Hellhound in the House

by Hip Hatchet

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released January 20, 2017

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Hip Hatchet Portland, Oregon

With a voice that can meander from a whispering purr to a hardened howl, Hip Hatchet lusters the poetics of travel. Threading bold and unique guitar picking patterns with the strings of experience Hip Hatchet, the songwriting moniker of Philippe Bronchtein, is the beautiful resolution of a life lived in motion. ... more

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Track Name: Hellhound in the House
I never knew how tight my fists could ball up
I never knew how hard i could cry
when the fear sets in the danger is real
I’ll never sign your damned dotted line

I wanna see if you even have a spine
Does your blood run red, does your heart beat like mine
with weak mind and open ears what scares me the most
is the whispers from the trees that have hanged men before

Can you hear the wind, Can you hear the howl
A Hellhound caught the scent and ended up in the house
The thickest of skin and the deepest of hearts
do little more than nothing when they settle like dust

I heard tell a tale of a long black snake
That crawled along the top of the northern states
Death and destruction, firearms and dogs
while the hellhound lines his pockets and watches it all

So when the fires rise up and hell is on the loose
trust in your eyes to do exactly what they do
stare it in the face and open up your heart
and send that hellhound running back to where he came from
Track Name: Burden of an Empath
It’s the burden of an empath
to look upon this land
When the shadow grows long as the sun it sets
at the will of the idlest hands

The war that’s waged in recent days
between the money and the morals
Love against profit, thought that’s not all of it
There’s always a winner in a quarrel

Hope is hard to find
when you read between the lines
I wish that I had more to give
but i’ve barely even own whats mine.

I have my heart for love
and my hands for labor
A compass to help guide us home

If i heard a call to arms
I’d answer with posture held
Take a deep breath say to wish me the best
And join up against the world

A world that’s bigger than any of us
even when we come together
We’ve invested in love, poems and songs
which don’t work as well as their weapons

They forgot one thing
that when all of the money’s been spent
When the ice is all melted and the cities submerged
what will even be left

It’s the songs that we song
the poems we read
It’s the fight we put up
and the love we tried to spread
Track Name: The Great Divide
All we see is maps
of this great divide
the talking heads ranting
about crudely drawn lines

Well i’ve driven across those lines
had a beer with the other side
And while evil sure exits
most folks are mostly tired

Tired of being broke
both in spirit and wealth
weary of others’ promises
and fending for themselves

we might have a mad man at the helm
or a profiteer at worst
And neither side is gonna get less tired
as the great divide grows wider & wider

Driving through Ohio
in the summer of ’16
Lawn sign after lawn sign
leaving me in disbelief

but folks came to the shows
and looked like me and you
tired and depleted
and sick of these same old blues

I don’t need some con man or his god damn bottom line
I’ve been breaking my back to make my way and he’s gonna steal it all this time
I’ll break my skin where it starts to stretch between my knuckles and my knees
For all on both sides of the great divide who will suffer more than me.