Red Jacket Mine

Lyrics

Pure Delight EP (2014)

All words & music by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP).

Pure Delight
Cattin’ around like I own this place / I’m the fun lovin’ drunk with the smile on his face / Wish I could say it was always this way / But I took a few lumps in my earlier days / I was wild / Oooh, I was mean / But I’m pleased to report / Now my conscience is clean / Now there’s no more anger in me / There’s only pure delight / Ain’t a fool in the world who could ruin my night / Used to go out, and it’s hard to believe / I didn’t catch more shit with the chip on my sleeve / I’d ask for it, lord, I’d beg, I’d plead / I had something to prove, yes, there’s something I need / To get off / Off of my chest / But I’ve had quite enough / Of the pissing contest / Yeah there’s no more anger in me / There’s only pure delight / Ain’t a fool in the world who could ruin my night / Used to be / They’d run for the door when I said “G&T” / But these days it takes more / To drag the beast outta me / Yeah there’s no more anger in me / There’s only pure delight / Ain’t a fool in the world who could ruin my night / Ain’t a fool in the world who could ruin my night

I Want You to Worship Me
I’ve never been the best at playing hard-to-get / Never had the luxury of being coy / Fakin’ always struck me as a losing bet / And I’ve always been an eager sort of boy / I just want you to worship me / I can’t make it no plainer / Why in the hell else would I be an entertainer? / Ambition ain’t the rarest quality these days / So I doubt that it’ll come as a surprise / That the only reason that I learned to sing and play / Is to see the adoration in their eyes / I just want them to worship me / I can’t make it no plainer / Why in the hell else would I be an entertainer? / Since I was a child
I’ve been dreaming of driving you wild / I just knew there had to be more / To the unlovable loser that I was before / Oh yeah / I just want you to worship me / I can’t make it no plainer / Why in the hell else would I be an entertainer? / I want you on your knees / Adulation, please / I want you / I want you so bad / To call me…Jesus

Crow
I’ve eaten crow for my woman / Lord, haven’t I / I can’t say no to my woman / Although I try / Is this the price that I have to pay? / You see, she gets off on gettin’ her way / I’ve eaten crow, crow, nightly, Lord / I’ve eaten crow for my woman / Lord, haven’t I / I can’t say no to my woman / Although I try / I’m a disgrace, I can’t ever win / ‘Cos her machinations keep doin’ me in / I’ve eaten crow, crow, nightly, Lord / Lord, there’s been times when the sky looks so grey / That I think I can’t take one more day / But still I’ll never say that I’ve been a fool / I’ve eaten crow for my woman / Lord, haven’t I / I’ve eaten crow, crow, nightly, Lord

Nearly Marjorie
I burned a warpath through this town / When you left me on the ground / I went searchin’ for the piece of me I’d lost / But like Sherman on his ride / I felt only rage inside / And my only hope was beatin’ out the frost / I suppose I made it through / Honey, what else could I do? / I resolved I would pursue a life of sin / Since then there’s been so many women / Some I’d like to see again / But it was nearly Marjorie who did me in / Try and remember how this ends / Marjorie could never ever be your friend / That’s the mantra I repeat / As I shuffle down the street / I might seem aloof, but really I’m afraid / That I blew my only chance / At preserving true romance / Me and Marjorie, we nearly had it made / Now I’ll take anyone who’ll have me / I’m afraid that’s how it’s been / Since it was nearly Marjorie who did me / Had her singular way with me / Nearly Marjorie who did me in

AM
Karen, spirit me away / You know it’s so hard to get up every day / Broken and searching for a friend / No one knows just how or if it’s gonna end / And try as though you might / You think that you never will belong / And it takes a lot on days like these just to keep on breathing / When it feels like all your favorite records are running out of songs / The AM’s always on / The AM (AM) / The AM’s always on / Drifting – there’s nothing left to do / Hold on to that song and let it pull you through / And try as though you might / You think that you never will belong / And it takes a lot on days like these just to keep on breathing / When it feels like all your favorite records are running out of songs / The AM’s always on / The AM (AM) / The AM’s always on / You can’t deny it’s worth a shot / To keep fighting when you’d rather not / You never know what might deliver you / Remember / The AM (AM) / The AM’s always on

Get Paid
Every day I feel just like a hamster on a wheel / As I wallow in the bed that I’ve made / You don’t have to tell me that none of this is real / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid? / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid, oh Lord / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid / All this self-flagellation’s about compensation, man / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid / I’m standin’ at the corner of Status Quo & Greed / And I’m not ashamed to call it a spade / It seems another dollar is the only thing I need / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid? / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid, oh Lord / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid / I’m just one of the many who’ll dance for a penny, man / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid / They say that adoration becomes just another gig / And that’s the very thought that makes me so afraid / The fans, they try to bug you when you’re packin’ up your rig / Man, can’t you see I’m trying to get paid? / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid, oh Lord / Can’t you see I’m trying to get paid / When it comes to the lettuce, please, saints, don’t forget us / Man, can’t you see we’re trying to get paid / Now, you may be disgusted, but one thing’s for sure / There’s no one more disgusted than me / I’m at my desk pining for something that’s pure / Man, can’t you see I’m trying to get free? / Can’t you see I’m trying to get free, oh Lord / Can’t you see I’m trying to get free / If I could just manage to gain some advantage, man / Can’t you see that I would break free / Can’t you see I’m dyin’ to get free?

