tim barry

it's been sometime since i've posted anything. sorry for this. i'm going to start back up with some powerful and moving music. i've been listening to a lot of tim barry's solo stuff. just simply amazing. these are 3 of my favorite songs. church of level track is amazing


Church of Level Track





I was drunk as hell with a friend way back down by Scotts Addition off a mainline track
He said what was on his mind like Id never heard it
Then in come this train called the 170
I heard it air up then felt it pull
They say that rain on the face cuts when you deserve it
And I sat and I thought
All that aint right is over for at least tonight and if I die trying now
I wont die wondering how life couldve turned out

Well that train hauled ass and made good time
Down past Rocky Mount on that old Seaboard Line
My friend just slept and I sat there silent
I had some whisky and some smokes and time to think it all out
It made sense this whole heading south
Sometimes its best to slow your pace when you cant control it
And I sat and I thought
All that aint right is over for at least tonight and if I die trying now
I wont die wondering how life couldve turned out

Down in Jacksonville that train broke up
My legs where stiff I thought Id walk it off
My friend faced west and mentioned Pensacola
I did the truck stop deal and prayed on four wheels
Sat on my bag, heard a J-break scream
I saw my face in a window and I thought I know him
And I sat and I thought
Although it aint right Im not heading home tonight
And if I die thinking here I wont die wondering
How life couldve turned out







Avoiding Catatonic Surrender





it's lonely in the Garden State, the place of no left turns
in a Motel 6 in East Brunswick smoking 'till my lungs burn
i put ice in the trash can to cool down my beer
breathe in the perfume in the room of the person last here
i can't stand this singing, i can't stand this song
i can't stand being home, lord i can't stand being gone
my ears ring when it's quiet and i ain't heard a thing all day
and I'd call if I could but right now i ain't got nothing to say
and so on, and so long
i can't keep singing these songs for too long, and so on
the first night we met we fucked on the couch in my living room
and spent the morning pretending it didn't happen searching for your lost phone
which i found between the cushions, below a pile of our clothes, you said you couldn't leave with out it, I should have kept my eyes closed
i left for work directly then for a 15 hour day made just over a hundred bucks none of which I ever saved
didn't hear too much from you before and never heard from you again
cause as soon as this shit starts boy it's bound to end
and so on, and so long
i can't keep singing these songs for too long, and so on
i throw empty beer cans at the tv when I'm watching the news
i hate republicans I hate democrats I hate liberals too
I think pacifists are weak and violence is wrong but I go limp for police and i fight when it's called for
the truth is i don't know or care with who or where I fit in at all
but I keep on living simple RIDING FAST AND LIVING SLOW
i write standard boring songs with boring standard chords just like the best and the worst - verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-repeat and so on...




Exit Wounds