Punk Heart

by Short Hand

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I didn’t intend to call this record Punk Heart, but, by the end, it was like it almost would’ve been wrong not to call it Punk Heart. It’s not exactly punk but then my heart isn’t exactly punk. All the songs are about my family and even though I’m often screaming, I’m screaming about ordinary life. My daughter turned seven and I took Ninjitsu with my son. I like to think there was a really long summer in there. There is no song about gin on this record, but there should have been.


released January 1, 2014

All music, vocals, and lyrics by Shorthand P. Davis ©2014
* except Scott Bugher plays bass on one, two, three, four, six, eight, nine, and ten. jscottbugher.com

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: In Ninjitsu
So twice a week
You haul your butt downtown in your ghee
And you stretch and do rolls
And then you recite the student creed

And Sensei won't let you forget
That we are talking about life and death
And it's a good point
In this ninjitsu
In all this ninjitsu

Every person has a fight
A moment when they need to win something
Every person has a life
A moment when they start and when they end

And so you may claw for the eye
Or try to shattered the knee
In this ninjitsu
In all this ninjitsu
Track Name: Poet Teardrops
Hey poet. Lovebird.
You got a life, word bird?

What do you think, at night,
Knowing the road you travel?
You don't advocate violence, or anything, do you?
You got a patron, poet?
Like I've got my wife?

Do you wake up tired
Unable to lay down?
Are you like a jump roper jumping rope? (Jump!)
Is there a fire somewhere?
Any room for jokes? Any room for skipping jokes?

You know it.
You don't have to be told about it.
Do you understand time on a clock?
Are you, or are you not, on a map, a dot?
Teardrops! Teardrops! Poet teardrops!
Track Name: Re-reading the Bible
So when you're young you had to have it
Every time you went to church
You learned to believe it, word for word
It looked different than other books
Your parents underlined whole sections of it
And when you're older it divides the family

And everyone has got good intentions
There's no intent to make life miserable
But things happen people don't understand

And every person deserves to make their own life
Everyone deserves to be who they want to be
Regardless of the consequences

But just because we want and deserve
Something from life doesn't mean we'll get it
Or anything similar

And all of the stories tell something bitter
From Genesis to the New Testament
You soak it up, you soak it up

And even as Saul is becoming Paul
Even as my fists ball
We are reading and reading the bible
We're both reading and re-reading the bible
Track Name: Golf Bag
I am going to walk this course.
I don't have golf shoes.
I never found the ball.
I never made an eagle.
I can't explain myself.
On my shoulder, a golf bag.

I've got to make this chip.
Don't want to wet the bed on this.
And it rolls right off the green.
And I have another three-putt.
I removed my golf glove.
Standing close, a golf bag.

Everyone has a good shot.
Everyone has a bad shot.
And I get the bad shots.
Frustration is the enemy.
I can't explain the waiting.
On my heart, a golf bag.

No, I never imagined
A golf course and collared shirts.
My son likes to play a lot.
And I like what he likes.
On his shoulder, a golf bag.
On my shoulder, a golf bag.
Track Name: Hawaii
Happy that you're well in Hawaii
I can't wait to see the places you'll be
It's good to know, better than to guess
About the real estate in the South Pacific

We drove from Florida yesterday
We're home 18 hours later
The kids were good despite the big numbers
All of the earth feels smaller this summer

And there's always another night to give
Despite ours we find ourselves here
Something in the dark wakes up the room
A muscle in my heart beats an instant too soon

For all the hopes, the dreams and the rest
The blue ocean still moves back and forth

Hawaii, me, you, Ben, Jen, and the kids
We can always live in the basement, love, Pete
P.S. We love you aunt Mel.
Track Name: Baby's Research
Baby loves her research.
Tuesdays are news days.
A neighbor can be a tiger.
Still baby loves her research.
And I love you.
Track Name: A Good Argument
All I'm saying is, is that logic?
Does it make sense?
And do you have any evidence?
It's called a good argument.

I'm just asking if that word here
Is the best word here?
And, if it's not, what word would it be?
It's called a good argument.

And can you read this carefully?
Can you see through this clear window?

All I'm saying is, listen up!
You might learn a lot
From listening, reading, or whatnot.
It's called a good argument.

All I am saying is, is that logic
Where is it logic intolerant?
Have you found any fingerprints?
It's called a good argument.
Track Name: Little Boys / Little Girls
You're like a person carved of stone
And then you wake a parent
No longer alone at home or anywhere
There is much whimpering and tear drops
And you're not the only one
Who wakes in the darkness crying
And it's so traumatic

But there ain’t nothing better in the world
Than to have a little boy or a little girl
And to love them for all that they’re worth
And there ain't nothing worth more on the earth
Than little boys and little girls

She wants to arrange dolls always talking, talking
He wants to play golf often, often, often
And it's unexpected
It's so inconvenient
Track Name: Punk Heart
You are punk, you are sad, you are lonely
You are stoned, you are drunk, for goodness sake
You are dreaming asleep in the embers
You are numb in the ashes when you awake

And o, I know you ache for anarchy
O, will you just listen to me
I know it's hard, Punk Heart, to take heart
‘Cause punk hurts, but still
Perk up, punk, you've just got to

You are pierced with the arrow of the tragic
And like static on my TV
You are as spacious as the empty attic
Except for the echoes of your screams

And, kid, neither of us can go it alone
So, let's grow up together, son
Track Name: Stella Turning Seven
Stella turning seven
There's never been anything better
Then Stella turning seven

And your brother will be turning eleven
Those two ones a new number
Your brother turning eleven

And I’m 41 and mom will turn 42
And there's nothing we can do about it
And we can't change, we can't change
And even if we could
We’d keep it pretty much the same

So Stella is there anything better
Then you turnings seven
I don't think so, but I don't know, Stella

And when you hear this aged one half century
When your brothers 54
You won't be able to change the past
And even if you could, then,
You'd keep it pretty much the same
Track Name: Immediate Family
A man is part of a family– he sleeps in a cave, a tent, or a house.
He says, Man, I’m a family man, man, it's all I've got.

A wife becomes a peach tree and your child becomes the bloom.
Every word that they utter, bursts from their mouth too soon.

I've been a family man, seriously, even sense cro-magnum man,
Man, cro-magnum man is my immediate family.

My immediate family is cro-magnum man, man.
Track Name: When It's All Over
When it's all over
You can sleep
With your eyes open

And it's like you never had anything
Like you never had anything at all
It's like your whole life never had nothing
Like there was nothing in your whole life
And you want to be brave and open
You want to open up to the world
And it's time to open up to the world

And no where can we read the whole history
We can't read the whole history or the build up
We can't see the road
We can't drive forever, like a leopard
Vicious with courage
Stupid with drive

And in front of kids, it's stupefying
It runs through you like water

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