Here’s our brand new ukulele tune called Bars & Dens. Hope you like it! Free to download and share. Follow us on twitter or facebook to stay in touch!

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Lyrics:

Thought I knew the perfect words to say
Thought I’d wise up, thought I’d find a way
To measure up, to lift the bar you raised
To make you smile, be worth your while today

No it’s not where you are
It’s how you choose to view it
Slow you won’t get too far
Put your back into it
So I know where to start
But if I overshoot it
Know you’re holding my heart
Yeah your love outdrew it

Bring it back to when you were 9 or 10
No creeping doubts, no broken vows back then
Is it too late to salvage what we can
From faded scars and haunted bars and dens

If you stop and ask along the way
Then nothing’s found that should be found today
A rosy-colored hue from where we came
On lazy streams and muted dreams I saved

Bars & Dens

New version of "Wasted" featuring the beautiful voice of 17 year-old Emily Cudhea-Pierce! So lucky to have her join the team for this one. Huge talent. Follow Emily here: https://soundcloud.com/emilycp

Song based on William Faulkner's "Sanctuary."

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Lyrics:

Ease your filthy hands or I'll be leaving
Throw another glass and I'll be gone
You'll see tomorrow with a sober set of eyes for once

There's a train to Jefferson each Sunday
Once I get my check I'll make it mine
I hear the folks there have a certain southern charm
And let a woman do just as she wants

So I'm leaving you now, I'm leaving you now 
You're just wasted
I'm leaving you now, I'm leaving you now
I swear to god

I don't know why your bruises turned to muscle
Or why it moves your blood to draw mine
I suppose that a soft word never entered in your ear
Or scrubbed away the callus in your heart

I'm leaving you now, I'm leaving you now
You're just wasted
I'm leaving you now, leaving you now
I swear to god

But the baby's crying out
And I've gotta put her down
And the clothes are on the line 
But it's getting dark outside
And the rain is coming now 
And soon he'll settle down 
And apologize

So I'll keep wasting

Wasted (Duet Version)

Story to Tell

Ava (Say Goodbye)

Labeled Parts

Two for one special today kids. This one's silly and quick. "Alibi" is longer and edgy. Hope you like them both.

Lollipop Indians

Hey there how you doin’ ma’am
Would you like to hold my hand
I’ve been waiting here for you

Never thought we’d get this far
We caught lights in mason jars
Seems like yesterday we met at school

You had me chasing lollipop Indians
If I got one I’d steal a kiss or two

What the hell’d you save em for
They didn’t work at candy stores
Every mouth in class was turning blue

But if it made you stop and smile
I’d sit down and work awhile
Guess things never change like they should

Promise me we’ll never stray
Too far from who we were those days
An innocence that I can’t bear to lose
Wouldn’t change a thing if I could choose

You jumped rope with all the girls
Ribbons holding up your curls
Never could’ve talked to you that way

I’d steal glances all the same
During pavement football games
Hoping that you saw me make a play

Left behind cowboys and Indians
Found the stones to ask you on a date

Remember how we used to dance
May have been much younger then
But I’m feeling like a kid today

Spin you once around the room
Like we did as bride and groom
So lucky that you chose to stay

The only time that I feel right
Is laying next to you at night
I hope it lasts forever this I pray
We’re rarer than a wrapper anyway

Lollipop Indians

Will You Stay

Asongly

Shoulda been a yogi
Woulda reached bodhi
Coulda been a swami
Living it alonely
Living it alonely
 
Shoulda been a writer
Woulda loved the trochee
Coulda trod an oak beat
Living it apoemly
 
Shoulda been a tin can busking townie
Woulda known the concrete
Coulda had a drug need
Living it atunely 
 
Shoulda been a sailor out at sea
Woulda known the salt breeze
Coulda sung a shanty
Living it aleely
 
My breath’s a swinging door
My song’s a swinging door
My self’s a swinging door
Or am I always me
Or am I all the things I've wanted
Fronted, self-decepted but have never been
 
Shoulda been something other than me


Asongly

More and More

Beyond the Break

First at the parkside all brick and stone
We made a nest for ourselves on the floor
So poor and young and desperately in love
Building a world

Then up on Beacon our closet room
We’d govern the city from a black top roof
Strangers in a land of glass and light
Miles from the ground

A long, long time ago
I’d watch you walk away
Every month or so
I’d memorize your waves
Imagining a life beyond the break

Manchester Sea was winter sound
We walked the beach in our hats and scarves
Huddled up with hands inside our coats
Frozen palm to palm

A long, long time ago
I’d watch you walk away
Every month or so
I’d memorize your waves
Imagining a life beyond the break

