Hammer

By Barin Darnew

But I've come from another place
See, I've got no blood, I'm without a face
I'm part of you
We're one
We kissed on the Aztec Steps, taboo moonchild

Another nail into the coffin
Another nail into your eye
One more nail for the road
Hammer till you die

I don't wanna go - to the hills

Come with me into the car
See, your stomach glows
I like your robes
You'll wear one, like this
Now, shut up

Hammer

New York, New York

By Barin Darnew

Passing by the paper trail
Captured by cubes
Surrounded on all sides
On the rooftop, waiting for you
Benches in parks
Standing in subway cars

New York, New York
Different jobs
Pictures of stars
New York, New York

Walking, talking, playing with you
Always find a game
Perfect, in your face

New York, New York
Busy bells
Center street self
New York, New York
Who am I?
Nevermind...

New York, New York

Connect The Dots

By Barin Darnew

For a rambling hope defending the blazon pathway to call her own
Engraving the nicklestone
Yes, she found it alone
It was theatre to her
And she realized how to
Connect the dots
Although it meant a lot to conceal it
We just can't leave it
A secret in a treasure box

Connect the dots
Don't be reeled in by the confusion

Can't you see
This connects both you and me

Connect The Dots

On Our Own

By Barin Darnew

In between the wheatfields hiding teenage shame away
We're seventeen, and we don't have much to say
Anyway
If the mountains shy their glory peaks in the clouds
Cathy and I can hop in a train and leave
We're living on the sea now
I was afraid
But it's not a dream anymore

On our own
It's not a masterpiece everyday, but we call it a home
And if she cries, then I'll pack up all the bags and we'll kiss the sea goodbye

On our own
On our

Up against the rocks
These are children again
Twenty-six years 
Hold my hand
Waving from the waves
She's missing country days
We loved the violent weather
We built a house together

On our own

In between the wheatfields
Up against the rocks
On our own

On Our Own

Who is - or was - Barin Darnew? It is a question seldom asked. Interested parties, of which there are few, believe that Barin Darnew was either born, or somehow formed, somewhere on the East Coast of the USA, sometime in the late 1990s. There are rumors that he wrote hundreds of songs, performed with various bands in Boston, NYC, San Francisco, and Seattle, and was once signed to a small record label that refused to distribute his music. One critic hailed him as 'the next David Bowie', but paying audiences were not as enthusiastic. Cult followers might have appreciated his unique brand of 'pop music', but in 2008, Darnew mysteriously disappeared in the mountains of Southern Argentina, and was never heard from again. Conspiracy theorists maintain that he underwent plastic surgery, and has been masquerading as an academic, but no one knows for sure. The tracks uploaded here were apparently discovered on the frozen hard drives of a downed Soviet spy satellite, the Novy Mir. Their date of production is unknown.

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