Cocaine – Kevin Hunt

Waiting in line for the cocaine
Got a fever I can’t shake
Itching inside like an earthquake,
I need a break.
Gotta help me out

I had everything I could take,
House on a hill with my own lake
Everyone round to my place
Gonna have a party tonight
Gotta Help me out 
Oh, hey man you gotta help me out now

Things went kind of pear shaped
Lost my money in real estate
Told myself to have faith
So called friends they were fake
You gotta help me out
Oh, Hey man you gotta help me out now


Oh, I need a line of cocaine
Got a fever I can’t shake
Itching inside like an earthquake
Blood rolling down my face
I’m itching in side like an earthquake
I’m itching in side like an earthquake
I’m itching in side
Hey man you gotta help me out now
Oh hey man you gotta help me out now

This place smells a bit your sniffing it up where you should shit that cocaine
Give you a heart attack, end up in a big black sack that cocaine
Hole in the ground your dead worms are crawling through your head that cocaine.

Oh, I need a line of cocaine
Got a fever I can’t shake
Itching inside like an earthquake
Blood rolling down my face
I’m itching in side like an earthquake
I’m itching in side like an earthquake
I’m itching in side
Hey man you gotta help me out now
Oh - out now

Devils Daughter

Cocaine

Round in circles – Kevin Hunt

Well there ain’t no use in trying, you’ll only be misunderstood.
Ain’t no point in crying, never did you any good.
No ones every listening, to anything they should.
We’re going round in circles again.

Open up the wounds, all the time could never mend.
Let it flow all over, that old familiar friend.
No ones ever watching, you bleeding in the end.
We’re going round in circles again.

Ah ya think you might have learned, going round so many times
Turns out there’s no changing, when you’re this far down the line
No one get to choosin’, how you start out the first time
We’re going round in circles again.
Going round in circles again
Going round round round

Don’t matter how you’re facing, well it all looks the same.
Thing about a circle, it just starts but never ends.
Ain’t no direction, when you’re sitting on a bend.
We’re going round in circles again.

But I got me a woman, and she holds me through the night.
Got more than she paid for, bought but didn’t buy
She keeps on a holding, never asking why
We’re going round in circles again.
Going round in circles again
Going round round round

Round in Circles

Round In Circles

Singer Songwriter Kevin Hunt explores the transient nature of life and the cycle of history that we spend our time chasing

The rains

Take my heart

Enough Rope – Kevin Hunt

Enough rope to swing, but not to hang.
Drown your sorrows, but don’t take the man.
Ride that rope as long as you can.
Nothing much grows, here in this land.

We all have skeletons hiding at home.
Mine you know, have skin on their bones.
Follow you around wherever you go,
Everyone knows the truth I suppose.

There’s no hiding in shadows or fading away.
Every day above ground is a good one they say.
You try not to think ‘cause it gets in your way,
Digging holes in wet sand, day after day.

You can fight, you can breath, you can ride on a wave.
Dare not to sleep cause you may not awake.
Going round in circles, as long as it takes.
Watch it rise, watch it fall, watch it build, watch it break.

Give me enough rope to swing, but not to hang.
Drown your sorrows, but don’t take the man.
Ride that rope as long as you can.
Nothing much grows, here in this land.
Give me enough rope to swing, but not to hang.
Drown your sorrows, but don’t take the man.
Ride that rope as long as you can.
Nothing much grows, here in this land, but you sow
Enough rope to swing. Not to hang.

Devil's Daughter

Enough rope

Enough Hope

Dark Days – Kevin Hunt

Well we all have dark days
Where we can’t rise above the grey
Where you can’t fell
Where you’ve got, nowhere else to go.
And it’s easy to look down,
Somewhere deep beneath the ground
Wishing you were there
Wishing you were deep inside a hole.

But it’s time to live,
Thinking another way.
Yeah it’s time to live, thinking another way.

Cause everyday you live and breath
Is a better one you see
Than the man heading for the light on the wrong side of the road
And that church yards full of souls
Who’d love the aches in your bones
Drink it all in feel the sunlight washing all over your face

Cause before too long
You’ll be six feet under this place
Yeah before too long 
you’ll be six feet under this place.

Dark Days

Come on back to me – Kevin Hunt

They say I got moonshine,
Right by my window.
I know I got moonshine,
Running through me.

They say that there’s heartache,
Back in the distance.
Ain’t got time for no heartache,
In front of me.

You talk till your breathless.
Is it all off your chest?
I sing cause I’m restless,
But that’s up to me.

You can’t be forgiven for what you believe.
Don’t waste more time. On your knees.
Maybe there’s more to this than it seems.
Waiting for you to come back to me.
Waiting for you, to come on back to me.
Waiting for you
To come on back to me.

Come on back to me

Come On Back to Me

Fighting Irish – Kevin Hunt
Roaring drunk on Friday night after work.
Stayed out all night long until it hurt.
Lost my heart in the gutter that was worse.
Lost my heart in the gutter, what a curse.

Had the maid of sorrows chasing me.
Had the maid of love set me free.
Didn’t know which way I want to be.
They’re closing in, still chasing me.

Well I woke the next morning, layer of sweat.
Broken nose from a wall that my face met.
I’ve wounds to heal, old scars still sore.
Every scar a story you heard before.

Cause I’m a fighting Irish man, gone to war
Play the last chorus, like never before
Arm and arm, we’ll take the floor.
Our heads bowed, our feet still sore.

Now one by one my friends are gone.
Shovelled sand all day his back was done.
And I carried with me dirt and dust.
A few pints on a Friday night a must.

