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Hold You Like A Harness

by Hip Hatchet

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Your teeth were rattling harder Than a robber's tommy gun The lighter you couldn't leave alone As you told of a boy that you'd known Ask if i get strange When you mention certain words I guess I'll just pretend I'm much harder of a man than i actually am So I bought myself a wallet To hold the money i don’t have Called you on a Sunday To try and make some plans Hold you like a harness And ask if you were free To find out if you had been seeing Anyone but me You always wear a scarf Wrapped around your neck like diamonds and gold The softest wall I tore away Was the one that kept you safe from the cold There's a way that this thing ends as clear to me As the words from my oldest friends Man, i can't commit for shit but damn can I act and pretend
The countertop is cold Like the tree from which it rose Elbows lean against the wood As kisses and tabs close Darling oh, I guarantee That my love is valid But the weight that you’ve been carrying Is nothing short of tragic I can fill up all my days With the laziest distractions The prettiest girls without no names The vices no different than the shame And oh i grow cold As i spread apart my toes And try to grip the ground As my shoulders implode Wake up with my glasses on And hell to pay again The walls and windows call me out And say the floors a friend My stomach says to eat But my heart’s too weak to cook This coward’s luck I lean on Has got me feeling like a crook I'll sit upon my hands As i look for love Assume that one day all of this Will undoubtedly dissolve And oh i grow cold As i spread apart my toes And try to grip the ground As my shoulders implode
You always seem to strike me As a Helen of Troy Sending sons off to war Making men of boys And grace ain’t hard to fall from When you're sitting up so high It's the way in which you tumble The speed that you collide Like a hammer with an anvil Like a lake beneath the rain With the lowest low you've ever known In the age that you've obtained Babe I'm bound for angels Where the ten meets the five I followed odd numbers up north And the evens side to side Being headed home Is a special kind of hell Where the fire that you burn in Is one you built yourself You know I keep a temper Like the song of a small bird Begging for sweet summer To remember her If home is where the heart is I guess it's just as well I must have left my home in Denver With a glowing girl Talk to me of Texas and the time you spent there About that gypsy girl in a border town And the visions she saw clear With your skin as soft as sawdust And a smile’s crooked charm Baby, drinking helped to pass the time But this is moving on On a westbound road towards Tuscon With the desert passing by The sky hung like a hammock Rocked me like a lullaby
Travel Map 03:45
My lungs were hanging heavy And my neck was swollen shut I was keeping it together Like a real man must Shaking hands from drinking Tired eyes from sleep Deprived over the course Of the past several weeks I was talking to a girl With a view on the world As ragged as my jacket And as narrow as the words I fed to her and hoped she'd see The man I'd hid beneath Tender as a traveler That offered up to her To use my back As a travel map You could dig your fingers in the places You would like to go You could undress your hair And be naked Only for me And nobody else Let your tongue Have wanderlust Let it seal my skin Like an envelope must Be sent away Towards better days When you will laugh At all my desperate praise The coffee in this place Must be fucking laced I feel like I might puke And I can't concentrate On the who the what when where and how And lips that rested on My shoulder only days before When i thought that we were strong I know I was pushing harder Than any laborer on earth Lifting with my back And just begging to get hurt Submerge it all in water And let the ink bleed out Our locations slowly fading As desire turns to doubt
I met a girl down in new orleans She took me in, gave me a place sleep I didn’t know or care how she looked or felt But i remember my hair and the way that it smelt. The man i know, who lives there now He's picked me up, and we've fallen down He taught me how to drink, and furrow my brow We would laugh at ourselves, and man would it be loud Another friend, who shares his name He has two wolves, that he keeps in a cage And he lets the right one out, depending on how Much hell he wants to raise, in this tiny little town They call me out, when I hold my breath On the things I said, against the things I meant They tell me that I, was rarely ever right but I've been drunk for days, not to mention nights But above all, I love them dear They understand, my foolish fears We shave off a few years, over cigarettes and beers We believe some little lies, about the women we've held near
Ladies Night 03:06
Ladies Night Meet me down by ladies night That beacon in the sky Where pretty girls get twirled around Until they recognize That loves about being turned and dipped And moving your feet in time I’d love to be your rhythm king And move your body with mine But what about that boy your with With whiskers on his chin Man that kid can't dance for shit So what do you see in him Is it that he doesn't collapse In the way that i do Or is it his distracted charm That pierces your mouth like a hook Slowly but surely i'm losing sight Of what it is that i do A fading horizon peeling away Like a grade school child with glue Of all of the people i've loved and missed I hope i never have to miss you For more than just a couple of days A week at the most maybe two Eight months since i have known what i need The beauty and calm she exudes when she sleeps The sweet expectation that morning can bring After a night when your hips twist and swing
