Brummagem = Cheap and showy 
Chersonese   = A Peninsula
Loquacioius  = Chatty 
Chalmoogra  = Asian tree shose sap is used to ease the symptoms of leprosy 
Petrichor      = The smell of dirt after it rains
Felicity          = Bliss
Diaphanous  = Sheer and light almost transparent 



"You're not cool
You’re a brummagem animal
Go and lie on some chersonese beach
Somewhere

Get a grip man
Your loquacious and undignified
You Leper go climb a chalmoogra

You and me were once like a singular petrichor
Got along famously
Felicity beauty of diaphanous union"

Brummagem Animal

I see you say you're plyaing the game 
you dont give most boys the tim of the day 

but you're still dancing near me
hard not to notice you 
i got this intention i mean to persue 

i want to get to know the real you 
i want to hear what you say 
i want to know everything about you 
id like it if you felt the same way 

go on and tell me all your stories
kuz this could be a magical thing 
and weve go time to think about it 
reach me in the morning

i watch you dance and i look like a fool
is this my chance to get closer to you 

but you're still dancing near me
hard not to notice you 
i got this intention i mean to persue 

i want to get to know the real you 
i want to hear what you say 
i want to know everything about you 
id like it if you felt the same way 

go on and tell me all your stories
kuz this could be a magical thing 
and weve go time to think about it 
reach me in the morning

I Want To Know The Real You

A Tune about crazy folk.
Recorded and Mixed by Will Block

Music Box

A song about the invisible pain of the mind. Big thanks to 
John Lebarre for helping me write this song 
Sam Jakobs for helping me record it 
Jared Nelson for playing drums

So Loud

It seems like every day I find a new way to make my bed my grave
every drug it feels the same, from cocaine to the way that the world feels wrapped around my brain 
round my brain 
and the critics they all say that I'm this way because I am insane
and they came to refresh till I am the same as them 
those boring and pathetic little men 
Little men 

It’s so loud
It’s so loud in my head 
It’s so loud

It’s so loud
It’s so loud in my head 
It’s so loud

As soggy as it is now my temperament is sorely lacking faith and space 
the growing pains are too much to waste your time while liars pray on your eager mind

I don’t mind the way that you look at me through your hair 
I don’t mind the beauty of your smile 
but the way we carry on these days is simply overdone 
yeah I’m done with playing games
no more games 

It’s so loud
It’s so loud in my head 
It’s so loud

It’s so loud
It’s so loud in my head 
It’s so loud

It seems like every day I find a new way to make my bed


“I got the idea for this song in my kitchen while dealing with the beginnings of mental turmoil in my life. After a bad acid trip that got me kicked out of college and back home living with my parents my escape would be drinking and jamming at my close friend John who helped me with the first couple chords.”

Put Down Your Phone

So Loud

Put Down Your Phone 

Baby I love you
and I know that you love me too
I know this because of the way you look at me 

Make me smile with your own 
Hold me and I won’t feel alone 
Hold me till the day that you leave me on my own 

Once in a while 
Put down Your Phone 
Baby you know that I’m with you 
why should I feel alone 

Though I throw you around 
I always pick you back up 
I see my reflection in you 
you fill me up

Charge me when I get low 
Dress me in all your favorite things 
touch me right and I will sing 

Once in a while 
Put down Your Phone 
Baby you know that I’m with you 
why should I feel alone?


“The tune is written from the perspective of the phone in the Verse and the lonely person in the Chorus. this song comments on an all too familiar feeling most of us will experience from time to time in the modern age. I wrote this song near the end of a relationship. Although I wasn't the only one in the room most of the time it felt as though I was alone.”

You got your thinking cap strapped so tight 
that it leaves indents on your forehead 
every time you close your eyes 
tell me only lies oh tell me only lies tonight

you got your mistress hushed up just right 
you know none else can locate her 
every time you squeeze her thighs
tell me only lies oh just don’t tell eliza 

Eyes on the road while your tied to your phone 
and the island we roam’s the only home we know  
ly home we know

remember when you got your makeshift turnstile table 
the imaginary Dj, you can hear the crowds go wild 
Spinning plates on tables 
spinning plates on tables child 

but now you’re all so set on soaking up the scene 
you tour the towns for the season 
I don’t see you anymore 
Maybe one day soon I’ll finally look you in your 

