Blood, Sweat & Beers

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released September 8, 2016

Words / Music: Mark Hatfield
Songs 1, 3, 4, 6, 8: Recorded by Christian Heinz @ mute audio (labs) in Höchberg, Germany
Songs 2, 5, 7, 9: Recorded by Mark Hatfield @ Home (literally)

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Hatfield Würzburg, Germany

Mark Hatfield from Würzburg, Germany. Folk-punking stages around the world with his trusty live-sidekick Konstantin Vey. Well, maybe not around the world. Just Germany. Come to think of it... Bavaria. OK, northern Bavaria...

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Track Name: My Lyrics Ain't No Shakespeare
I ain’t got much talent
but a lot of heart
I hope that’s a start

my guitar playing sucks
I break a lot of strings
among other things

I keep my songs quite simple
not the toughest chords
just three or four

my lyrics ain’t no Shakespeare
guess they’ll have to do
to get through to you

I wanna hit the road and play a thousand shows
before I hit the floor
before I hit the floor

drive from town to town and when the car breaks down
I guess we'll busk around
we'll just busk around

I’d be happy to sing you a song
I’d be honoured if you'd sing along
sing along

I wanna roam the lands, I wanna meet the bands
I wanna shake some hands
I wanna shake some hands

I wanna write a line about a moment in time
that’ll stick in your mind
that’ll stick in your mind

I’d be happy to sing you a song
I’d be honoured if you'd sing along
sing along

I want the bars, I want the scars
the sweaty clubs, strings full of blood

I want the bus, I want the fuss
I want the pain, I want the gain
I want the crowd, I want it loud
I want the sound and another round

I wanna write a fine tattoo-able line
I wanna write a line with a clever rhyme
I wanna write a song about the rights and wrongs
I wanna write a song for you to sing along

I wanna write a song for you to sing along

come on and sing along
Track Name: Radio Heartbreak
this is Radio Heartbreak
who’s on the line?
come on tell us a story
tell us why you’ve been crying

did she rip your heart out?
did he lie in your face?
do you feel like dying?
are you stuck in disgrace?

‘cause this is
Radio Heartbreak
here to mend your heart ache

this is Radio Heartbreak
we’re live on the air
you need to get that load off
you need someone who cares

a strong conversation
between you and me
just a Dollar per minute
the price to set you free

‘cause this is
Radio Heartbreak
here to mend your heart ache

this is Radio Heartbreak
our time’s almost up
we bid you a good night
and we wish you good luck

take good care of your lover
always treat them kind
or you’ll find yourself crying
on the Heartbreak line

‘cause this is
Radio Heartbreak
here to mend your heart ache
Track Name: The Astronaut
I wish I was an astronaut
out among the stars
in a stationary orbit
or on the way to Mars

it wouldn’t be for science or to benefit mankind
just to get away from all the pain that woman left behind

I wish I was an astronaut
steering through the void
a couple hundred miles above
things that bring me joy

‘cause joyful things on planet earth remind me of a time
before I went and fucked things up, a time when she was mine

but I doubt them boys at NASA are looking for my kind
uncertified, unqualified, trying to kill some time
until I find that one true love, until I find you dear
I’ll wish I was an astronaut far away from here

I wish I was an astronaut
like Michael, Buzz and Neil
drifting through the weightlessness
few will ever feel

it wouldn’t be for honour, country, crown or kin
just to hide away from all the shame that woman left me in

but I doubt them boys at NASA are looking for my kind
just a heart-broke claustrophobe trying to kill some time
until I find that one true love, until that girl finds me
I’ll wish I was an astronaut defying gravity

but a wish is just a wish, a dream is just a dream
desires that stay unfulfilled are all they’ll ever be
I have to find that one true love, I have to find her now
‘cause wishing I was someone else just ain’t working out
Track Name: Conversations
hey there, Mr. Dylan, can I buy you a drink?
let’s talk about this world and its people on the brink
let’s talk about the rambler who ended up a star
who burned down folk song standards with electrified guitars

hey there, Mr. Springsteen, can I buy you a brew?
let’s talk about New Jersey and Americana, too
about blue collar honesty so eloquently wrapped
in poetry about the struggles of the working class

and when our conversation ends and you walk out that door
I hope I’ll be a little wiser than before
and if I quote you wrong in my next song
don’t be stumped
because I have to admit there’s a lot I forget when I’m drunk

hey there, Sir McCartney, can I buy you a beer
tell me what it’s like to be in everybody’s ear
let’s talk Hamburg and Blackbird and song-writing greats
let’s talk about the most successful four-man-band to date

hey there, Mr. Turner, the next round is on me
let’s talk history and pirate ships and the open endless sea
let’s talk about the forks that you encounter on the road
one way leading to your origins, the other leading home

and when our conversation ends and you walk out that door
I hope I’ll be a little wiser than before
and if I quote you wrong in my next song
don’t be stumped
because I have to admit there’s a lot I forget when I’m drunk
Track Name: Bars & Booze
sitting around with nothing to do
drinking beer and a shot or two
drowning my sorrow, killing my pain
nothing to lose and nothing to gain

