Pictures of an Exhibitionist

All songs written by: Seán Barna

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"Sibling Tattoos" single release date: April 21st

"Wood for the Fire" single release date: May 9th

Full release: June 9th

Track List:

1. Assassins
2. Sibling Tattoos
3. In My Pocket
4. Be My Friend
5. A Love Aside
6. Codeine Cody
7. New Orleans
8. Wood for the Fire
9. Funny Stories

 

An Introduction to Pictures of an Exhibitionist

I was new to Los Angeles. My friend invited me to a wine party at her house to meet some of her friends, a room in Hollywood filled with many interesting characters. One of them followed me into the kitchen, where I was searching for a real drink to replace my wine. They had the same idea. "I don't believe in wine," they said. 

This person asked me about the tattoo on my left forearm. I said, "That's my brother's name. He's dead." I asked about the tattoo on their right arm. They said, "That's my sister's hair. She's dead." Thus began a conversation about beauty that lasted four months.

That's a true story. 

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Produced by Seán Barna and Peter Larkin.Engineered by Peter Larkin at The Lighthouse Recording Studio in Alexandria, VA.
Mixed by Brian Deck (Chicago).
Mastered by Sarah Register (Brooklyn).

Drums/Vocals: Seán Barna
Guitars: Rick Irby, Peter Larkin, & Seán Barna
Bass: Peter Larkin & Tommy Sherrod
Keyboards: Matthew Henderson & Nick DePrey
Background Vocals: Linsay Deming, Leah Gage, & Kristie Di Lascio

Viola on "Codeine Cody": Diana Wade; Organ on "Assassins": Mike Okusami; Lap Steel Guitar on "Wood for the Fire": Dave Maniscalco; Add'l Guitars on "New Orleans": Andrew Grossman; Add'l vocal production on "Sibling Tattoos" and "Codeine Cody": Mike Okusami

BIO

 

"Barna managed to put on one of the most sublime and beautiful opening sets in Outlaw Roadshow history. You never know where brilliance will find you which is why you always need to leave your heart open." -Ryan Spaulding, Ryan's Smashing Life

Seán Barna is a musician living in Brooklyn, NY. His debut LP, Pictures of an Exhibitionist, was recorded in Washington, D.C., and will be released June 9th, 2017.

Seán has toured nationally and internationally, as a songwriter and as the drummer/percussionist for Deaf West Theatre's Los Angeles production of Spring Awakening, The Chris Walker Band, and The Producers: a Mel Brooks Musical. He has become a regular performer with The Outlaw Roadshow, a music showcase curated by Adam Duritz of Counting Crows and Ryan Spaulding of music blog Ryan's Smashing Life, and was featured in the Smithsonian American Art Museum's performance series at the Luce Center.

Seán's music has been featured by Ryan's Smashing Life, as well as the world-famous 9:30 Club, D.C.'s Church NightChunky Glasses, DCist, Brightest Young Things, and Washington City Paper. In 2017, Sean was chosen as a "Staff Pick" by Marcus K. Dowling for Washington City Paper's "Best of D.C. 2017"

On January 20th, 2017, he and D.C.-band, Paperhaus, re-recorded his single, "Straight Motherfuckers and Their Famous Friends," which was released February 15th on Blight.Records.

 

LYRICS

Assassins

I’ll call you in the morning // After we shake this fever // And we can talk a little clearer // About each and every reason

I have been drinking to stay sober // And you’ve been drinking to forget // You keep telling me to come home // With jokes and heavy breathing

And you don’t really like my glasses // Except when they’re on you // And you say you hate my boots // You will learn to hate me too

I guess I should have stopped you // When you mentioned your assassin

And if I tell you that I noticed // Would let me fold your clothes? // Would you let me hurt my feelings // If I tell you what I know?

Your face is buried on my shoulder // Because you don’t like when you’re alone // You don’t like when I’m this nervous // Or when my lonesome body shows it

I guess I should have stopped you // When you mentioned your assassin // I probably should have left you // When I saw that you were laughing

You sometimes shake when you are sleeping // So I pull your body closer // We all shake when we are bleeding // I’m someone who knows

I guess I should have stopped you // When you mentioned your assassin // I probably should have left you // When I saw that you were laughing

About the things I sometimes say // Well, I know you like that about me // But you said that you still pray // And that you would probably try to fight me

 

Sibling Tattoos

I came out to this city // With nothing but a cough // I joined you for a glass of wine // I got you off

We went searching for that perfect place // But we fucked in some hotel // And we walked to the bars // And the parts of this town // Where I wish I didn’t look the same

If we need to talk of our tattoos // I will need another drink.