Holiday Pathos single (2013)

All words by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP). Music by Lincoln Barr and Daniel Walker (Everyday Tunes/ASCAP).

Holiday Pathos
Holiday pathos is thick in the air / I can see it every department store Santa’s blank stare / The Salvation Army is stationed at every door / And I don’t think that I can be merry no more / I used to think humanity was kind / Until I turned it over in my mind / You see, I was just naive / Now all I do is grieve / For the blissful ignorance I left behind / CHORUS / I caught the early bus today / With presents in each arm / As if generosity could cure my blues / I thought, “A quick libation never did a body any harm” / Then I found out just how much I had to lose

I’ve Forgotten More Lately
They tell me I’ve been here before / But I’m gonna have to take them at their word / ‘Cos these holidays have been such a blur / And this night just took a turn for the absurd / My lady, she was right / I’ve been pissed-up every night / And for the next ten days, there ain’t no end in sight / Now my mind is so empty / It’s sad but it’s true / I’ve forgotten more lately / Than I thought I knew / Family, endless friends in town / They’re all getting more of me than they had planned / Seems like every time that I put one down / Someone drops another whiskey in my hand / And now everyone can see / I’m as useless as can be / All this Christmas cheer is catching up with me

NyQuil & Wine digital single (2013)

“NyQuil & Wine” by Hart Kingsbery (Hart of Steel/ASCAP). “I Sleep Just Fine” by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP).

NyQuil & Wine
Thick and thin, soft and unkind / Sweet berry twins, NyQuil and wine / Drink it down, feel its design / Have another round of NyQuil and wine / Night after night, it helps me to bed / The next day I find it makes me forget / Close the doors, lock up my mind / Float on all fours with NyQuil and wine / Make me a drink with the crimson shine / Stars in my glass of NyQuil and wine / Night after night, it helps me to bed / The next day I find it makes me forget / Thick and thin, soft and unkind / Sweet berry twins, NyQuil and wine

I Sleep Just Fine
Thanks to the wine / I sleep just fine / Although I simply can’t believe there’s no tomorrow / You try your damndest to persuade me every day / I used to have a better feeling you could borrow / But now my sympathy’s dried up and gone away / You were so sure that everyone was out to get you / You convinced yourself that I was one of them / Well, if the bitter realization hasn’t hit you / I’m afraid you might be hanging from a limb / But for me the outlook isn’t quite so grim / Thanks to the wine / I sleep just fine / You said eventually I’d surely try your patience / You already felt your welcome wearing thin / What you couldn’t call a dearth of information / I dismissed as nothing more than violins / But I think it’s all beginning to sink in / Thanks to the wine / I sleep just fine / SOLO / There’s no need to scream and shout / You’re not what it’s all about / But I fear that’s one lesson that you never figured out / So if there’s ever been a question / Let me dispel any doubt / Thanks to the wine / I sleep just fine

Someone Else’s Cake (2013)

All words and music copyright 2013, registered, by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP).

Amy
Nothin’ left, maybe that’s why nothing’s right / Sweet nostalgia in the air / And all the judges are feelin’ jittery tonight / Empty flattery to spare / Amy, baby, fancy meeting you / But please forgive me – I’ve forgotten what you do / Faces pasted, glitter wasted on your glow / Come on, feed me a new line / On a silver platter – now you’re fatter and you know / Who complains of feelin’ fine? / Amy, baby, always more to say / But keep on talkin’, ‘cos my mind is far away / I’m so sorry that I think before I speak / But never has my intuition been so weak

Nickel & Dime
Y’know, it hurts so bad to see a pretty girl cry / I can’t help but think it’s something I’ve done / But I don’t wanna be the person to deliver the news / That the disappointment’s only begun / This unbearable beauty’s impossibly cruel / It’s a drag ‘til your very last breath / You inherit the world with a mint of your own / And then they nickel & dime you to death / You see, I tried to take it easy on that sweet little child / But she insisted on the regular dose / And you can’t blame a man for averting his eyes / When he’s lookin’ at somebody up close / Can’t you see it’s my duty to be so cruel / And you’re only wastin’ your breath? / You inherit the world with a mint of your own / And then they nickel & dime you to death / Better times ahead – that’s what they always say to you / Better times ahead – my dear, if only that were true / SOLO / This impossible beauty’s unbearably cruel / It’s a drag ‘til your very last breath / You inherit the world with a mint of your own / And then they nickel & dime you to death

