- published: 25 Feb 2016
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Austin Lucas is an indie artist best known for his own blend of folk punk.
Austin grew up in Bloomington, IN the United States, but moved to the Czech Republic in 2003. In 2008, Austin relocated back to the United States. Contrary to some uninformed sources, Austin was never a Czech citizen. He is the son of Bob Lucas who is a producer/songwriter best known for his work with Alison Krauss. Austin spent six years as a member of the Indiana University Children's Choir.
Austin was bassist/backing vocals in the band Twenty Third Chapter from 1997–1999, lead vocalist in Rune from 1998-2000. He was also involved with the band K10 Prospect as lead singer/guitarist from 2000-2004. He now plays lead guitar in Prague-based Guided Cradle, 2004-current. Austin has worked in conjunction with fellow Indie artist Chuck Ragan. The two first collaborated in 2007 when they released a split and later on the Bristle Ridge LP in 2008. His current album was recorded with the help of his father and sister Chloe Manor in his family home located in Ohio. Austin took part of the Revival Tour and played with Chuck Ragan, Ben Nichols and Tim Barry.
Curtains hide from the prying eyes off of the television's glow
As three friends sit in their home so far away from home
For we cut ourselves from a sinking ship
Found only more drugs and booze
Old habits took hold
While we slept from the breath of the moon
And a pendulum swings with an axe guided weight
Cutting lives from a never growing stone
A tender voice is often heard where the truth is seldom told
It's a hard earned disgrace when the brunt of the (?) finds the faces of friend and family
As our futures turned out to be what they hoped or believed
And we made our way playing heartbreaking games
And our eyes are the bitterest of truth
Intentions speak not as loud as the choices made in you
And it's been a long hard winter
We danced near the fire 'til we withered away
We shook and we slept long in the morning
Oh your face could be that of a stranger
As the rose on your cheek turned to gray
The mirror showed who we are
Not who we long to be
Though my words hit you like a bare knuckle boxer
Whipping boy you've been beaten by yourself
So caught in the coma but whisper and you hear the devil's howl
Both strong willed and weak
You hold the tools to escape
My dearest friend, I cannot hold you alone
And I fear the path on which you travel
I could never follow along
And we made our way playing heartbreaking games
And our eyes are the bitterest of truth
Intentions speak not as loud as the choices made in you
And it's been a long hard winter
We danced near the fire 'til we withered away
We shook and slept long in the morning
Oh your face could be that of a stranger
As the rose on your cheek turned to gray
The mirror showed who we are
Not who we long to be
And it's been a long hard winter
We danced near the fire 'til we withered away
We shook and slept long in the morning