Joe Hand Daggers & Darts

Won’t See the Day
Writer: Joe Hand

My clothes are hanging
Your clothes are packed
You’re out the door
And not looking back

Words spoke in anger
Can never be erased
Short term and long term
Have a sour taste

Your eyes are red
My eyes are blue
won’t see the day
I get over you 

My car is cold
Your engine hot
your future brighter
mine is not

Words spoke in anger
Can never be erased
Short term and long term
Have a sour taste

Your eyes are red
My eyes are blue
won’t see the day
I get over you

I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you
You’re not to blame
Forgive yourself for all these years
And return to your old name.

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Heaven won’t be long
Written by Joe Hand

My music player loaded
The guns are in my ears
All my favorite artists there
Cleaned up crystal clear, but I miss vinyl
I miss a good ol’ folk song

my space has been invaded
by satellites and  sound
constantly in contact
is keeping me down, and I miss vinyl
I miss the plastic on my grandma’s sofa

I can still smell the sauce she’s stirrin’
Heaven won’t be long
I fill my lungs with what she’s stirrin’
Heaven won’t be long

I write on a laptop
my cel phone writes too
leashes keep me tethered
to everyone of you
but I miss vinyl
I miss a good John Denver song

I can still smell what grandma’s stirrin’
Heaven won’t be long
I fill my lungs with what she’s stirrin’
Heaven won’t be long

If the phone was ringing during dinner
We’d sooner die before we’d take the call

The taste of heaven…
Heaven won’t be long

I’m one with the sofa
Lamp oil beads down
Console TV flickers, but without a sound
I miss that vinyl…
I miss the plastic on my grandma’s sofa

Heaven is like a feast
All I can eat
And I’m in Heaven…

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Flood
Written by Joe Hand

I need a flood of biblical proportions
To wash my old life away
It would take a flood
An atypical distortion of the weather with us today
I’m beggin’ for some rain
Global warming can’t explain
I’m sweatin’ blood
I need a flood!

I know what you’re thinking
That only comes every thousand years
And yes I’ve been drinking
Can’t you see I’m drowning in my own tears

Is God big enough to hear me?
Is there a god kind enough to heal me?

I need a flood…

I need attention
But I’m way at the back of the line
I cry out for attention
Because I’m just about out of time

Is God good enough to hear me?
Is there a god kind enough to heal me?

Lord, I need a flood of biblical proportions
To wash my old life away
It would take a flood
An atypical distortion of the weather with us today
I’m dyin’ for some rain
Global warming can’t explain
I’m sweatin’ blood… I need a flood

Sorry for this my friend,
But I’m prayin’ for the world’s untimely end

I need a flood (dobro solo out) 

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Wrong Again
Written by Joe Hand
©2008 McHand Publishing, BMI

I guess I’m human                  after all
Cause if I stumble                  I’m sure to fall
The Lord must have it         out for me
Or I was born just to prove how not to be

I chose wrong again
I chose wrong again

In a 50/50                  I always lose
If you don’t believe me         walk a city block in my shoes
The gods must have it         out for me
Or I was born just to prove how wrong a man can be

I chose wrong again
I chose wrong again
I chose wrong again
Wrong again

I need a savior          to oversee
I’ll give ‘em power of attorney to save me from me
I can’t be trusted         with wrong or right
The choice I get is regret that haunts me every night

Wrong again
Wrong again
I chose wrong again
And again and again.

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Preacher
Writer:  Joe Hand
Publisher:  McHand Publishing, BMI

I see a new religion
Comin’ down the way
Hard line prophet preacher says
“We’re dyin’ more each day!”
Who is there to cleanse us?
Who can give rebirth?
Former sinners against heaven
Now sin against the earth

I’m smellin’ what you’re sellin’
It doesn’t pass my test
A new set of commandments
And taxes fix our mess
Throw money at the problem
The more the preacher’s worth
Former sinner against heaven
Now sins against the earth

And the preacher pats our heads and says,
“It just may be alright…
Just pay your fair indulgence
You’ll live to see the light.”
Well I’ve surely read this book before
Yes I’ve read this preacher’s book before

Who will be the savior
Of the new faith on the rise
The preacher or committee
Will open all our eyes
Fear may make believers
that things are getting worse
Former sinners against heaven
Now sin against the earth

Consider this your notice I’ll nail it to your door
I’ve surely read this book before, preacher

Yes I’ve read your tired book before.

