RUTT - "Recovery"

https://soundcloud.com/timothy-barnes-6/sets/rutt-recovery

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Lyric::"Discipline"

Am I

Am I still tough enough?
Feels like i’m wearing down, down, down, down, down
Is my visciousness
Losing ground, ground, ground, ground ground?
Am I taking too much
Did I cross a line, line, line?
I need my role in this
Very clearly defined

I need your discipline
I need your help
I need your discipline
You know once I start I cannot help myself

And now it's starting up
Feels like i'm losing touch
Nothing matters to me
Nothing matters as much

I see you left a mark
Up and down my skin
I don't know where I end
And where you begin

I need your discipline
I need your help
I need your discipline
You know once I start I cannot help myself

I. Can. Not. Stop. Myself.
Once I start I cannot stop myself
And you.
Once I start I cannot stop myself
And you know.
Once I start I cannot stop myself
And you.
Once I start I cannot stop myself
And you know.
Once I start I cannot stop myself

I need your discipline
(And you)
I need your help
(Once I start I cannot stop myself)
I need your discipline
(And you know)
Because once I start I cannot stop myself
I need your discipline
(And you)
I need your help
(Once I start I cannot stop myself)
I need your discipline
(And you know)
Because once I start I cannot stop myself 

By Trent Reznor

Lyric:: "Face Of Light"

If I can get through the day
Have a date with the moon
That's how I spend all my worthless time on the sand
Thinking that my ship will be coming in soon

Look at these hands
They been in gloves for years
That's how I spend all my worthless rounds in the ring
Hoping that the other guy'll disappear

But you and your face of light
It's a brilliant Roman candle that separates the day from the night
It's that clean, clear truth, sorts out the wrong from the right
You and your face

If I can get through tonight
I'm waking up with my wings
There's no way I can sleep my way through a fight
And think I'm gonna like what tomorrow brings

Look at my eyes
Don't even know who I am
That's how I spend all my worthless time on the floor
Waiting for you to tell me I'm a man

But you and your face of light
It's a brilliant Roman candle, separates the day from the night
It's that clean, clear truth that sorts out the wrong from the right
You and your face
Face

Face of light
Face, face
You and your face, face of light
Face of light
Face of light 

Written by:

Jay Buchanan / Scott Holiday - Rival Sons

Annnnd We're Back....

So after a long hiatus while I sought out new employment, and temporarily disabled this blog, I am now back online!  Aren't you delighted?  I'm sure you are...

Big news on why I'm back online soon...for now, the walls have ears, I have learned....

Meanwhile, go check out the results of what I have been doing recently...working on a new RUTT EP consisting of all cover tunes, reimagined... "RECOVERY" - more songs & YouTube Videos soon to come, as well as Spotify & ITunes.

Here are the first two tunes through Soundcloud:

 

https://soundcloud.com/timothy-barnes-6/sets/rutt-recovery

I Reserve The Right...

I Reserve The Right...to be unpredictable
I Reserve The Right...to want to enjoy every day I have left
I Reserve The Right...to make mistakes
I Reserve The Right...to be confused about love
I Reserve The Right...to wish I hadn't hurt anyone
I Reserve The Right...to wish I hadn't hurt myself
I Reserve The Right...to be confused about how I want to end up
I Reserve The Right...to love the endless music following me around
I Reserve The Right...to love feeling clear-minded and strong
I Reserve The Right...to work hard, thus showing gratitude that I do
I Reserve The Right...to miss my sister and parents
I Reserve The Right...to wish things were like they used to be with my son
I Reserve The Right...to finally forgive my ex...we were both just making it up as we went along
I Reserve The Right...to express how I feel to anyone that feels like reading...

LYRIC:: Right Where It Belongs

See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all
Right where it belongs

What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods
All the living and the dead
And you're really all alone?
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You keep looking but you can't find the woods
While you're hiding in the trees

What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?

Writer: Trent Reznor
Copyright: Leaving Hope Music Inc. 

My Boy...

My Son is on my mind today...moreso than usual. A child is an amazing gift, as anyone who has one will attest to. I never dreamed I'd have a child that was so strong, so handsome, and so unique...what part I played in any of that I will never know, and I really ultimately don't care, it shouldn't matter.  What he is, is a sum total of his parts and experiences, like any of us. I am just delighted every day that he gave me the opportunity to know a love that is unparalleled...a pride that is sometimes overwhelming...fears that are bone crushing...sadness that is gut wrenching.  He also gave me the opportunity to know me...better.  I think back to where I was at when he was born...I was in so many ways still a child myself....we have really, truly, grown up together...through bad times & good times...and he will always be my boy...

"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall"

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