Barna Howard

by BARNA HOWARD

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released February 21, 2012

Released February 21st, 2012
All tracks written and recorded by Barna Howard.
Mixed by Jeremy Sherrer.
Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk.
© & ℗ 2012 Mama Bird Recording Co. under license from Barna Howard.

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Track Name: Horizons Fade
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.
Track Name: I'll Let You Pick a Window
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.
Track Name: Tinker Creek
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.
Track Name: I Don't Fall Much, Anymore
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.
Track Name: Song for Joe
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.
Track Name: Promise, I Won't Laugh
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.
Track Name: It Hurts to Know
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.
Track Name: Pat's House
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.
Track Name: Turns Around the Bottle
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.