Ron Nasty
He’s a particular brand of aloof / With a tenuous grasp on the truth / And he don’t like you / He says empathy gets in the way / Of an otherwise miserable day / And you know, that’s true / Ron Nasty isn’t friends with anyone / No energy for fun / He says, “Get up off my cloud” / I guess smug is the new loud / He says every town looks just the same / So he couldn’t remember your name / Hey man, that’s cool / Now he’s finally getting a taste / But you know that he’ll soon be replaced / By another fool / Ron Nasty isn’t friends with anyone / The enemy of fun / SOLO / I used to think that I had style to burn / Yeah, until I got a clue / I sought out flattery at every turn / ‘Til I saw my vanity in you / He’s a particular brand of aloof / But he’s getting so long in the tooth / And that just won’t do / Ron Nasty isn’t friends with anyone / His enemies are busy having fun / His agony has only just begun / Poor Ron

Engineer
You’re a full-grown soldier / But I thought you was an engineer / I’m a natural-born driver / But you never-ever let me steer / All aboard, yes – I’m takin’ control / All aboard, yes – Keep shovelin’ coal / Oh lord, yes – Turn loose of my soul / You’re gonna get your yen / ‘Til I cry out when – oh dear / I’m your engineer / When you’re in hysterics / You know I’m gonna lick your tears / So flag down the porter for another half-a-dozen beers / All aboard, yes – I’m takin’ control / All aboard, yes – Keep shovelin’ coal / Oh lord, yes – Turn loose of my soul / I’m gonna do your will / ‘Til you’ve had your fill – oh dear / I’m your engineer / SOLO / You got a face like a magnet / And you’re swingin’ from the chandelier / I strut like a rooster / And my baby calls me Chanticleer / All aboard, yes – I’m takin’ control / All aboard, yes – Keep shovelin’ coal / Oh lord, yes – Turn loose of my soul / I’m gonna do your will / ‘Til you’ve had your fill – oh dear / I’m your engineer

Skint City
I guess you pushed your luck too far / They repossessed your second car / You poor thing – look at you / Well, I guess those are last year’s shoes / But don’t be ashamed, ‘cos I wear mine, too / We’re both in skint city – flat on your back / You’ve never been a beggar, but you’re getting the knack / You know there’s no pity for a victim of fate / When you’re lookin’ so great / Your wife is threatening to sue / Now what’s a bourgeois boy to do? / You’re a cheat – you’re a cad / Swore you’d never end up like your dad / So you sold his estate and bought a bachelor pad / Now you’re in skint city – flat on your back / You’ve never been a beggar, but you’re getting the knack / You know there’s no pity for a victim of fate / When you’re lookin’ so great / Play the game, accept no blame / Just a cog in the machine / You cut back, you trim the fat / But you still can’t pass for lean / Get used to it… / CHORUS

Listen Up (If the World is Going to Hell)
Listen up – I’m shooting you straight / Take some ownership of your own fate / If the world is going to hell / Then honey, we might as well / I’m so tired of the competition / A guy’s ambition can fail / There’s no need to fear / What’s the use of another year? / CHORUS / And come the winter, we’ll wither on the vine anyway / I’ve got a better plan / Let’s take our lives in our own hands / If it seems to carry on would be absurd / I’ll free you from your cares, if you only say the word / Listen up! / I’m here to proclaim / We can beat the devil at his own game / If the world is going to hell / Then honey, we might as well

Novelty’s Gone
I don’t have to tell you / What all I’ve been through / You can set your chivalry aside / There’s nothing you could do / To take away what’s already done / To straighten out my curls / So lighten up and treat me like / I’m just another girl / ‘Cos it ain’t surprising / That they all move on / When the novelty’s gone / I can’t be the first that you’ve met / Who’s haunted by the dead / There’s a ghost of misery past / That occupies my bed / I’ll go on the way that I went / Before you were around / So take good care and leave me in / The state that I was found / And it won’t surprise me / If it ain’t too long / ‘Til the novelty’s gone / You’ll move on

Better to Be Broken Than Blind
Every day when I wake up I’m starting from scratch / I invent it as I go / When I start to feel something, I don’t get attached / ‘Cos I’ve lived long enough to know / My head was in the sand / Now I do the best that I can / Every single day I feel a little more resigned / The reasons that I loved you were just figments of my mind / You promised me abundance, but it’s getting hard to find / And it’s better to be broken than blind / ‘Cos you taught me a lesson I’ll never forget / How a heart can be controlled / It was head-over-healer the day that we met / And I lavished you with gold / But I know better than to think / It was you who saved me from the brink / CHORUS / Well all right, I suppose I need a friend / But there ain’t no use in cryin’ / Tonight I’ll just drink ‘til sleep comes easy / Then I’ll start it all again / CHORUS

