Moncton, New Brunswick’s own The Divorcees are celebrating sixteen years together, with the release of their fifth album, Drop of Blood. This album includes their featured single, “Dying Breed“.
The return of founding member Jason Haywood in 2019, who left the group in 2008, helped to reinvigorate the group’s chemistry, as they worked on Drop of Blood.
On the album, Alex Madsen says, “The Divorcees have been a story of never, ever taking the easy way out.” He continues, “and on this record, we most definitely did not. It’s called Drop of Blood for a reason.”
The band has spent many years paying their dues in the industry, and their sixth album is the culmination of lessons learned, tenacity, and a group of friends and brothers sharing a dream.
The lyrics in “Dying Breed” are some that we can all relate to. The song dives into a time capsule of experiences that shaped a generation. It’s a reminder of a generation of dedicated, hard-working, people who made an honest living, and cared for their families. I can’t help but think of my grandparents when I listen to this song. Songs like “Dying Breed” offer us all a reminder to appreciate and spend time with a generation of people who worked exceptionally hard for us to be in our current position.
Jason Haywood says, “We’re really happy to finally be able to share an intimate part of our world this way. This documentary gives a bit more of an in-depth look at our creative process, our history and a glimpse into what makes us who we are as people.”
The multi-award winning band, staying true to their East Coast roots, offer a traditional, americana country sound. If digging into the classics, like Merle Haggard, Willie Nelson, and Waylon Jennings is something you enjoy, you will enjoy The Divorcees and their take on classic outlaw country music.
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Lyrics To “Dying Breed” By The Divorcees
Faded in denim, laughs in the lines
The check’s in the mail, the fives in the dimes
Flowing through motions, stopping a while
The world’s in the windshield, life’s by the mile
Scars on the knuckles, cracks in his heart
Holding his aces, playing the part
Of a man who gambled, who won and lost
Paying the dealer, paying the cost
He’s the last of a dying breed
A wandering drifter lost to the breeze
A wanted man nobody needs
He’s the last of a dying breed
The earth keeps spinning, he’s standing still
Resisting the pull by the force of will
Running on empty, going alone
Fighting his demons, holding his own
He’s the last of a dying breed
A wandering drifter lost to the breeze
A wanted man nobody needs
He’s the last of a dying breed
His word’s a promise he’s gonna keep
In the shallows, still waters deep
He’ll draw a line that’s never blurred
He’s just a man cut from the herd
He’s the last of a dying breed
A wandering drifter lost to the breeze
A wanted man nobody needs
He’s the last of a dying breed
Well he’s the last of a dying breed
A wandering drifter lost to the breeze
A wanted man nobody needs
He’s the last of a dying breed
In country music, the Front Porch has long been a place of reflection. A place where you can look at the life you have inside that front door. A place where time almost seems to stand still, where you can get away. It’s also a place where you can go to observe the world as it passes by you. To think about your place out there beyond the driveway.
