Horses In The Chest

by Short Hand

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It’s not 1975, but it could have been. It depends on where you’re from. For me, it’s like living in the country. Not real far out, but far enough that when you need something you have to “go into town.” It’s acoustic music played with electric guitars. One song is called “Little Bird, Little Church” and that’s certainly one way of thinking about it.

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released January 1, 2010

All music, vocals, and lyrics by Shorthand P. Davis ©2010

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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Track Name: Devil Overcoat
So a devil in the past
He just barks and barks
Got a devil in my soul
He just ask and just asks
If there's anything he's done?

And there's nothing to say
What's to say, anyway?
There’s nothing to say
You keep your mouth shut and hope
That the devil goes away.

I thought you would always love me,
But I found something different when you left.

He either goes or he stays
He either goes or he stays
Either way, it gets cold
He's the same cold
And it snows

And there's nothing to say
What's to say, anyway?
There’s nothing to say
You hope the cold snow goes
And the devil goes away

Need a devil overcoat
Need a devil over coat. … Period.
Track Name: The Bombs
When the doors open and the sun floods out all it's hopeless causes
I can still awake,
Half staked on my careless crosses
And pushing memories, pushing and pushing and pushing
I still awake
With a face
I can't name
With a name I can't change or replace

But taken, be as that may, there's the pillow I put my head on
And the dawn over me
Either side of the ocean
And somewhere there, out of time, the lights in the dark coming on
And I lie awake
I hear the train braking
With a face I can't change or replace

And when everything is said and done.
She's on my side like no one.
When everything is gone and gone
I swear that she is on my side

I never meant to mention her, to mention the sun, the moon or the door
I half see the point
On the other hand I don't
I was young when I didn't know her, I'm older now and I know it too
We both know about youth
We don't know the future
We just know the bombs
We breathe on.
Track Name: Horses In The Chest
When you get ready
When you undress
When you can't move
Horses in the chest

Don't even answer
Don't even guess
Don't even mention
Horses in the chest

And horses in the chest
That's the question
(Ask the questions)
Do everything else
Horses in the chest

When eyes open
With nothing said
The floor of the ocean
Horses in the chest

An egg is a mess
An egg in the nest
A robin you confess
Horses in the chest

And horses in the chest
That's the question
(Ask the questions)
Do everything else
Horses in the chest

Nearly every smile
Nearly every bed
Nearly every sound is
Horses in the chest

Nearly every yes
Nearly every yet
And nearly every breath
Horses in the chest

And horses in the chest
That's the question
Ask the questions
Do everything else
The horses in the chest

Long gone summer
Not wet but yet
Grass grew longer
Horses in the chest

No one behind us
No one sunset
No one under
Horses in the chest

And horses in the chest
That's the question
(Ask the questions)
Do everything else
Horses in the chest
Track Name: Little Bird, Little Church
You never know what to do
You never know what to say
Even your whole life gets twisted
Even your whole life gets twisted

You never know what you know
You never know what you don't
And even your whole life is twisted
Even your whole life is twisted
Even your whole life is twisted in pieces

You never know if it fits
You're never what exactly fits
Even your whole life gets twisted
Even your whole life gets twisted

A little bird in a little church
Little bird, little church

Even your whole life is twisted
Even your whole life is twisted
Even your whole life is twisted in pieces

A thing you can't describe
A word you can't even type
And your whole life just barely fits
And your whole life just barely fits

A tiny watch on your wrist
The tiny time on your wrist
Even your whole life is twisted
Even your whole life is twisted
And even your whole life is twisted in pieces.
Track Name: No Cure
People got no cure
People got no cure
Not in a tribe nor in a suburb

What hurts, hurts a lot
What hurts, hurts a lot
What's sure is just what you got

Throw stones at a whore
Throw stones at a whore
It won't make you pure

Dig a hole in the earth
Dig a hole in the earth
It won't make you sure.
You can't get sure.

People got no cure
People got no cure
Not in a try nor in a suburb
Track Name: The Scary Hinge
I feel like the night (yeah) ain’t ever long enough
What's long in the daybreak is short in the dusk,
The trouble is troubling
And when it begins, it never seems to end

And deep in the dark (yeah, yeah) things begin to repeat
You sleep on your side, you put a pillow between your knees
Uneasy, dreams creep like sins
And when it begins, in never seems to end

Do you feel like a knot (yeah yea) hung around a neck
What's good for you at breakfast ain't necessarily good at sunset
But anyway, you manage to breathe in
And when it begins, it never seems to end

As for the end (yea, yea, yea) as for the scary
As for the ink, in the obituary
The trouble with the coffin, isn't in the hinge
And when it begins, it never seems to end
Track Name: Something Under
O, she said, the way you look this morning makes me sad
That you have to walk out that door.
O my head, so full of worry and sorrow like a bottle on a sill
In another time and place

With my brothers
I can feel something under
And my brothers
Come on brothers, I need you, I need you

And the snow, it blows in the backyard and it's cold, it's cold
The winter never really over
Going onward, on wheels that struggle through storms
And I struggled through hopes and love

With my brothers
I can feel something under
And my brothers
Never been something better than my brothers

And kids play together
And kids get bigger
And I've always had my brothers

Over now, the date looks like a silver dollar you haven’t
Seen in years or even thought about
And o back then, in the house I grew up in there were windows
In their window frames, somehow everyday

With my brothers
I am sleeping and talking
Watch out brothers
I can feel something tugging me under

Oh my brothers
Oh my brothers, I love you I love you
Oh my brothers
Never been something better than my brothers
Track Name: yes, Dear
I love you better than I loved that girl
I love you whether everyone is numb
I drive to Indy and call you on the phone
I fly to Denver and call from the hotel

Every little yes

I walk for hours and stand in the kitchen
I know the flowers open clothes open
I passed the guards and board the aeroplane
I drive for hours when every name is home

Every little yes

I love you better then aeroplane
I know you better than a cigarette
I have the choir sing Frank Sinatra dumb
I love you even as you open close open

Every little yes
Every little breath
Yes dear
Track Name: On A Bike
Riding on a bike,
Riding on a bike,
Do what you like,
Riding on a bike

Rolling in a car
Rolling in a car
Go pretty far
Rolling in a car

Sitting on the bus
Sitting on the bus
Behind a pickup truck
Sitting on a bus

Riding on a train
Riding on a train,
Everything looks the same,
Writing on a train

Flying in a plane
Flying in a plane
The world is very strange
Flying in a plane

Walking on your feet
Walking on your feet
You get across the street
Walking on your feet

Knocking on a door
Knocking on a door
There's not anything more
Than knocking on the door

Sleeping in the dawn
Sleeping in the dawn
The day comes on
Sleeping in the dawn

Riding on a bike
Riding on a bike
Do what you like
Riding on a bike

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