Tacoma Bound 03:56
Generous and young Won't you pull me like a con And slam me like a hammer While i'm sinking like an anchor And watch me shake my shame Like a flag in a parade And wear it on my sleeve Frail like my busted knee Busy as a honey bee's Hard labor in a summer breeze With you lying next to me Our tandem breath a swollen symphony This is a goal towards which you work Not a trinket that you find I added to an apology About my peace of mind The highways only lonesome If you've got no where to go I’m headed north Tacoma bound To see an angel that i know Change me like a chord The minor two to the major four A break in the clouds A luxury that i can finally afford Hey baby I ain't innocent I might of said some things I never meant A mother would be mortified If she'd known about the things I lied But here in your attic nest Where garden gnomes guard the steep ascent Close the door like a clasp Let it happen baby let it last
You were staring at my hands Like they were a corpse Useless and with history Beauty and remorse You were wearing a shirt That would let you breathe The shadows of your breasts Made it hard for me To watch your words of wisdom Stumble out your mouth How you could change the world if you could just make rent And grind along your route The eighteen hour days That grinded you away Made your frail body Glow in the summer shade An exhausted pretty woman Drinking in the sun Reminded me of how long it'd been Since I'd really known someone And I watched your words of wisdom Stumbled out your mouth A steady stream of memories You could never do without Your hair placed carefully By the unforgiving wind The way you crossed your legs And the breath that I held in As I watched your words of wisdom Stumble out your mouth Shake the air and hit me hard As I let myself breathe out
A straight and narrow path On the frontside of life A clean cut and shave And the blurred hindsight Of some friends passing through And the bad wolf that bites The hand that it's fed by By bad things done right The cars look like crying In this Oregon rain The tires slide slowly As I stumble and wave To be taken away From the place I explore The darkest of corners And the grain of the floor Oh sweet Maliya You've done it again You took all my money And shame I could spend The curtains were draped As I drank in a den You told me to touch you In a way to pretend That cold hearts connect Through the simplest touch My vulgar love craving Your illusions and trust The cars look like crying In this Oregon rain The tires slide slowly As i stumble and wave To take me to a home Full of judgment and men That depend on their cars To cry for them.
This ain't how it used to be This shell of me Depleted by the Guarantee That if you work real hard And love real good An honest man you'll make Of thee Well i went to work in town And loved the best i could And mother fortune Smiled on me But nothing that I did Could fill the void I hid And fed with Depravity I’ve got a story of silver, words of bronze Memories and bygones Weighing out the pros and cons Looking for a lady to lean on Father redemption come to me Plant the flowers’ loving seeds Keep me sober keep me free From the devil’s company So i planted me a garden With flowers and food To feed and Comfort me But the weeds took over fast And the plants could not surpass The shade beneath My apple tree Well the Sandy River’s cold By many I was told And to it’s rocky banks I did flee And I as held myself down I remembered that the ground Cannot grow a man’s Validity
Man of God 02:46
man of god The way i brushed my hair For a funeral The pants I bought for the Occasion on sale A simple right of passage Nothing i couldn't manage Place my voice off to the side Like the hair out of my swelling eyes As a man of god's Voice bounced off the walls I made a man of me Trying to hide it all Keep your hands clasped night And hold your jaw bone strong Quietly pretend That your callow ways have gone A testamant a triumph A simple act of a grace The departed's careful crystals Rollin down my face Take care of your mother And your sister too Said the stoic grey men That i had spoken too Be calm like the snow Let the storm inside you grow And leave the kitchen light on When you're finally prepared to go


released April 14, 2015

Produced by Tim Shrout and Philippe Bronchtein
Engineered and Mixed by Tim Shrout
Mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion Mastering

Recorded in Portland, Oregon at Secret Society and Jalopy.
Pedal Steel, Piano and Organ recorded by Raymond Richards In Los Angeles, California
Electric Guitar recorded by Scott Davis in Austin, Texas

Performed by:

Philippe Bronchtein - Acoustic Guitar & Vocals
Sam Mckinstry - Bass
Ryan Spellman Drums
Scott Davis - Electric Guitar
Greg Vincent - Pedal Steel
Zak Borden - Mandolin
Ty Bailie - Piano, Organ
Nathan Crockett - Violin
Jennifer Woodall - Clarinet, Bass Clarinet
Anna Hoone - Vocals
Daniel Sheron - Vocals

Artwork by Markel Uriu
Layout by Michael Pendergast

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Hip Hatchet Nashville, Tennessee

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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