We can drive out to the coast // With no unnecessary stops // In the back you’ll find a toast // Not well hidden from the cops

A special drink or two or three // Will get you ready for your show // All the rest you send to me // Since Sia said she didn’t drink no more

If we need to talk of our tattoos // I will need another drink // Or the cigarette that burned my coat // I will need another drink

I promise not to tell a soul // About what’s in our cups // After all we’re driving through // Downtown Los Angeles

I don’t care about your shoes // It’s your jacket that I like // And the way that you sing // When you’re thinking of him // Burning your throat // as we learn to fight

If we need to talk of our tattoos // I will need another drink // Or the cigarette that burned my coat // I will need another drink.

I know you’ll miss our conversations // About booze and music // Sex and funerals // And these cheaters that have used us

If we need to talk of our tattoos // I will need another drink // Or the cigarette that burned my coat // I will need another drink // I told you that I loved you so // Do you need another drink? // In L.A. it never gets cold // Do you need another drink?

 

In My Pocket

It takes some patience // And shakes and wastes us // And breaks the made up solitude

So start your engines // And mark your vengeance // And park your car outside his house

‘Cause he might have his reasons // Or like that you’re leaving // Time is a many-splendored thing

It’s in my pocket // A separate promise just for you // Let’s blow some poppers // And work through your solitude.

You said you weren’t quite the same // I said I really shouldn’t stay // Yet here we sit // Both so used // I’ve got some time to spend with you

You wrote of his violence // And broke the silence // But those are very funny things

These streets lead to places // With hurt bloodshot faces // Not known to care about your name

And this bar is not for drinking // It's for hard, hurtful thinking // When they start to play your favorite song

It’s in my pocket // A separate promise just for you // Let’s blow some poppers // And do what we came to do

You said you weren’t quite the same // I said I really shouldn’t stay // Yet here we sit // Both so bruised // I’ve got some time to spend with you.

Go pack up that suitcase // Watch him light a cigarette // He’s got a face // A way // To make the morning better // But he’s the subject // Not the standard bearer // Johanna hears some song // From some hotel in New York City

You said you weren’t quite the same // I said I really shouldn’t stay // Yet here we sit // And it’s okay // We are not alone today // We are not alone today // We are not alone today

 

Be My Friend

Sometimes love is not enough // When you find yourself burnt out // On what you should have done

Your face will catch a certain light // The doorman let's us wander through // To a place where we're alright

But there I am // Proving now just what I'm worth // Oh, won't you be my friend?

Drinking champagne by her grave // With your makeup on a story forms // In pictures of your fame

But i am gone inside the frame // Disappearing // As I do // Beside the diamonds of your face

Here I am // Too skinny now to say I'm fine // Oh, but won't you be my friend?

I'm not here to say I love you // No // That's not what we do // Leave a little // Just for me // In the words you choose

I'm brought back // to a song about a certain girl // Now won't you be my friend?

I felt you meant the words you said // Cut like glass // By the ocean // Where you liked my photograph

We can say we are still friends // Tell our jokes now and then and go // To the same Americana shows // I think Ms. Williams knows

Now here I am // Pissing barefoot in the snow // I came up here // To smell the winter and the coal // To this mountain town // A song about a desperate street // You and me, let’s close our eyes and let this go

But oh, won't you be my friend? // Oh, won't you be my friend? // Oh, won't you be my friend?
 

A Love Aside

Quiet // Straightened things // Silent // piano keys

Wanted so much clarity // You too can be pretty

Time is short // Take it back

Take your number from // The clinic officer

Only so much glamour there // Keep it pretty while you can

Time is short // Take it back

Time is short

Paint your faces loves // You know queens // They need their makeup

And these quiet afternoons // You know bourbon works // In showers too

So I washed your back again // But who are you to say // What’s beautiful anyway?