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Good Woman
Writer:  Joe Hand
©2008 McHand Publishing BMI

It’s breakfast time again         Three more product from the hen
black gold to wash it all dow         scramble to get ready
drive my dodge like Richard Petty hope I beat the traffic into town

morons on the morning show
who pays their check I don’t know
I can’t believe they say that on the air
My job isn’t that much fun                  60 hours on the run
I’m living proof that life just isn’t fair.

But there’s a good woman waiting home to be good to me
There’s a good woman waiting home to be very good to me
I’m certainly no prize, but my baby wants me by her side
There’s a good woman waiting home to be very good to me

Tax time is here again                  My accountant Steve pretends
That everything is going to be just fine
Same thing happens every year         IRS inspired fear
Asking me to give what isn’t mine

I’ll just work and work some more
Keep the wolves just past the door
That feed the fed and wars overseas
You’d think I could get ahead, might be by the time I’m dead
And then they will be sorry, wait and see

CHORUS

One day I’ll make it up to her I promise to
But that day shouldn’t come too soon
Cause how I’d ever pay for it’s beyond me…
Lucky for me… there’s a good woman…

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Careless
Written by Joe Hand

The world was on my keychain
No need to knock on doors
Now I’m out here in the cold rain
Key’s not working anymore

I was careless       with my money
I was careless       with a word
Careless              with my lovin’
Now I hurt

Ships that were in harbor
Are now shipwrecks on the shore
Tide’s been out forever
Won’t be coming in for more

 I was careless       with my money
I was careless       with a word
Careless              with my lovin’
Now I hurt

Joy is fast, pain is slow
How I’ll get by, I just don’t know

I was careless…

But I know better now…

I was careless
Why was I so careless?

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Starlet
Writer:  Joe Hand
Publisher:  McHand Publishing, BMI

Look at that starlet, she’s coming unglued
you’d think all that money would be better used

Surrounded by hit men, yes men, and the lens
A million one shots of a beauty with the bends

Too scared to die, too afraid to live
Skinful of guilt few can forgive

How many times can this woman be news?
Her flesh on the cover, your issues can’t lose

A story with legs that features her child
Who’s watching baby while we watch mom go wild.

Too scared to die, too afraid to live
Skinful of guilt few can forgive

Look where you’re goin’, and put down the phone
You’d think she’d have sense from the dollars she owns

If I had her money, her power, her fame
I’d bet every dime I would not do the same

Too scared to die, too afraid to live
Skinful of guilt, I’ll never forgive

Where is my agent, my bodyguard too?
My latest promotion, my latest tattoo
No paparazzi ever follow me around
I’d rather watch starlets all fall to the ground
It’s much safer watching starlets fall to the ground

Skinful of guilt, I’ll never forgive
I’m too scared to die, too afraid to live.

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Tell Me
Written by Joe Hand
©2008 McHand Publishing, BMI

Another group, another slogan
Another ad on my TV
Another sign the system’s broken
Another suit is suiting me

Tell me what I want to hear this morning
Tell me lies before I sleep
Tell me how you understand, and feel my pain
You pray the Lord my soul you’ll keep

There’s no crying in the Senate
Blood more likely from a stone
But tears will flow the very minute
You have to abdicate your throne.         You’d better…

Tell me what I want to hear this morning
Tell me lies before I sleep
Tell me how you understand, and feel my pain
You pray the Lord my soul you’ll keep

Enjoy the power while you have it
Smile pretty for us all
Find a friend that you can count on
With pockets full to cushion your fall.

But until then…

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New You
Written by Joe Hand

Another silent dinner
Mouths and minds are full
Words not really needed
An uninspired lull

I miss the feelings that we were
They’re not with us now I’m sure

I want a new set of mistakes that I’ll never live down
I need a more excited greeting when I come around
I want a new pet name or names
that make me feel the way I used to
I want a new you, yeah.
I want a new you.

Another verbal crescendo
Dueling tongues and hearts
Words not really needed
Only daggers and darts

I miss the language that we were
We’re not poetry now I’m sure

Next exit on the freeway belongs to you and me
End of the line for us babe, let’s end our misery.

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Daggers & Darts
Written by Joe Hand
©2008 McHand Publishing, BMI

Track Listing
Lyrics and Clips

1. Won't See the Day
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2. Heaven Won't Be Long
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3. Flood
lyrics mp3

4. Wrong Again
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5. Preacher
lyrics mp3

6. Good Woman
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7. Careless
lyrics mp3

8. Starlet
lyrics mp3

9. Tell Me
lyrics mp3

10. New You
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