Name: For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Used by Rob Barnhardt
Duration: 2 min 35 s
Description: Based on Hemingway's famous six-word story; a haunting tale about the devastation of losing a child.

Just a cardboard box, way in the back of an old closet shelf
full of photographs and memories from a long-time ago.
Like being reacquainted with a long-lost friend and catching up all night,
telling stories in black and white.

I knew a girl back then, we would just pretend there was nothing between us.
I don't know if she really knew how crazy I was about her.
She could smile and say so many things, talking only with her eyes.
Like a movie, in black and white.

When lovers fade, memories still remain.
When it's too late, it's not always black and white.

Well I never found the words to say a proper good-bye.
We drifted apart and somehow went our own separate ways.
Buried beneath the years on a folded page was a letter never sent.
it was a love song...in black and white.

Black and White

singin and playin on my acoustic, freestyle off the rip just jammin out about a something something.....

Green Eyes

DUMB AND DANGEROUS THING
Words and Music Stephen Randall

We are
Of dust and a billion days
We are
Of dust and a billion days
For all that we’ve created
There’s more that we’ll erase
We are
Of dust and a billion days

We are
Silent bruised and bled
We are
Silent bruised and bled
And ashes once were flames
And flames are all but dead
We are 
Silent bruised and bled

We are
A dumb and dangerous thing
We are
A dumb and dangerous thing
The hand that cast the stone
The hand that carved the sling
We are
A dumb and dangerous thing

Instrumental 

The hand that cast the stone
The hand that carved the sling
We are
A dumb and dangerous thing

We are
A dumb and dangerous thing

Dumb and Dangerous Thing

Originally a one off improvised recording that I took and filled out because it spoke to me. That's what writing a good song is to me. I just have to get out of my own way and let the universe speak through me.

SPEAK MY MIND

Sweet sweet woman
Come here babe I'm missin a rib
Sweet sweet somethin
Wont you stop and rock my crib
Just like Lana did

Sweet sweet woman
Bring out the best in me
Sweet sweet somethin
Sweet like the honeybee
Buzzin the apple tree

Ooh
La la

Sweet sweet woman
Look at you in a crown
Sweet sweet somethin
Queen of the neutral ground
Empress of down

Sweet sweet woman
Sing out heavenly Muse
Sweet sweet somethin
Somethin in the way she moves
Keeps me in the groove

Ooh
La la

Sweet sweet woman
Sweet sweet somethin
Sweet sweet woman
Sweet sweet somethin


Words and Music (c) 1979, 2025 by Jack E. Morris

Sweet

Based on Hemingway's famous six-word story; a haunting tale about the devastation of losing a child.

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Used

I pressed your name
Into the glass
Watched it melt
Watched it pass

Teeth in the mirror
Smiles that bite
I look for you
In the absence of light

I was louder with reverb
But I meant it more quiet
You never heard me
Until I went silent

If I scream soft enough
Will it still count?
If I stop loving you
Do I bleed it out?

I’m still here
But not enough

louder with reverb (bonus)

Song: Timang Rindu
Composer: Nazar Shah Alam
Singer: Miftah Arif Ft Apache13
Prod. Apache13

Timang Rindu

Timang Rindu Miftah Arif Feat Apache13

TIME FLIES

FREE THE SIX - EP

lexies interlude (feat. LEXIE)

lexies interlude with LEXIE (Jewelryboy)

Just Fine On My Own
2025 The Nashville-Wisco 24 - 24
Copyright Erin Wolf 2025

i am here on my own
in the house that i'll never own
and people think i'm lonely
but they are wrong

i used to be afraid
what i would say
didn't want to be on my own
i was afraid my shadowside

now we've united 
and we're delighted to meet one another
i have learned how to be content
with me

why's everyone so scared
i'm still here 
not going anywhere
not going anywhere

it's like they all need me
to check the boxes that they're pleading
i'm alright
i'm alright
i promise i'm fine
for real

and i've taken time to
get to know myself
this is just reprieve from the world that is
burning to hell

i'll take this moment
don'tcha wait for just a minute
'cuz i know this is a game if i win
i'll win either way just the same

so i will enjoy
just for a moment 
sitting here 
sitting here
oh, sitting here

24 - Just Fine On My Own - 25TNWI24

Rob Barnhardt is a word nerd, irrational numbers enthusiast, avid disestablishmentarian, penny ante poker phenom and notorious sleep-aholic who sometimes dreams in Rock ‘n’ Roll. His parents were the star attraction in a daring high wire act that famously worked without a net. Both died while he was still young. He was sent to his grandmother's brothel where he was raised by prostitutes. Encouraged by a Jesuit priest, he taught himself guitar at 13, becoming an accomplished classical guitarist. He was high school valedictorian and went off to Julliard on a music scholarship. He kept a revolver and a rattlesnake in his dorm room, supplementing his scholarship with money he made selling drugs. He took advantage of the many parties at Juilliard and would often show up to them naked. He got kicked out of school for running an illegal numbers game and became an ambulance driver, hustling pool and playing in a jazz combo on the side. He met and fell in love with an Atlantic City showgirl on an ocean liner when he was 27. They jumped ship and married in Istanbul, exploring Eastern mythology and the occult while on their honeymoon. On a party dare gone awry, he fatally shot his new bride while attempting an ill conceived version of William Tell, missing the shot glass placed atop her head and instead shooting her in the eye. After serving seven years hard labor for manslaughter, he escaped from a Romanian prison and stole away on a southbound freighter. He found himself in Brisbane, living in a motel and living hand to mouth, furiously writing songs and drinking heavily. Between sporadic bar gigs, he took odd jobs at shipyards and funeral homes. He never remarried, preferring one night stands and prostitutes to a committed monogamous relationship. At this writing, he lives a hermit-like existence in a sparsely furnished farmhouse East of Omaha. And when he does venture out for musical engagements, he usually wants to be back at home.

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Used

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