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Barna Howard

by Barna Howard

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1.
Horizons fade in a rear view mirror To let me know that I have gone I feel it now, up in my chest For the people I have known for so long Well, sometimes I go home, just to see them We pour a strong one, then we're right back again Well, it's good to know they're there To tell me how it's been In the hills of ole Missouri A woman's life is looking dim While grandma watches Wheel of Fortune Because she knows that her's is already well spent Well, even though she's gone, I can hear her laugh Yeah, it won't be long, till I hear it coming back Well, I know that she'd be pleased To know that it will last I once had someone on my mind Until I carved her name into a tree Because who could find a pretty knife Sharp enough for what we'd need? Well, things will look a lot better when they ain't looking down So take a deep breath watch the people walking around Well, I hope it won't be long Till she pulls me to the ground Out on the road, heading toward the city I open up my eyes wide now Because I know it ain't make believe But children always seem so proud With one step to make, and one shoe to shine If I find a friend, I'll probably be fine Well, I think I just got caught In another nine to five
2.
Up on the hill, there's a tiny house With a big old rocking swing Where two love birds, perched upon it Are kissing because they know it's free While down below, the children run Faster everyday With grass and gravel on both their knees They grow with every bone they break Well, how's about moving To the sunny side of the country? I'll let you pick a window Paint yourself a mountain tall But leave behind the rain And if the color brings a smile I'll assume that you're doing okay Or find yourself a swimming hole Find yourself a brand new stone Toss it with the arm that your daddy gave you When you're tired you can go back home Well, how's about moving To the sunny side of the country? I'll let you pick a window Where the valley lays low And the sky is high, we can get down Where the river flows Beneath the pine, we can get down It's worth a try, you and I Well, how's about moving To the sunny side of the country? I'll let you pick a window
3.
Tinker Creek 04:06
I've left behind many things But never my only friend I fear I've failed the land I love I'm afraid I've lost the fence I could scream until the cows come home But they're all sick in bed Instead I'll say "No my love, we can start again." If I dream tonight I hope to find you there I'll tiptoe above the big ole crowd And look for curly hair I'll duck below their neckties To find me two feet bare As the artist paints another World beyond compare Down on Tinker Creek So come on back to the country And soon forget it all Where cobwebs catch nightmares And your children learn to fall Right before the sun dies Just sit them up real tall Like flowers in the garden When winter starts to crawl Down on Tinker Creek Well, if you wake before I die You can find me on the street Heading far from the city To find out what I need I hear that there's a land above I guess we'll have to see I'll share it there with you dear But first we'll have to meet Down on Tinker Creek
4.
It was hard to take, what she had to say "I fear our love has lost its way." Said the girl I couldn't help but fall for Well, I don't fall much, anymore Sometimes she'd wait, until the bed was made Then kindly ask if she could stay To tangle amongst the thorns But she don't ask much, anymore And I don't fall much, anymore But one day I hope that all can change One day I hope to fall, again When I'd get home, she'd be on the phone She never could stand feeling alone She'd hang up quick and pin me to the door But we don't roughhouse, anymore Young was the age, and youth was the place Still looking forward to yesterday We were blind, till we reached the shore So we don't walk that way, anymore And I don't fall much, anymore But one day I hope that all can change One day I hope to find love, again Yeah, it was hard to take, what she had to say "I fear our love has lost its way." Said the girl I couldn't help but fall for Well, I don't fall much, anymore
5.
Song for Joe 02:36
When he goes walking, on down the road His head is high up in the clouds He ain't much for talking, or so I'm told The friend of mine who can't be found But when we turned around, well, there he was To our surprise, coming back for us Yeah, he don't laugh now, and he don't cry Well, I wish he'd stop and wonder why He's all hooked up, on a precious thing Between a needled point and a rubber string But when we turned around, well, there he was To our surprise, coming back for us The last time we spoke, it had been a year He'd lost his mind, so we gave him tears Though, we tried our best to do what we could For the friend we thought was gone for good But when we turned around, well, there he was To our surprise, coming back for us
