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Barna Howard

Daytrotter Studio (Rock Island, IL)

Apr 9, 2013

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  1. 1 Welcome to Daytrotter 00:03
  2. 2 Timber Nails and Tears 03:16
  3. 3 Lend Me A Moment 02:53
  4. 4 Turns Around The Bottle 02:49
  5. 5 She's Got Love Thrown Everywhere 02:49
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The lyrics to Portland, Oregon songwriter Barna Howard's song, "Timber Nails and Tears," are all you need to smell the stale smoke in the air, to see the tracks on the ground and to feel the chill that no insulation could ever keep from a man.

He sings:

"How could I forget your mother's face,
And the time it took to settle down,
As she stood there in disbelief,
While off to war, I was bound.
I'll send you kisses across the water,
For I'd go mad if love weren't true.
It's hard to find someone to talk to,
Because over here, that's what the weapons do.
I won't send you timber, nails and tears,
Because, honey,
That kind of thing ain't for you.
I hope you're still running around the yard,
Picking red roses in the sun.
I know for you it's so damn hard,
To catch the breath you'd never thought would run.
But springtime, I know, is on the move.
Oh, how I miss that old cherry tree.
Tell me all the white blossoms have bloomed,
Because over here, that's one thing you never see.
I won't send you timber, nails and tears,
Because, honey,
That kind of thing ain't what you need."

Barna Howard Official Site
Mama Bird Recording Co.

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More Barna Howard

The lyrics to Portland, Oregon songwriter Barna Howard's song, "Timber Nails and Tears," are all you need to smell the stale smoke in the air, to see the tracks on the ground and to feel the chill that no insulation could ever keep from a man.

He sings:

"How could I forget your mother's face,
And the time it took to settle down,
As she stood there in disbelief,
While off to war, I was bound.
I'll send you kisses across the water,
For I'd go mad if love weren't true.
It's hard to find someone to talk to,
Because over here, that's what the weapons do.
I won't send you timber, nails and tears,
Because, honey,
That kind of thing ain't for you.
I hope you're still running around the yard,
Picking red roses in the sun.
I know for you it's so damn hard,
To catch the breath you'd never thought would run.
But springtime, I know, is on the move.
Oh, how I miss that old cherry tree.
Tell me all the white blossoms have bloomed,
Because over here, that's one thing you never see.
I won't send you timber, nails and tears,
Because, honey,
That kind of thing ain't what you need."

Barna Howard Official Site
Mama Bird Recording Co.