Someone Else’s Cake
Your dimestore diplomacy don’t move me anymore / You can save it for the people with the pitchforks outside your door / You’ve got a smile like broken glass / And a devastating ass / Go put your fat fingers in someone else’s cake / You’ve been granted immunity by every mother’s son / But they’ll drag you kicking to the gallows before you’re done / Maybe then you’ll finally learn / That eventually witches burn / Go put your fat fingers in someone else’s cake / Someone else’s cake – didn’t think that I would notice / Someone else’s cake – everybody makes mistakes / But with mitts like yours, you’re catching all the breaks / I can’t deny I was an easy fool to train / You set your hook and had me beggin’ for more pain / Now I shudder at your voice / Never knew I had a choice / ‘Til I was chin-deep in someone else’s / Had my fat fingers in someone else’s / Now I’m much happier with someone else’s cake

Have You Got a Permit to Preach on This Corner?
Pardon me – have you got a permit to preach on this corner? / ‘Cos I can’t miss your opinion, and lord knows I have tried / You’ve a right to it, of course / But you’re only getting hoarse / So why don’t you take your sermon back inside? / As I skipped along the path to my destruction / I came upon a stranger with a sign / He said, “Prepare ye fools the way for the woeful judgment day…” / And I thought, “There’s a man deserving of a fine.” / CHORUS / Now, he couldn’t understand my consternation / So I did the best I could to break it down / I said, “We simply have no room for harbingers of doom / And prophets are not welcome in this town.” / CHORUS

Bellar & Bawl
With the flutter of a petticoat, your brains go thick / She’s having everything her way / Can’t you see you’re just a sucker for the oldest trick / Her hooks are in, you’ve got no say / You can bellar & bawl, but it won’t add up to nothin’ / But one more pain in the ass / You can bellar & bawl, but it won’t make any difference / You learned that lesson from the last / I remember when you had the strength to hold the line / Now you get your orders from the queen / You ain’t nothin’ but a puppet with a rubber spine / That’s fine, I ain’t tryin’ to be mean / CHORUS / SOLO / I can’t begrudge you a feminine touch / But a mountain of caution wouldn’t be too much / CHORUS

Bellar & Bawl 7″ single (2012)

All words and music copyright 2011, registered, by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP).

Bellar & Bawl
With the flutter of a petticoat, your brains go thick / She’s having everything her way / Can’t you see you’re just a sucker for the oldest trick / Her hooks are in, you’ve got no say / You can bellar & bawl, but it won’t add up to nothin’ / But one more pain in the ass / You can bellar & bawl, but it won’t make any difference / You learned that lesson from the last / I remember when you had the strength to hold the line / Now you get your orders from the queen / You ain’t nothin’ but a puppet with a rubber spine / That’s fine, I ain’t tryin’ to be mean / CHORUS / SOLO / I can’t begrudge you a feminine touch / But a mountain of caution wouldn’t be too much / CHORUS

Grow Your Own
Miss Margarita stepped up to greet you when you were anointed / In your rat-pack tuxedo, standin’ like she don’t know you’re double-jointed / You pocket her number as she’s walking away / Who ever said that style don’t pay? / And if you ain’t got a lot of soul / You better grow your own / The girl who wouldn’t fuck you probably never struck you once as lacking options / But a wise fella said it – you get extra credit for early adoption / We’re all in the dark, but we do what we can / So take better stock of your best-laid plans / And if you ain’t got a lot of soul / You better grow your own / Since antiquity, we’ve been fumblin’ for the keys / It’s the only thing I’ve found that does the trick for me / SOLO / We’re all in the dark, but we do what we can / So take better stock of your best-laid plans / And if you ain’t got a lot of soul / You better grow your own

Listen Up (If the World is Going to Hell) 7″ single (2012)

All words and music copyright 2010, registered, by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP).

Listen Up (If the World is Going to Hell)
Listen up – I’m shooting you straight / Take some ownership of your own fate / If the world is going to hell / Then honey, we might as well / I’m so tired of the competition / A guy’s ambition can fail / There’s no need to fear / What’s the use of another year? / CHORUS / And come the winter, we’ll wither on the vine anyway / I’ve got a better plan / Let’s take our lives in our own hands / If it seems to carry on would be absurd / I’ll free you from your cares, if you only say the word / Listen up! / I’m here to proclaim / We can beat the devil at his own game / If the world is going to hell / Then honey, we might as well

Rosy Days
Life was easier then, to tell the truth / I was reveling in the blush of youth / Now there’s a pain in my chest that’s specifically for you / Hey, put up your dukes / I’ve heard tell you’re not above abuse / I could hollow my head, but it isn’t any use / I guess I’ve said all this to say / “I want you” / When I woke in a pool of puke / I found out I’m not above rebuke / Now there’s a stain on my vest that’s specifically for you / And after we had split, I swore I’d never launder it / It’s true, if it seems peculiar / Death without the sting / Who would dare suspect a thing of me? / And naturally, there’s a gun in my desk that’s specifically for you / I’ll never confess / It’s specifically for you

Poplar Bluff (2011)

(digital-only single – download on Bandcamp)
All words and music copyright 2010, registered, by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP).

