Lyrics:

Hartlepool where I hung my hat, London where I'm bound to die.
I miss the coast and I miss my friends, the quick "Hello, Goodbye"
And If I ever saw you again I think I'd roll my eyes.
I love you now as I ever did, I hate you more every night.

My St. Christopher between her teeth, a silver bullet on her tongue.
She would whisper those words to me like the butter wouldn't run.
The cutest girls tell the tallest tales, they tell such pretty little lies.
Like I was never her man, you see, just a stranger she'd hide.

So Hartlepool where I hung my hat, London where I'm bound to ride.
I miss the coast and I miss your roar, the hardest goodbye.
And if I ever saw you again I think I'd roll my eyes.
I love you now as I ever did, hate you more every night.

Words & Music by BARBER

St. Christopher's Footpath

Lyrics:

Tell me love will find a way
Tell me love decides the day
Through ring-pulls and smoke, the darkness and the cold
Tell me love will find a way

You tell me "love will a way"
So every dog would have his day
I was a sinner and a drunk begging hopelessly for love
Why then love still shies away

Ain't it beautiful babe, how the rain peppers the lake
With a smile on your face you'd be melting me for days
If I was dry land and you were the sea
I'd crumble at your side and sink underneath

As the downpour come, I'll be sheltered in love
And nothing will stop this rain
As the scent of your perfume washes me away

You told me love would find a way
You swore that love was on her way
In sickness and in health I could be the poison and the help
Hoping love will ride again

It looks like love's just running late
You know how love she's always late
But I'm Saint, sobering up because the bottle holds no love
But she tastes like sugarcane

You drop the breadcrumbs and I'd follow
So sweet you are to swallow
But like honeycomb and hollow

Music and Words by BARBER

Heartbreak Manifesto Pt. II

Lyrics:

She's the Sultan of Swing, swinging dick,
She's moves like Muhammad in the ring.
She has poison in her skin, tattoos for her children of men.
Now don't you count on me, I'm not an abacus baby,
But I'm a fool for you, so dazed and confused.

Did you hear that sound again, stiletto click and heartbreak 
Tried to level it out with apologies,
But got caught unhooking bras and thigh highs,
Lo and behold I'm bound to be buried by beauty and holy cow,
She's my Devil and Angel and Kingdom come
Between her thighs I'm coming home.

She's Titanic, between bed-sheets,
There she stands like Colossus of Rhodes.
Miyamoto with a knife, so good she'll make it look like it was suicide.
Don't call me Julius, baby; et tu Brute.
I always die for you, in your Rubicon bedroom.

Did you hear that sound my friend? Cracking ice and novocaine,
I tried to make it to higher ground, but temptation feeds a hungry man.
So low, and behold I'd be blown before being buried by beauty and finding home,
She could be a Devil or Angel I'd never know, between her knees she's crumbling Rome. 


Words & Music by BARBER

Ides of March

Lyrics:

I’m back where the road hits the coast again,
Tasting salt in the air and feeling the warmth of her skin.
Her lips so coarse and wanting,
Drawing blood from my tongue like a vampire starved of the sun.

Beating my wrists against my head again,
Because your beautiful to watch yet so poison to touch my friend.
Don’t have the words that’ll sooth your pain,
Like a Boa hunting Crocodile, 
I feel the pinch and the squeeze.

I can’t remember your face
Can’t remember your name
But I remember your smile
Like it was yesterday
I can’t remember your taste
Can’t remember your smell
But remember those lies
You used to tell

Thought you’d have me at odds again,
But I’m on to you girl, I’ve been reading your Thomas Hardy books.
And you’re not far from the Madding Crowd,
You think you’re Bathsheba but I know I’m Gabriel Oak.

It was the best of times, the worst of times
Our winter of discontent and the Ides of March.