Rushlow was an American country music band founded in 2003 by Tim Rushlow, who was originally the lead vocalist of the country music band Little Texas until 1997, when he left for a solo career. In addition to Tim Rushlow, who assumed the role of lead vocalist, the group was composed of his first cousin Doni Harris (banjo, acoustic guitar, vocals), as well as Kurt Allison (acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vocals), Tully Kennedy (bass guitar, vocals), Rich Redmond (drums), and Billy Welch (keyboards).
Signed to Lyric Street Records in 2003, Rushlow released two singles and one album (Right Now) on the label that year. Rushlow and Harris later recorded as Rushlow Harris for the Show Dog Nashville label in 2006.
Before the foundation of Rushlow, lead vocalist Tim Rushlow was co-lead vocalist with Brady Seals in the band Little Texas. In 1997, Rushlow left for a solo career. His first cut was the musical track "Totally Committed" on comedian Jeff Foxworthy's 1998 album of the same name. Tim Rushlow signed to Atlantic Records in 2000, charting the Top Ten single "She Misses Him" that year. Other singles from his self-titled debut album, however, failed to make Top 40, due in part to the closure of his label in 2001. He formed the group Rushlow after deciding that he was not made for a solo career, saying: "I did some shows and I had a band and a bus, but I never felt real comfortable as the Tim Rushlow solo guy with this band that was not named, that was just sort of 'Tim's backup band.' It just never really felt right."
I've crawled this corridor once before
to the shadows where it ends
Peeled back all of the paper doors
to remind me where I've been
Seeds to be sown,
who would've known
The balance fractured
this far in
who left this
way open?
Unguarded
paths chosen
all guilty
they stand in judgment of,
those who would travel and
all are guilty
to swing the pendulum,
to eat the temporal
they all know harvest time is coming soon
I hold a fragile light
before faces stone ascend
Luminous for what it's worth
in an amber ragged mist
I left this
way open
I wanted
paths chosen
all guilty
they stand in judgment of,
those who would travel and
all are guilty
to swing the pendulum,
to eat the temporal
we all know harvest time is coming soon
Listen spoke in broken words
To those who would try to hide
Beckoning the Earth to draw you nigh
Make your vendetta of the ground,
sundered ground lover