That’s fine, rear back and let it go / You’re angry and you’re headed for a junction in the road / But it’s not mine, we’ve been through this before / No, it’s not mine – “decision time” is written on the door / You can beg me / Cry like a baby / But how can you blame me for slipping your cuffs? / Divorce me / But you’ll never force me / All of your sorcery isn’t enough / I’m never goin’ back to Poplar Bluff / I guess I shouldn’t be surprised / If the Kool-Aid you’ve been drinking has your reason compromised / But it’s all right – you can drink it to the dregs / Yeah, it’s all right – this wanderlust is getting to my legs / You can beg me / Cry like a baby / But how can you blame me for slipping your cuffs? / Divorce me / But you’ll never force me / All of your sorcery isn’t enough / I’m never goin’ back to Poplar Bluff

Lovers Lookout (2009)

All words and music copyright 2008, registered, by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP).

Stay Golden
All my fucked-up friends say / Nothing gold can stay / Things that could’ve been / Never come again / A pill and an ice pack / Keep the bruises down, but the teeth aren’t growing back / Just take it on the chin / Stay golden / A loudspeaker announcement calls for moratorium / On second-hand nostalgia, going out and getting numb / But you won’t leave ’til you get some / No you won’t leave ’til you get some / Please don’t give up / Just stay golden / SOLO / You were so brave / But when they asked you to, you gave me away / You were so brave / But when they asked you to, you sold me out

So Long, Radiant Flower
So long, my radiant flower / Take care, crying shame / Keep a knife rolled in your sleeve / And when they’re asking you to leave / Please don’t you cower / So long, my radiant flower / Take care, crying shame / And should this loneliness persist / Or the form of godliness deny the power / So long / Eyes wide, your shoes untied / Your hair is wild but the tears have dried / Your clothes are torn and you need a shower / Thought I’d seen the worst / But then I could not quench my thirst / My best intentions goin’ sour / So long / My radiant flower / So long, my radiant flower / Take care, you’re not to blame / I could never bear the shame / And if I’m loath to say your name, I’m just a coward / So long / My radiant flower

Childish Things
Wandering the sidewalk skirting Roosevelt / Winter rain beads on felt / Pondering a glacier that is never gonna melt / Go to bed by myself / Put away your childish things / And say goodnight / In a world of such great tragedy / How could your prayers make things right? / Amber haze hanging over hill and dale / What becomes of souls for sale? / Ask Our Lady Mary of the Letters Never Mailed / Burn the chaff, rend the veil / Put away your childish things / And say goodnight / In the trail of this young century / None of your tears seem contrite / Put away your childish things / And say goodnight / Your opinion meant so much to me / But I couldn’t bear lose that fight

Such an Easy Thing
The serpent king is jealous to the core / ‘Cos the palace has become another store / And oh, what I wouldn’t give / To have just a little more / Just a little more / The faithful lying static on their backs / Clip-on tie and polyester slacks / Singing I pledge to disregard the facts / And glory hallelujah / ‘Til every throat is sore / But I’ve got nothing to say to ya anymore / Syrup taste to cough the night away / Sleep in tight and it’ll be OK / And I’ve got no conscience to obey / It’s silent, anyway / And I’m feeling like a funeral / With fringes wearing thin / To seem a bit unusual is just as good as sin / How long will you hang over me with that look on your face? / You saved my life, but that was long ago / Since then, my shout’s turned to a whine, and it’s starting to show / Love’s such an easy thing to forget / ‘Cos it’s impossible to know / Love is such an easy thing

The Pose
Took a chance on an inside joke / Threw a bone to the audience back home / The drinks were strong and the air was smoke / Just who were you foolin’? / Just who were you foolin’? / Saturday’s glare / May blind their desperate stares / Take your cues from a different book / There’s more to life than your lumberjack look / Trim the moss that grows / Around your mouth and nose / And spare us all the pose / Rotten teeth and a curved spine / Gallon jugs of the finest sparkling wine / Disparate grafts on the same old vine / Just what are you doin’? / Romanticize ruin / Take your cues from a different book / There’s more to life than your lumberjack look / Trim the moss that grows / Around your mouth and nose / And spare us all the pose / Straighten up for everyone’s sake / Be satisfied with a minor mistake / Wonder when you might / Screw your head on right / You flyaway kite / Careful where you blow / You’re old enough to know

Deseret News
Of my innocence, you’ve no idea / Perpetually wandering pentitent of new Judea / You’ll find your way home / From the Great Salt Lake back to Nauvoo / From the parapet, screamed thank my stars / She’d offered to buy gleaming Deseret for ten gold bars / And I had obliged / ‘Cos you can’t take the kingdom of heaven with you / If the words of the prophet are held to be true / Face up to your best mistakes / Hold close to the things you hate / All the headiest of god’s own kind / Will gauge us upon ever-readiness for one sure sign / And patience abide / If the words of the prophet are held to be true / Holy writ from a page of the Deseret News / Face up to your best mistakes / Hold close to the things you hate / If the words of the prophet are held to be true / From the Great Salt Lake back to Nauvoo

