.band/
Lyrics of “Halifax” by Rhineland
And I’m not close to your whisper
I’m not close to your whisper
The coal towns and carpet floors
Where I′m from they all want more
But the more I age the less I feel
Maybe I'll grow up this year
Something about the way this hurts
Four years but I'm the worst
And I lose sight where lines get blurred
Praying someday that I might learn
If I′m lost
Burn the churches
Cause there′s no souls
Left in Zion
The coal towns and carpet floors
Where I'm from they all want more
But the more I age the less I feel
Maybe I′ll grow up this year
Something about the way this hurts
Four years but I'm the worst
And I lose sight where lines get blurred
Praying someday that I might learn
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