Now I see myself in a window pane.
And a few more lines that look the same.
My hands are bigger now for sure.
Tears bled those years across the shore.

Well I’m just an immigrant come home.
How things have changed and time moved on.
If I had to do it all again.
Save the souls and the lives of a million men.

Cause I’m a fighting Irish man, gone to war
Play the last chorus, like never before
Arm and arm, we’ll take the floor.
Our heads bowed, our feet still sore.
Cause I’m a fighting Irish man, gone to war
Play the last chorus, like never before
Arm and arm, we’ll take the floor.
Our heads bowed, our feet still sore.

Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest.

Fighting Irish

Hope against hope By Kevin Hunt

Hope against hope, fear upon fear,
That’s life now, for me.
I stand back, watch it all, it’s how, it must be.
I could take your hand, turn you into the man that I want you to be.
But you must find your own way, fight the fight everyday and see where it leads.

I’ll be there for you when you need.
I’ll hold your hand when you can’t sleep
I’ll be waiting for you. For you to ask me.

You must take a chance and you must learn to dance, to, your own tune.
You must take a stand and be your own man, do what you know is true.
Well I won’t be the own, to who you’ll always run.
But know, I believe in you.
Just do all you can, to be the man you can.
It’ll all come to you.

I’ll be holding my tongue now you see,
In the shadows unseen.
I’ll be holding out, holding out for you to ask me.

I could tell you the way that it was in my day
But what good, Is that to you.
Times always change, yet everything stays the same.
We’ve all been there too.
You learn your own way by the mistakes that you make.
Some you win. Some you lose.
Don’t cry for me son when I’m dead and gone you gave me everything, and then some.

I’ll be there for you when you need.
In the shadows unseen.
I’m just your old man
But I’m here when you need me.

I’m here when you need me even though you can’t see me
I’ll be there,
I’m here when you need me even though you can’t see me
I’ll be there, for you.

Hope against hope

Hope Against Hope

Devils Daughter – Kevin Hunt

I’ve tasted love and tasted hate
With one hand on heavens gate
But Life came to my fingers
Lost my grip

You take the highs, roll with the lows
Figured that’s the way it goes
Every time I breath
I wheeze a bit.

I’m running out of reasons
For things I can believe in.
Dried up on excuses,
For why it ends up useless.
I’ve come to peace and come to terms.
Life’s a bitch at every turn
It’s hell to know, you’re a bloody awful disgrace.
Yeah, it’s hell to know you’re a bloody awful disgrace.

The road don’t care where you’re coming from
Or to where it is you’re heading on
It’ll be there right in front of you.
The road don’t care where you have been
Or anything you have seen
That and more, son, it has seen it too.

I’m running out of reasons
For things I can believe in.
I’ve dried up on excuses,
For why it ends up useless.
I’ve come to peace and come to terms.
Life’s a bitch at every turn
It’s hell to know, you’re a bloody awful disgrace.
Yeah, it’s hell to know you’re a bloody awful disgrace.


That’s what you get from the Devils daughter
She takes a chain and puts it on ya
Pulls it tight when you’re trying to break loose.
So you drink your whisky and drink it straight
Take on the road, chasing fate
She takes your heart, rips it up in two.
So you rattle that chain, pull it all around
It’s the only game there is in town
Keep on keepin’ on, it’s all you can do.

Devils daughter

Stoney Broke in Dublin by Kevin Hunt

Stoney broke in the city of Dublin,
The place they said I was to call my home.
I walked upon her streets forever,
Getting nowhere, but all alone.

You know that I used to believe in God,
For sure, that has faded some since.
On my knees I had to beg forgiveness,
For things, I never did.

Stoney broke in the city of Dublin.
I couldn’t take one Shilling for myself.
I could not take the guilt upon the torment
Or the strings that came with it.

To man and God and love and war,
The homeless beggar and the city whore.
You’re just another coat against the rain,
Put your shoulder to the wind once again.

Stoney broke in the city of Dublin,
I cannot say that city was my friend.
Stoney broke is all she gave me.
Stoney broke, all stones turned. (Repeat last verse x 3)

Stoney broke in Dublin

Stoney Broke in Dublin

A Healing – Kevin Hunt

It’s 4 in the morning
There’s a certain kind of light at this time
And it ain’t quite the dawning
But it sure is the end of the night.

You played with the Devil and he called the tunes,
You won him right over, now he’s playing for you.
And tonight we can break it
The back of this beast that you love.
Tonight we won’t fake it,
We’re killing it all down the road.

You played in the doorways
In the driving rain
You played to your shadow
Over over again
But tonight you’re on fire
It’s got a life of it’s own
Tonight there’s desire
You’re feeling it run through your bones
And tonight there’s forgiveness,
For everything, all that she wrote
And tonight there’s a healing, a healing with every note

A healing a healing a healing a healing 
a healing healing healing a healing 
a healing healing healing

Did you get healed. Did you get healed.

A Healin'

A Healin

Kevin Hunt is a soulful acoustic performer. On tracks like "A Healin" his voice and the way he riffs on a lyric puts him into that spiritual Van Morrison tradition, all the way from Astral Weeks to No Guru No Method No Teacher. "A Healin" nods lyrically to Morrison, but it's an affectionate homage, an acknowledgement that they are travelling the same road, rather than a steal. The interplay between Kevin, Ian Pearson's lyrical violin and John Parker's upright bass on "Stoney Broke In Dublin" and the title track is classy and spot on, placing Devils Daughter that special niche between folk, jazz and Country.

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