Apricot Moon
Caught cold on a lonesome road / A perilous path to climb / It’s damp, dusky, and dolorous / A cave of your own design / Say, shouldn’t we be there soon? / Clouds cover an apricot moon / They say the devil is feminine / What do they know? / This ain’t the sound of me giving in / Ceding control / Oh, we’re already underground / Say, shouldn’t we be there soon? / Safe under an apricot moon

Showponies
The blasphemers take their places on the white and glittering / Showponies on parade / Tag-teamers couldn’t faze our undefeated grand champeen / But bruises got the best of me / Put the stylus to your bleeding broken heart / Hook the bridle to the bit / We can pray this one’s a hit / How much louder can this get? / Now’s no time to quit / Lone rangers measure justice by the barrel of a gun / Come to snuff what you’ve begun / While moneychangers flee the temple on the backs of glittering / Showponies / Put the stylus to your bleeding broken heart / Drain the whiskey from the glass / We can pray this one will last / But salad days go by so fast / Ponies trot right past

Nightcrawler
Distant stargazer, I can’t make out what you wrote / The taste of this razor is lingering in my throat / Spend every evening in search of a sinking boat / I know I look like the devil right now / Sweet nothings are whispering evil come down / So scream into the pillow while you grip your blanket tight / It’s been a long, long night / Now pulses are racing and crosses are chasing crowns / Beloved deceiver begat a believer / I know I look like the devil right now / Sweet nothings are whispering evil come down / So scream into the pillow while you grip your blanket tight / It’s been a long, long night / We had a little problem / We had a little fun / I know I look like the devil right now / Sweet nothings are whispering evil come down / So scream into the pillow while you grip your blanket tight / It’s been a long, long night

Fascinated
Goddamn those devastating eyes / That teenage penchant for surprise / Your wicked tongue lies / A fascinating disguise / The planets shudder when you cough / You held my universe aloft / It may appear I’ve gone soft / Infatuated / An awful spill / Dashed every dream fulfilled / When the triumph of your will took hold / A simple thing / To have me hanging by a string / Once I thought I was the king / Now I fold / So if I’m stricken / Just like Saul / I’m fascinated, that’s all

Hello, Old Cloud (2008)

All words and music copyright 2007, registered, by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP).

Afterhours
On a desperate weekday evening / Out with who knows who / You finally found a window your first would not go through / Afterhours crew / You said, “I love you, darlin’” / But she already knew / If you whispered it so softly, it never could be true / Afterhours blue / You were sweet & sour, a thorny flower / Back when I was you / Got a childlike fascination / Fingers in the fire / Just another sad piano in the hallelujah choir / Afterhours tire / I tried to do my best / I swear I did my best / I swear I did the best that I could do / Afterhours view / You were sweet & sour, a thorny flower / Back when I was you

Jesus’ House
To Jesus’ house, I made my way over and back again / With pangs of regret, I loosened his grip on my heart / Dead of the night, I ran from the light / And tore myself from his side / I’m sure of his love, but I’m so sick of being his bride / In Jesus’ house, I wondered the corridors silently / They held fascination, but also a lingering shame / He was my first; I prayed that the worst / Would pass away by and by / I knew before long that my very own Jesus would die / I would not surrender my bones and my arteries to sin / But I thought that every stone was a part of me / I guess I’m mistaken again / To Jesus’ house, I made my way in seeking medicine / He held on a platter a salve that could shatter my doubt / I cast it away; he bid me to stay / He begged me to come back home / But some revelations come easier when you’re alone / I would not surrender my bones and my arteries to sin / But I thought that every stone was a part of me / I guess I’m mistaken again

22 Rose Petal Place
Swallow swords to have your way / 22 years to the day / I appoint myself wizard of paragraphs in paperbacks / Yellowing and acid-burnt / Neglected on the racks / I remember you / Without a parking space / Stems and wilted blooms left in a broken vase / I remember your face / 22 rose petal place / First frost / I lost my baby / You’re all grown up and look at you now / Take the horse and leave the farm / Just let me guide you by the arm / I remember you / Without a parking space / Stems and wilted blooms left in a broken vase / I remember your face / 22 rose petal / I remember you without a parking space / Stems and wilted blooms left in a broken vase / I remember your / I remember your / I remember your face / 22 rose petal place

Blessed Are
Tell me something, panda bear / How do you keep the pace? / With your thousand-meter stare / And longer in the face / The air is thinning out – entanglements abound / But you will always be around / Won’t you help me, mother dear? / The devil’s on the make / All the ignorance and fear / Is more than I can take / The winds buffet me – destruction knows my name / But you will always be the same / Blessed are the broken hearts who won’t accept the blame / BREAK / Blessed are the broken hearts who won’t accept the blame / The winds buffet me – entanglements abound / This feeling’s always been around / The air is thinning out – the devil’s on the make / This fragile finish starts to flake / Blessed are the broken hearts / For theirs is what’s at stake