And now we’re home
Now we’re home
Now we’re home
Now we’re home

Beyond the Break

I recorded this song back in 2016 - one take for guitar/vocals and one take for the e-bow. I stumbled across the audio file on my old laptop and figured it was deserving of a Soundcloud upload, a casual 9 years later. Written for the girl who would become my wife and, soon thereafter, the mother of my kids. Hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

Born and raised
To stay behaved
To toe the straight and narrow
I played the fool
As young men do
Tapped the whiskey barrel
The time it took
Like a winding brook
On its way to sea
I saw some things
And grew some wings
Confused my wants with needs

Oh now that I’ve grayed
I see all the options that I could have weighed
But one girl who remains
Calling those bluffs that still stand on the banks of
My channel

I was counting on
Lightning rods
And safety from my window
But she stormed on in
A warm crosswind
And stole my favorite pillow
All my control
Was never whole
A finger in a levee
Entropy
Got the best of me
I suppose I was always ready

Oh now that I’ve grayed
I see all the options that I could have weighed
But one girl who remains
Calling those bluffs that still stand on the banks of
My channel

My wounds cut to the bone
Eroding walls of stone
May not have known it then
Took love to fill me in

So why don’t I try
She’s more than deserving
Letting words fly
Is a little unnerving
The dice that I rolled
Are finally returning
She’s making me whole
She's making me whole
She's making me whole
She's making me whole

The time it took
Like a winding brook
On its way to sea
I found the path
She pulled me back
To where I need to be

Oh now that I’ve grayed
I see all the options that I could have weighed
But one girl who remains
Calling those bluffs that still stand on the banks of
My channel

Damon Hill 2017

Call on Me

This one's purrrty...had to post it today. Follow us on facebook because it feels good: http://www.facebook.com/DamonHillBand

Then I'll Be Alright

I never did have the gall
You were right after all
I live by the rise and fall
Of breath that you take

Can't blame me for processes
A honeybee drawn to leaves
You knocked me down to my knees
I feel half-awake

If the world burns like Babylon
Apex to a denouement
Who says that we have to fall
We're safe in this room

Ignore the artillery
When you've got ahold of me
There ain't many certainties
I need to see through

As long as the stars keep on shining their light
As long as I got a few battles to fight
If only you'd say that you'll stay through the night
Then I'll be alright

As long as the ocean keeps rolling its tide
As long as this dog ain't forgotten his bite
If only you'd say that you'll stay through the night
Then I'll be alright, I'll be alright

You be an act of God
I’ll be the lightning rod
There’s magic within these walls
A give and a take

Only one task at hand
Moving without a plan
I’ll be a better man
I’ll make some mistakes

If our fates are etched in stone
Scorpio and Capricorn
Find a way to smolder on
Til the end of the fuse

We’re steering clear from roundabouts
And living in the here and now
Not asking for a ticket out
I’m painting my muse

And if it's all over before it begins
Lower my shoulder and pick up my chin
I thank you for throwing your fears to the winds
Just for tonight, just for tonight

Then I'll Be Alright

Next Town

We're finally back with a new one called "Rabbit Holes" - sorry we took so long! This track has some tricky fingerpicking in it, made even harder by using a guitar with a wicked straight neck. Best thing to do was to record it live to get the timing right, and then we added a couple layers in after the fact. There are a lot of wildlife references in this one though I didn't start writing it with that plan in mind. That's just where the song wanted to go, and I'm actually pretty glad that it did. Hope you like it! Download and share it to your heart's content.

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Rabbit Holes

Though I try
To hold my horses
I know my course is leading
Down wicked roads
And rabbit holes
Past omens I'm misreading

Oh I'm licking my wounds
And I'm singing the tunes I believe in
Afloat on the sea
With the sharks underneath
They've been feeding

I know why
Eternal forces
Cloak their porous beating
They're leaving room
For hope and gloom
And love that's worth perceiving

Oh I'm licking my wounds
And I'm singing the tunes I believe in
Cut a shallow ravine
With a bridge in between
For retreating

Move me, soothe me, I'm falling down time and again
Hold me, show me, the words I don't have to defend
Shakedown, break down, the rules we were meant to ignore
Save me, lately, there’s too many snakes at the door

Crows will fly
At midnight tolling
Over old men sleeping
They need their roads
For what they grow
While burdens haunt their dreaming

Oh I'm licking my wounds
And I'm singing the tunes I believe in
Oh what can I say
At the end of the day
I'm still breathing

I’m asking myself now
Why the hell I'm not unleashing
The hounds that were raised
In a breakable cage
That I weakened
So faint but they're there
The melodies bear repeating
Oh what can I say
At the end of the day
I'm still breathing

Chorus
Save me, baby, not biting my tongue anymore

Rabbit Holes

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