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Barely Hanging On
03:37
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We all swear that we are strong
We're just barely hanging on
It's alright there's nothing wrong
It just takes a little bit
To learn this is how we live
Barely hanging on
We all swear that we have teeth
We bite and no one bleeds
No one feels a thing
So we take our medicine
Sit back and settle in
Barely hanging on
Peaceful and golden in our dreams
On nights that we find sleep
We don't remember anything
So we hold on to that place
And try to find our way
Barely hanging on
We all swear that we are strong
We're just barely hanging on
It's alright there's nothing wrong
It just takes a little bit
To learn this is how we live
Barely hanging on
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Blood and Guts
03:13
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I love you with my blood and guts
But not my heart, my heart is fucked
You wouldn't want it anyway
You take all I've got to give
Turn and hand it back again
You wouldn't want it anyway
Oh my heart is bleeding on my sleeve
Blood red stains I never will get clean
Oh I wouldn't change a goddamn thing
I wouldn't want it any other way
You've said all you've got to say
Now I could turn an empty phrase
But you wouldn't want it anyway
So I've packed everything I'll take
There's nothing left but empty space
You wouldn't want it anyway
Oh my heart is bleeding on my sleeve
Blood red stains I never will get clean
Oh I wouldn't change a goddamn thing
I wouldn't want it any other way
I love you with my blood and guts
I love you with my blood and guts
I love you with my blood and guts
I love you with my blood and guts
But not my heart, my heart is fucked
You wouldn't want it anyway
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Neon Sign
03:14
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After the lights come on, everyone heads for home
I play Guy and Townes and some Rolling Stones
Pick all the empties up, chairs to the table tops
There's no place better than this bar after close
I take my time, I say good night
I take a long look, turn out the neon sign
Nobody's listening I want to say everything
Fill all the empty space with used-to-be's
Tomorrow I'll sleep 'til noon, another empty room
Start it all again and repeat
I take my time, I say good night
I take a long look, turn out the neon sign
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My First Son, Elliott
02:13
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I'll call my first son Elliott
He'll grow up and won't forget
He'll be happier than you
I'll call my first son Elliott
Three dollar thrift store stocking cap
Light today's first cigarette
The perfect name to fit your face
I'll call my first son Elliott
Sketches, scraps, and lines all spiral bound
Brother swing that door behind and lay your bottle down
I'll call my first son Elliott
He'll grow strong and proud of it
He'll be happier than you
I'll call my first son Elliott
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Great Wide Open
02:43
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Dear Susana
04:20
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Dear Susana, I just need you to know that I don't love you
If that hurts, well at least you're feeling something
That's more than I expected
I'll be home on Thursday, there's left over dinner in the kitchen
There's coffee and eggs for in the morning
You don't have to stick around though
We took our time, I feel a little undone now
I feel a little bit older, I feel a little unwound
We've got a story to tell, it goes just like cancer
Slow and determined to in the end let us down
Dear Susana, if there's someone you want to go talk to
That's alright, we all need someone to talk to
You can tell them I'm the bad guy
We took our time, I feel a little undone now
I feel a little bit older, I feel a little unwound
We've got a story to tell, it goes just like cancer
Slow and determined to in the end let us down
We gave it a try, I feel a little less helpless
I feel a little bit restless, I feel a little bit loud
This story we'll tell, it ends like it started
With both of us lonely waiting for love to come round
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There's This Girl
02:44
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There's this girl, she's got a hold on me
She's no good, but man she feels so good to me
Can't get enough, needle to the vein
Buddy, I can't wait to see that girl again
I got tired when it got hard
It's no fun, oh but I ain't gonna stop
Got hearts to break, give up on dreams
There's this girl, man she's got a hold on me
For the last few days I've been listening, I can't sleep
Trying to improve my disposition
It's been twice that long since I had a thought to speak
I think I'm finally through with quitting
Remember me, back in better days
We were young, years hadn't slipped away
Remember me, the way I used to be
'Cause there's this girl, now she's got a hold on me
There's this girl, man she's got a hold on me
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8. |
Under the Weight
02:49
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Got a story about the time I slipped under the water
Black as ink and cold I'm sinking to the river bottom
Swept away under the weight of too much to be forgiven
From far away a voice is saying, God still loves you sinner
Got a story about a girl I met in Kansas City
With Spanish eyes, oh she's quick to smile, her kisses taste like whiskey
Swept away under the weight of past sins and misgivings
She whispers close into my ear, I still love you baby
But I don't, oh I don't
All my days I've lost or wasted so I don't
Got a story about the time I ran and came home bloodied
I was just a child, I was full of pride, and found my mother waiting
Swept away under the weight of all her expectations
She took my hand and then she said, I still love you baby
Got a story about the time I slipped under the water
Black as ink and cold I'm sinking to the river bottom
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Moonshiner
04:53
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I've been a moonshiner
For seventeen long years
And I spent all my money
On whiskey and beer
I go to some hollow
And set up my still
If whiskey don't kill me
Lord, I don't know what will
I go to some bar room
To drink with my friends
Where the women they can't follow
To see what I spend
God bless them pretty women
I wish they was mine
With breath as sweet as
The dew on the vine
Let me eat when I'm hungry
Let me drink when I'm dry
Two dollars when I'm hard up
Religion when I die
The whole world is a bottle
And life is but a dram
When the bottle gets empty
Lord, it sure ain't worth a damn
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10. |
I Want You Too
02:33
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11. |
Never Settle Down
02:58
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New Religion
03:49
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Our names come from the Bible
I want a name that means there is no God
Or you can call me trouble
'Cause no one's watching over us
Trails and tribulations
Man that's just my life these days
All those years we wasted
I wouldn't have done much anyway
Now I've found something to believe
If there is love, I think that's all we need
You could save my life, my love
Our names won't bring salvation
We can throw them all away
And you can call me anything
It doesn't matter anyway
Now I've found something to believe
If there is love, I think that's all we need
You could save my life, my love
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Barak Hill Springfield, Missouri
Barak is a singer/songwriter and producer from Springfield, MO.
"Hill’s lyrical
approach is economical and plain-spoken, the words of everyman. But they’re delivered with the careful pacing and assuredness of a man who knows the impact he wants and how to get it." - Chris DeRosier, TAG Magazine
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