Time to Slow Down
Wake each day with my ass kicked / Bite my nails into the quick / The coliseum’s in decline / And I’ve been making enemies on my own time / Balk at elementary stuff / Race to trap a dream to wrap my weekend around / But sometimes you can’t stop / Sometimes you don’t have time to slow down / Coricidin’s not enough / Need a cigarette to puff / You’re talkin’ circles â�?��?round the judge / And every kingdom fated to fall still won’t budge / Balk at elementary stuff / Conversations dance around the thing they’re about / But sometimes you can’t stop / Sometimes you’re on your own / And your song becomes a drone / Think you’re better off alone / STEEL SOLO / My parents call and ask for you / And I’ve been asking, too / Balk at elementary stuff / Changing shit to try and fit your fantasy-life / But sometimes you can’t stop / Sometimes you don’t have time to slow down

Sarah
Sarah, my ever-lovely terror / Bind me by my arms and keep me wide awake / I fear you – I shudder when I’m near you / When you put that gun to my throat, my whole body aches / It takes time to comply with your demands / Cross off each item by hand / Dead, I’ll dream of what our love could’ve been / I hope that someone will remember me then / Colder – and incrementally bolder / The sight of my blood makes you hot and red behind the ears / Dearest – my vision ain’t the clearest / But when I was wincing in pain, I swear I saw tears / It took years to comply with your demands / Cuffs around both of my hands / Stretched to my limit, impossibly spent / My need for direction met your need to vent / And as for my life, I don’t care where it went at all / SOLO / September the first, I begged for your worst / Now under the ground I lay / You pine in the night for someone my height / To kneel at your feet and say / “Oh Sarah, have your way”

Family Man
The only witness to my crime / Was the greatest coward of our time / He made his way mistakenly into my sight / And doubled back into the night / In solemn secrecy I crept / And covered places where I stepped / I traveled solitarily through lands unkind / But one thought never left my mind / “Should every hillside be so steep?” / Accompanied my restless sleep / And every time the dusk would drown what day remained / Nothing lost and nothing gained / To work a stretch of land and raise a home by hand / To answer truthfully makes little sense to me / I have no golden mean or bounds to live between / Regardless of your plan, I’m not your family man / I’ll walk beside you if I can / For as long as I can stand

Kissing Cousin
The air was thick with the smell of regret / The shores of my appetite were already wet / The pendulum swung between salvation & sin / I cried out to my Beatrice to come fetch paper & pen / I took your words as best I could / I prayed for peace, I prayed for good / Tried to ignore each overture / Recovery grim, redemption sure / Easy does it, kissing cousin / I don’t think you’ll make it through this night alive / Your velvet skin – take me to bed / “Your mother’s kin” is all I said / This temperature will boil my brain / I have no cure to ease your pain / Easy does it, kissing cousin / I don’t think you’ll make it through this night alive / The clock it tolls my final hour / Your blushing youth in fullest flower / I don’t think you’ll make it through this night alive / Easy does it, kissing cousin / I don’t think you’ll make it through this night alive

Don’t (Settle Your Debts on the Phone)
It’s a friend of confusion and an eyesore / The prophets foretell of the fall of Graham-Bell and the mother of whores / The users are many, the pleasures are few / A lover’s upset and you start to forget just who’s calling who / Don’t settle your debts on the phone / Call it strange intimation / Feel a tug on your line / It’s a shame when a man takes a pair of tin cans and connects `em with twine / Don’t settle your debts on the phone / There’s a time in the night when you open your mouth and nothing sounds right / Fire on your tongue and ice in a glass / Don’t settle your debts on the phone / You’ll wind up abject and alone / Don’t settle your debts on the phone

Philistine
You caught me by the hair / But it made me smile anyway / Obstinate and mean – philistine / The haste that you displayed / As you licked my carcass clean / Condescension queen – philistine / Said “a dream is always sad / Either make-believe or bad” / The person I first met / Was the meekest that I’d seen / But now you prance and preen – philistine / Great pretender hit her stride / Found a jacket-tail to ride / Keep it under wraps / With senses keen – philistine / STEEL SOLO / Said “a dream is always sad / Either make-believe or bad” / Keep it under wraps / With senses keen – philistine

Early Followed You
Early followed you, now what’s a mother hen to do / Now her every adult son’s gone off to war / Put a sandwich in his grip and wish your baby a safe trip / Keep your courage as you wave him out the door / Gray baggy pants / Great grizzled hands / And a child’s laugh / Old Sam, he wanted you, but your family did, too / Little choice between them and the bomb / You got drunk and took a fall, back to Delta after all / Had a baby that became my mother’s mom / Gray baggy pants / Great grizzled hands / And a child’s laugh / When I awoke, you were miles from a phone / The words you spoke were actually my own / When I awoke, you were miles from the earth I won’t forget, for what it’s worth / INSTRUMENTAL CODA

Starboard Meets the Sound EP (2006)

All words and music copyright 2006, registered, by Lincoln Barr (Swallow Swords Music/ASCAP).

