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Head Full

by Short Hand

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Sometimes it seems that you and I Just can't see eye to eye And though we poke and though we pry We just can't get it right Sometimes love fits like a boxing glove And it makes me wonder Wonder if it's you Or wonder if it's me Or wonder if it's just us Sometimes it seems that you and I Can light each other on fire And though we're bright, providing light Where stuck in a dark, dank night Sometimes love is less a wink than a shrug Sometimes love is just a little too much Sometimes love just isn't near enough Sometimes love disappears like a hummingbird
No Indiana 03:36
And at some point you know that you're human And at another point you begin to change Change becomes what you can't control And from there it's just getting older And it's like there's no Indiana Like there's no place to call home As if there's no guitar music No Indiana, no Indiana And at some point you are what you think And at another you’re there and you're gone Where you're going is what you can't control And from there it's just the going It's like ain't no one to listen It's like ain’t no one to hear this No strings holding the states no faking, no Indiana
Since you've been gone the nights are so long But I can't sleep a wink. Since you've been gone all I do is think about getting drink. Since you've been gone I want to tie one on But I can't do that on a wagon. So far I've stayed on but it's hard holding on Since you've been gone. Since you've been gone the dawn is so long It's hard to get out of bed. Since you've been gone I haven't missed one of my meetings yet. Since you've been gone I've wanted to phone but I've called my sponsor at home. I know I bothered his wife but he's saved my life Since you've been gone. Since you've been gone I figure I'm still better off without liquor But I get quitting being a quitter if you don't ever get back here, o dear. Since you've been gone the bottle sings a song Like a beautiful woman. I don't know how long I can hold on Since you've been gone.
If you been stuck inside a moan Then you know just what I mean If you've ever cleaned your own heart with a fork If you've been yourself And despised your own health My head at work Is a head so full of dirt And my shovels they all have names I date in my department To get some satisfaction But some days my rage is a rage of flames So I've been to the doctor And I've taken all the pills I've hit my head so hard with my hand that it cuts I've felt the weight of a lifetime Sitting on my luck And a truck of regret in my bones So I don't need no St. James Infirmary I don't need some old dude In a hat who is gone I need a song for the future A song of my own You know what I mean if you've been stuck inside a moan
You live your life with a sense of what's right and wrong Before long you're at home with the fear of the unknown You think of life as a bird with wings A thing that can be flown with the fear of the unknown I hold hands and hold my heart With a voice like xylophone I hold at hope all alone Fearing the unknown You live your life with hope and trust that others do the same But down in your bones the fear of the unknown
Jenny Annie 03:26
Hey there sweetie, hey sweet bumble bee You looking for me or some mystery Hey Jenny Ann, what do you say Hey Jenny Ann, hey Jenny Annie Well, I’m no engine I’m no jet plane I can't take you to Rome or Bangor, Maine Hey Jenny Ann, I can't promise you a ride Hey Jenny Ann, Jenny Annie you can try, girl I know we've had our fun And these days are far from done I also know that things have changed I know I wouldn't want some other one Thank you to go on In this world that gets so strange So come on baby grab your coat and hat Bring your car, your highway and your roadmap Hey Jenny Ann, you know what to wear Hey Jenny Ann, hey there I know we've some luck To fall in love and such But luck only sticks around so long It's time we make our own Sing a newer song Know exactly where we belong Hey there girl I look and I see You beside me is just what I need Hey Jenny Ann, I want to hear you breathe Hey Jenny Ann, hey Jenny Annie
Wounded Wolf 03:37
My baby loves me but I know that one day she won't ‘Cause all my life I've kicked and cussed And messed up everything I've touched All my life I've had this sadness Around me like a lasso or a noose I can't remove She could just quit me, I know she could but she don't My baby she loves me but I know that one day she won't ‘Cause all my life I've made trouble For every teacher and lover All my life I've argued hard and made it clear I wouldn't quit without proving how right I was And even when I'm wrong, I could say so but I don't My baby she loves me but I know that one day she won't And as time keeps moving forward as it moves on and on My baby she loves me but I know that one day she won't ‘Cause all my life I've been a smartass In the back of the bus or the classroom All my life there was this sorrow That crept out of me sarcastic and cruel Me, I'm a wounded wolf and she takes the brunt My baby she loves me but I know that one day she won't
Get Down 04:23
With a shield of tears I looked everywhere for an autograph Was caught peering Looking in seeing if you were anywhere around We all have a word we can't hear So we squinted at the chair Cock your head and wince some And something strange seems paralyzed I know you get down And you know that I get down But please don't get down on me And we all get down We all get down But please don't get down on me If if was verb in the air I was iffing everywhere I felt for the latch Felt something opening Help something turning slick and black There is no excuse for this hurt And there is no way to reverse it It's this jerk in my body It's this fog in my very short laugh
Once inside a house, a riverboat of doubt Once inside a heart, a girl Once beneath cloud, and umbrella out And no rain anywhere And now I see With everything I see around me There is something, a lost human cure To believe in Now and again, as the cloud weighs in A heavy shoe finds a heavy foot And down on the street, in the dead concrete A footprint waits for the boot And every now and then the sins I’ve committed Swim like fish bobbing in the lake Somewhere in the night something arrives On wheels of justice Pumped full of light, pumped full of light
When the moon is hung Over your happy home When the stars stand still And you're up all alone You know that love Is the center of this world The world that you love Is the world with the girl you love You and the girl you love Made this happy home The kids and you Have grown it Built it up stone by stone The girl you love You know she's not a girl anymore And you're not a boy anymore, man, You've grown up together


These songs were recorded during the day in my living room, but they’re a little dark. I’d quit drinking so it’s all a little sober. That’s also because there’s a dobro and a piano. The piano is out of tune enough to sound about right. This is mostly country music, even if it doesn’t always sound like country music.


released January 1, 2015

All music, vocals, and lyrics by Shorthand P. Davis ©2015
Produced and recorded by Shorthand P. Davis

Mastering and Post-Production by Kyle P. Snyder


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Short Hand Muncie, Indiana

Short Hand figures that it's easier to learn to play an instrument than it is to find someone who can play it. He also figures that it's easier for him to do the writing, recording, mixing, artwork, and anything else that might need to be done. In the end, a set of sounds collect themselves into different shapes one might call "albums." Some sound like this and some sound like that. ... more

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