Eyes on the road while your tied to your phone 
and the island we roam’s the only home we know  
ly home we know

We’ve got our escape routes figured out now 
Yours to tears and mine to the open road 

Maybe one day soon I’ll finally look you in your 

Eyes on the road while your tied to your phone 
but wherever we go we know our homes inside 
our homes inside 



“this one came out of me after a long drought, I was sitting on a log in the forest somewhere in Washington. My traveling companion Meridith and I where camping and eating out of cans as we drove America. This song is a fictional story about a traveling, cheating Dj but mainly I wanted to use the words ‘Makeshift turnstile table’ ”

Eyes On The Road

Half Priced Smokes 

Half Priced Smokes man, what a joke
every time I take a toke the smoke still makes me choke 
so why should I if it’s just gonna make me broke man?

Cool kids keep them in their pockets till 
they collude to light their cool kills in the cold 
and cough an awful lot as they do so 

but sometimes I just can’t control myself… 

I let my buglers play on top of the roof TOPS 
screaming like banshees
“I’M STILL FREEZING”
I still say that it’s a dirty habit
but I have to have it when I get tipsy 
I hear them call me 

Much more often approaching my coffin I 
Feel as guilty as Sarah McLachlan makes me feel
when she says on the tube “baby, keep it real”

Social pressure becomes sockal pleasure when 
those propose a sinful endeavor that makes me smell
Like a southern bell raising hell in the middle of a coughing spell 

but sometimes I just can’t control myself… 

I let my buglers play on top of the roof TOPS 
screaming like banshees
“I’M STILL FREEZING”
I still say that it’s a dirty habit
but I have to have it when I get tipsy 
I hear them call me 

At best you’ll look like James Dean 
when you cough up blood i’ll hand you a hankie 
while the neighbors are inside watching tv
you'll be outside smoking and freezing, 
coughing and wheezing 
smoking and freezing

“This tune was inspired by a sign outside of a building down the road from where I lived in Portland, OR. As I drove to a local park, Mt. Tabor, I saw ‘HALF PRICED SMOKES’  and said to myself what a joke! By the time I got to the park I had the first verse and on an empty stage near the volcano I reminisced how difficult it was to leave my apartment on the 6th floor in St. Paul just to smoke a cold cigarette and on Wabasha with the snow and ice. I also comment on the kinds of cigarettes I could afford  Bugler and TOPS.”

David Barnard - Half Price Smokes (1)

"Could this be love that I'm feeling 
are we just friends
will this fondness go on past the weekend? 
I've just an ordinary soul 
no brighter nor more old than your own 

Could this be love that I'm feeling
that look in your eyes 
will it still linger on in the evening?
you've an extraordinary mind
so humble and refined every time 

Im lonely again I'm thinking of you now
chasing the memory of time 
If only my heart 
could drink in the view now
I would be pleased you were mine

Could this be love that I'm feeling 
Is it early to say 
what must I do to keep you from leaving 
you know we've both done worse before 
so why would it be wrong to do more?

Im lonely again I'm thinking of you now
chasing the memory of time 
If only my heart 
could drink in the view now
I would be pleased you were mine"

Could This Be Love?

"Knocking stranger at your door 
raven crooning nevermore 
is it too late to implore, may I enter in? 

I don't know why
but sometimes I feel mighty bitey 
blood in my eyes 
and sometimes i feel mighty bitey 
flesh feast fiending 
I'm a creature of intention 
gnashing teeth 
would you be open to the suggestion

secret sensual rappor 
dining with a carnivore 
pekid pallor, ancient grin your chin begins to spin 

I don't know why
but sometimes I feel mighty bitey 
blood in my eyes 
and sometimes i feel mighty bitey 
flesh feast fiending 
I'm a creature of intention 
gnashing teeth 
would you be open to the suggestion

could be something from before 
I was thumbless on all fours or 
swimming through an endless sea 
I had to use my teeth 

I don't know why
but sometimes I feel mighty bitey 
blood in my eyes 
and sometimes i feel mighty bitey 
flesh feast fiending 
Im a creature of intention 
gnashing teeth 
would you be open to the suggestion"

Mighty Bighty

David Barnard writes Folk, Jazz, Indie Rock and Neosoul. Songs about girls and songs about weird stuff.

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