Starboard Meets the Sound
“Keep your lamp trimmed” / “Keep doubts away” / “Live like tomorrow could evaporate today” / That’s what they said / And I listened well / I was transfigured for an instant, then I fell / I was transfigured for an instant, then I fell / Sound the knell for me / ‘Cos I’m going underground / Trading pence for crowns / ‘Cos darling we’ve run aground / Vessel down / Starboard meets the sound / Hand on my heart / And hope to die / I’ve got a notion there’ll be no sad goodbye / I’ve got a notion there’ll be no sad goodbye / Sailors die at sea / And I’m going underground / Trading pence for crowns / ‘Cos darling we’ve run aground / Vessel down / Nearly drowned / Rabbits’ feet won’t save you when the ship begins to seize / Burning alms and golden calves do nothing to appease / And oh, the stench of your disease / Has got me on my knees / The bough will break / As we careen / We’ll hurtle faster toward the banks of fiddler’s green / So batten down / Cling to the mast / You’ll be forgotten with the gods of ages past

Second Chance (for a Third Square Meal)
I tied my shoes tight before I left home / But couldn’t find my comb / I wanted breakfast, but couldn’t bear make myself decide / Missed my spot on the last bus ride / I practice patience three times a day / By giving you your way / A single instance where my complacency serves me well / Don’t tempt the tortoise to leave its shell / Tonight, we will fight, still as stone / At dawn, break up on speakerphone / You said, “Dear, this life is an orange, but you’ll never get past the peel” / Second chance for a third square meal / Concentric circles, each to his own / And scared to be alone / We stir our coffees with the appendages of our choice / Never heeding the other’s voice / Tonight, we will fight, still as stone / At dawn, break up on speakerphone / You said, “Dear, this life is an orange, but you’ll never get past the peel” / Second chance for a third square meal

Every Time That I’ve Tried
Last Friday night, my senses were sharper than dull / Chose not to fight, defenseless to magnetic pull / It’s Tuesday noon / And I know that you should’ve been mine / Too little, too soon / ‘Cos I’m high all the time / And I’m done with my pride / I’ve got scratches and scrapes / For every time that I’ve tried / SOLO / Live on my own, no one visits / And I never go out / Keep to my own damn business / I’m happy without / A lord above to make me feel sick of myself / No use for love / Now that I’m high all the time / And I’m done with my pride / I’ve got lines on my face / And bags ’round my eyes / And I love repeating these lies / ‘Bout a man and every time he tries / Last Friday night, my senses were sharper than dull

22 Rose Petal Place
Swallow swords to have your way / 22 years to the day / I appoint myself wizard of paragraphs in paperbacks / Yellowing and acid-burnt / Neglected on the racks / I remember you / Without a parking space / Stems and wilted blooms left in a broken vase / I remember your face / 22 rose petal place / First frost / I lost my baby / You’re all grown up and look at you now / Take the horse and leave the farm / Just let me guide you by the arm / I remember you / Without a parking space / Stems and wilted blooms left in a broken vase / I remember your face / 22 rose petal / I remember you without a parking space / Stems and wilted blooms left in a broken vase / I remember your / I remember your / I remember your face / 22 rose petal place

You Owe Me That
I asked about your day / And you replied by staring at your tray / You gave it to me straight / I was good, but nothing next to great / Our fates were individual / We’d peaked and fallen flat / I know when I lose / I think you owe me that / Several months gone by / No succor, no explanation why / Still I kept my pride / And I held it like a dagger in my side / Denied the thing most dear to me / I bowed and doffed my hat / I know when I lose / I think you owe me that / There was nothing I could say / So I kept my impulses at bay / I knew I wasn’t getting you back with some pitiful display / I could tell you more / ‘Bout a weeping drunk who’s lying on the floor / But it’s too late now / You’ve moved on, and I’ll discover how / Allow me one last dignity / And spare me from this chat / I know when I lose / I think you owe me that

Kozy-Mo
The sky was awful dark / And the rain was coming down / If memory serves fantasy enough / A leaf took to the air / And it landed in her hair / That’s when I knew that she had called my bluff / I was playing smart / My cards were at my chest / But then I tipped my hand to the girl I love the best / And heard her strange request / “Can we name our baby Kozy-Mo? / And hang a rattle from her baby toe? / Understand, dismiss me out of hand / And you just don’t have the love to be my man” / As I began to mull, objections turned up null / And I could see my darling start to pine / I swallowed up my shame / And I took that baby’s name / And glued it to the latter part of mine / Took my darling’s hand / And placed it in my coat / She made the strangest face as she watched me clear my throat / And pledge my life devote