things you did, the words I said
floating around inside my head
counter-attacking all the thoughts of you
by making friends with bars & booze

making friends with bars & booze
unable to walk or to tie my shoes
don’t need anybody to help me through
'cause one of these days
I’ll get over you

empty glasses fill my view
discussing life with my bar stool
radio’s playing all our songs
the ones we danced to before things went wrong

who’s to blame here, me or the booze?
maybe both of us, it’s hard to choose
but knowing the name of every barmaid
has helped me cure a lot of heart aches

making friends with bars & booze
unable to walk or to tie my shoes
don’t need anybody to help me through
'cause one of these days
I’ll get over you

the alcohol just kills me
at the same time it heals me
making me feel guilty

you might as well stop crying
you might as well stop trying
just leave me here I’m dying

making friends with bars & booze
unable to walk or to tie my shoes
don’t need anybody to help me through
'cause one of these days
I’ll get over you
Track Name: The Drinking Dead
in a bar somewhere in Nowhereville the drinking dead debate
on what went wrong with all mankind and the trouble it must face
Einstein shares his thoughts on the wars that lie ahead
if you wanna change the living, you have to listen to the dead

JFK and Lincoln at a table dealing stud
talk about the grassy knoll and spilling brother’s blood
it don’t matter if your politics are blue or if they’re red
if you wanna change the living, you have to listen to the dead

Dr. Martin Luther King and Ghandi both agree
equality of man just ain’t as far as it should be
color blindness is the only place for us to head
if you wanna change the living, you have to listen to the dead

Teresa of Calcutta with a wine glass in her hand
quotes the holy book on the tyranny of man
the road to absolution has some obstacles ahead
if you wanna change the living, you have to listen to the dead

strumming his guitar Woody Guthrie sings aloud
‘bout fascist pigs and Nazi snakes and the evil-doing crowd
don’t buy the lies they’re selling, don’t let them in your head
if you wanna change the living, you have to listen to the dead

Orwell raises up his glass, a toast is long past due
the future he predicted has eventually come true
the knowledge in those books is power ready to be read
if you wanna change the living, you have to listen to the dead

lest we forget the words spoken in another time
by men and women brave enough to say what’s on their mind
the right to share your thoughts is a freedom that some dread
if you wanna change the living, you have to listen to the dead
Track Name: Old Green Tractor
going to the football game on Sunday afternoon
meeting up with old time friends to watch the home team lose
Grandpa’s at the side lines, he’s cussin’ up a storm
the referee has had enough and sends the old man home

sitting in the village pub with all his old time buds
a coke for me and a beer for him and a dozen cigarette stubs
he’s had a few, it’s getting late, it’s time to drive me home
he says “the cops got nothing on me, one more round before we go”

hitchin’ a ride on that old green tractor, hitchin’ a ride home

school is out, we’re all grown up, but times are getting tough
he’s gotten sick and he’s gotten weak, the last few years were rough
a coke for him and a beer for me, it hurts to see his pain
he hates the smell of that hospital, but it’s time to go again

in the end he found his peace, though the funeral was sad
the number of attending folks showed how many friends he had
I’d like to think he fired up that tractor one last time
and drove it home on a forest path out between the pines

hitchin’ a ride on that old green tractor, hitchin’ a ride home
Track Name: Song For Kurt
if you were still around
would it freak you out
to see your face on every other t-shirt in this town

would you even care
that many of these brats
don’t know a thing about the man whose shirts they wear

would it make you proud
to know the songs you’ve written
have turned in to guarantees to please a crowd

would it make your day
to know how many people
you have managed to inspire
along the way

and would you be surprised
to hear the stories and the rumors
that revolve around the day of your demise

would yor realise
that a gunshot wound
inflicted to the head can alter more than just one life

would it make you proud
to know the songs you’ve written
have turned in to guarantees to please a crowd

would it make your day
to know how many people
you have managed to inspire
along the way

15 books on Amazon, I really doubt that turns you on
a dozen films called it a wrap, tell me what you think of that
another clothing line for sale, does that make you wanna bail
a legacy that’s grown sky high, they’ll milk this sucker till it’s dry

would it make you proud
to know the songs you’ve written
have turned in to guarantees to please a crowd

would it make your day
to know how many people
you have managed to inspire on the way

does it make you proud
to know the songs you’ve written
have turned in to guarantees to please a crowd

would it make your day
to know how many people
you continue to inspire

along the way
Track Name: Empty Bottles
four empty bottles of beer
on a Wednesday night
I'm waging war with my fear
I think I'm losing the fight

the memory creeps up from behind
like a horror film villain
I'm trying to get you out of my mind
but the villain won't let me kill him

please don't tell me I'll get over it
don't tell me everything's OK
don't tell me time heals all wounds
'cause these wounds, they're here to stay

four empty bottles of beer
and it ain't even nine
my head is aching and I feel ashamed
but I think I'll open up the wine