Someone let the dogs out front 
and I get hit in the face when I pull my punches 
and I can't find a job with a name that fits
and if I'm bleeding at the nose I will bite my lips

When I'm in the unemployment line 
my unemployment check's reduced
if you had thoughts like mine 
I'd be agitated too
no matter who goes or comes 
I feel empty and numb
I scribble nonsense and blame it all on
capitalism

But who am I to complain?
No matter who might do the same
figured it out how to beat the pain
when all your comforts have slipped away

It's my accountant will tell me I'm too self-absorbed
and my psychiatrist prescribes for me a new VCR
and it's the people we love who deserve our attention
I learned it by ignoring you and watching the television

But who am I too complain?
No matter who might take my place
figured it out how to beat the strain
when all your comforts have slipped away

Reach through the hole in my pants and I pick at the leg
reach into skeletal muscle while I chew on the tissue
it's the seat of my chair
it's the chill of my stare
it's the reason I'm disappearing 
into the thin air

But who am I too complain..?

Comfort Zone

Who do you wanna see right through me
I fictional entity to be?
And did you wanna put me in a movie
Move me off the screen?

Again I said
I’m not the same
Dissonant friend
You put me up 
Now I put you out with no shame
No shame

	These conversations are so callous and mundane
	My self-denigration only goes to show
	I need never go back to L.A.

You’re a map of red and black
You could have the world
If you got paid for your guilt traps
As long as I don’t get drunk
And make wise cracks
You’ll pay for half my way

Dissonant friend
With money to lend
I can’t pretend
You pay my way
Now I pay you back 
In spare change
Spare change

	These conversations are so passive and inane
	It makes for an aftertaste 
	Only goes to show 
	I ain’t never going back to L.A.
	You need conversations to feel like
	Everybody’s got their place
	Knowing I don’t belong
	Is as dear to me 
	As that I’m never going back to L.A. 
	Never going back to L.A. 
	Never going back

Who are you to act abused?
With your mind made up
And going out of use
Now that I caught a different view
Fuck off or leave, you choose

Dissonant friend
With advice to lend
Well try this instead
You paid my way
Now I’m never going back
To L.A.

Spare Change

Return of the Bottomfeeder

Mint Chocolate Root Beer Float

Queen of Club Soda

Never a Bride

Gun Cleaning Accident

Bottomfeeder

Somehow Seems

Never A Bride Live At Tumbleroot 7 26 19

Babelshack is an authentic progression from the post-punk, hard-edged 90s. Each member has a degree in music and unique impact on the overall sound—something the Albuquerque Weekly Alibi refers to as “side trails of new musical territory.” Influences from reggae, to punk, to jazz, to hard-rock weave cohesively into a visceral soundtrack. Barnaby Hazen’s masterfully crafted lyrics and dynamic vocals range from vulnerable to passionate, to downright psychopathic. 

Performance credits include opening for Billy Bob Thornton's Boxmasters in Santa Fe and Taos, NM; tours of Colorado (e.g. Pinky's in Denver and The Foundry in Boulder); Texas (e.g. Ego's in Austin, The Cover in San Antonio), Arizona (Casa Blanca Nightclub in Phoenix), and countless New Mexico venues in Santa Fe and Albuquerque: Santa Fe Brewing, Warehouse 21, Club Alegria, Burt's Tiki Lounge, the Atomic Grille, University of New Mexico's outdoor venue and more. 

Here is an article relating their recent reformation and first gig back in Santa Fe, NM: https://www.sfreporter.com/music/2019/07/24/back-to-the-shack/