i am whiskeyheart EP (NOR-02)
"i am whiskeyheart" EP on CD, along with digital download.
Includes immediate download of 6-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
Immediate download of 6-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
released 10 August 2012
whiskeyheart is eric barnett
recorded by eric
mastered by john rogers
photos by andrea barnett
all songs written and performed by eric, with the
occasional assistance of tim frey and matt baumann
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- Track Name: graveyeard
when the first rays of that sun crest the treeline at dawn, i’ll be making my way back home - while you were sleeping, lost in dreams, i was working, running my machines - well, it’s not much of a life - but it’s a hell of a living, it seems
- Track Name: i am
i am that noble oak - and i am that mighty pine - i am that evening sky and i am the stars that shine - i am that twisted stream - and i am those fallen leaves - i’m the sunlight through your window and i am that summer breeze - with my wheel set to spin, and my song in the wind, i’ll be back again - i am those rolling plains - and i am those fields of grain - i am that barren wall and the picture in the frame - i am that endless road - and i am that will to roam - i’m the road that takes you away and the road that brings you home - with my wheel set to spin, and my song in the wind, i’ll be back again - though i tried to stick around - i couldn’t make it long - well i tried to be the singer, but i ended up the song
- Track Name: high road
when you said you’re leaving, i said i’ve heard this one before - cause you’ve been bent on walking out since you first walked through my door - and if you’re waiting on my answer, you won’t like what you’ll find - take everything that is yours and leave behind what’s mine - i got so sick and tired of always begging you to stay - but you know this time around, it’s not going to work that way - cause i’ve been waiting on this moment - it seems like very long - a chance for you to break free and a chance for me to right what i’ve wronged - we’ve both been playing with fire, and you think i’m acting strange - you’ve given me my last scar, and now it’s time that you get burned for a change
- Track Name: flock
well the rooster will crow, the sparrow may plead - and the blackbird will sing, though it doesn’t have the need - and i will hum the tune, cause i don’t know the words - as i sit in the wilderness, listening to the choir of birds - well the vultures will circle, the phoenix rise from from flames - and the raven will speak, and it sounds just like my name - some of them will call, come of them will sing - some will brave the winter and some of them will fly south till spring - and a murder of crows will sit on the lines - and the robins take wing and inhabit the pines - and they’ll all flock together and blacken the sky - till they all return home to live and to die
- Track Name: country resume
i’ve never worked in a coal mine - never thumbed my way across a state line - never sat alone and cried into my beer - so how can i tell you what you want to hear? - i’ve never been in a bar fight - never shot a man just to watch him die - can’t say i’ve felt the devil drawing near - so how can i tell you what you want to hear? - but i’ve slept in my car - and i’ve closed down my fair share of bars - i’ve been laid off and let down, cheated on and pushed around - i’ve had my share of heartbreak, just not more than i could take - i never rode in a boxcar - never paid my rent by playing my guitar - never been the kind to live my life in fear - so how can i tell you what you want to hear? - now i’m down to my last dime - so i’ll take it home one piece at a time - i’ve been put down and put out - i’ve had my worries and my doubts - i’ve had my share of heartbreak, but that don’t always make for a good song
- Track Name: 4 a.m.
it’s four in the morning - i should write this down, but i’ll keep on singing till the last words have come out - the last cup of coffee put the shakes in my hands, but i’ll keep on playing - try to make good on my self-imposed demands - so i’ll take a shot of that old kentucky bourbon - try to make the best of this cold ohio night - and i’ve failed enough, you’d think that i’d be learning - that good enough will have to be alright