6.
Tell me what you're thinking I promise, I won't laugh There ain't no laughter here, anymore Can't you tell I'm lost By the way I reappear Wishing on the words you'd said before While time went by, things got good Even though we'd changed our plans I'd thank you now, if I could For tossing me to the wind Ain't it funny what you can find Between the lines of a goodbye kiss Well, if I go to see you In a New York catacomb I'm sure I'd probably feel the same But don't say you're sorry Even though you've heard me try There ain't no sense in forgiving pain While time went by, things got good Even though we'd changed our plans I'd thank you now, if I could For tossing me to the wind Ain't it funny what you can find Between the lines of a goodbye kiss So tell me what you're thinking I promise, I won't laugh
7.
I grew up fast in a small town Where people go to die Where your papa will lend you a dollar If you swear to never tell a lie So you say, "Okay," you wise up quick Then down the road you fly Oh, how it hurts to know That you made your mama cry, again You fall in love, or so you think When you're growing young Once you're there, you bite your lip Soon you're kissing on Then something changes, could be the weather But now you bite your tongue Oh, how it hurts to know That this time you got it wrong, again You find a job, you're making dough It's easy as pie You later find it's such a drag It's a piece you wish you hadn't tried But you have to stay, there are bills to pay So put me back in line Oh, how it hurts to know That you're back there chasing your pride, again "When you come home, please be quiet, It's been a long, hard week." "Drink your coffee, but do not sip, People are trying to sleep." Well, the nights are always so damn quiet How can you feel at ease? Oh, how it hurts to know That my baby's getting tired of me, again
8.
Pat's House 02:20
Every time we'd go to Pat's house I'd come back home with a bump on my head From that old screen door That used to swing back so fast Just to hit me in the face And knock me down, like before Well, that house was old, but so was she Twenty watt bulbs, what a sight to see And when she died, she left trunks of memories Because she saved every damn thing From everyone she loved Well, always do what you're told Put your socks back on, or you'll catch cold We used to play all day, in a closet full of clothes Just to come back up with mothballs up our nose Well, that house was old, but so was she You'd ask for two, but she'd hand you three And when she died, she left trunks of memories Because she saved every damn thing From everyone she loved But, every time we'd go to Pat's house I'd come back home with a bump on my head From that old screen door That used to swing back so fast Just to hit me in the face And knock me down, once more
9.
One by one we jumped the wire With a lending hand to inspire Both the artist and the writer As timber fed the fire But gently now, as the night falls We take our turns around the bottle I can tell, by the way you smile That we've got a good thing going on Spread out along the open shore The water was quiet as a mirror Just soft enough, so we could hear Reflections from long before But gently now, as the night falls We take our turns around the bottle I can tell, by the way you smile That we've got a good thing going on There were many dark and lonely days Till you all came running by To pry the tear from my face That hadn't felt the fresh air in a while But gently now, as the night falls We take our turns around the bottle I can tell, by the way you smile That we've got a good thing going on
10.
How could I forget your mother's face And the time it took to settle down? As she stood there in disbelief While off to war, I was bound I'll send you kisses across the water For I'd go mad if love weren't true It's hard to find someone to talk to Because over here, that's what the weapons do I won't send you timber, nails and tears Because, honey That kind of thing ain't for you I hope you're still running around the yard Picking red roses in the sun I know for you it's so damn hard To catch the breath you'd never thought would run But springtime, I know, is on the move Oh, how I miss that old cherry tree Tell me all the white blossoms have bloomed Because over here, that's one thing you never see I won't send you timber, nails and tears Because, honey That kind of thing ain't what you need

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All tracks written & recorded by Barna Howard
Mixed by Jeremy Sherrer
Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk
Photograph by Vincent Bancheri
Design by Barna Howard

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released February 21, 2012

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