Raw and beat to shit // With our porn star waiter man

And your high-heel copycat // Champagne and a tawdry place // With drugs and death // And a diamond face

With drugs and death // And a diamond face

Paint your faces loves // You know queens // They need their makeup

And these quiet afternoons // You know bourbon works // In showers too

So I washed your back again // But who are you to say // What’s beautiful anyway?

With the windows down // There’s a drink in the back of the car // If you hand it to me now // We can get there as the sun comes up on the coast // And shows us how close // To the edge that we are

Put your love aside // In the ink of a new tattoo // Scratch out desperate notes // Burn what you wrote // Find a way to give it up before the end // Before the part where everything changes again // Here we are at the end // To the moments that never come again // Or seem real // Left alone again to heal

Who are you to say? // Someone made the most of it // I am sure of this

 

Codeine Cody

Heard a sound began to shake

This is just a valley town // The Old West rich and realized // Writers come to write it down // In clothes with holes // In a town known for it’s suicides

Somewhere south of Hollywood // There was no clean coat of paint // It ended like we knew it could // In a room // In the neon light of a drag queen Jesus saint

Then he got down on his knees and began to pray // Something in his iris changed // He didn’t look the same

Then he said he’d had enough // That California was over // That he’d fallen in love // With his jacket fitting right // A tear fell in the car // Into the wine // Into the tub // Into the sun

So you said you had enough // So you said you had enough

Thought you’d drink alone to get some rest // But you can’t escape a very good time // On those nights when you’re home undressed // You said you'd listen // Why won't they say what's on their mind?

Like this mystery inside your breath // Mixes well with codeine and with this wine // You left this place because you can // In the car of some handsome man // But you refused to drive

Then something brought him to the top of the stairs // It was June in a town where no one cares

Then he said he’d had enough // That California was over // That he’d fallen in love // With his jacket fitting right // A tear fell in the car // Into the wine // Into the tub // Into the sun

So you said you had enough // So you said you had enough

He said, “I know you think I’m crazy” // But if you like me then maybe // We can work it out? // He clapped because he could // He clapped because you should // Then we drank to everything // We drank to love // Out of some bitches high hee

He could have been a better friend // Like the many better men // He could have been a better stranger // He could have learned to love // Now and then

Whispered a story // Made his hands shake so slow // He asked me about my brother // That's a boy I used to know // This night's brought to you by the year 1985 // And every other day since the day California died

 

New Orleans

The sun was warm in winter // The seasons all undone // She said he didn't hit her // But she said it with a gun // So we took a trip to New Orleans

I worked my way from West Berlin // To the middle of everything // I thought about love // I thought about sin // I thought of the things I don't believe in

I walked a mile more than a few // Times through the city where I spotted you // With a wasted sense of where I was // I watched as you wandered off from me

I thought on New Orleans // While I stood on 17th Street // I fell down on my knees and said // "Won't somebody save me please?"

Whiskey dick and a hillside home // I'll sleep with you but I'll drink alone // It burns my throat and dries my eyes // And while it does it clears my mind of

What we did in New Orleans // Caring not of anything // Having fun down on our knees // While the world is begging us please

They clapped and cheered  when we touched down // But we’re all still stranded in this fucking town // Filled with rage in the United States // Coughing blood all over the pretty place

We were there in New Orleans // We ignore just what it means // She said she sleeps but she don't dream // Limping left on broken heels // But we were there in New Orleans // We ignore what it means // Broken teeth in lucid dreams // While the world still begs us please

 

Wood for the Fire

You said you were moving to Houston // Just to buy a little time // ‘Cause there was a man who promised more than he had // He promised you it would be alright

Side by side, whiskey kiss // As you drove up from LA // Through the desert that welcomes you back to the hills // Probably you had more to say

You never forgot to always be kind // Kept up a smile in the silence // But you went and finished the rest of the wine // In the distance I cut some more wood for the fire

Awkward, but loving and strong // Did you think you held me back? // From the things that I needed to think of myself // Sitting by the fire with brandy // Or something like that

Then came the snow on the hill // In the end, it kept us warm // Smelling of smoke, I moved closer to you // Because the fire gave up too soon // But not you

Never forgot to always be kind // Kept up a smile in the silence // But you went and finished the rest of the wine // In the distance I cut some more wood for the fire

We were almost to Denver // Blinded by the ice and by the time // The highway’d been closed for hours and hours // But we found some place // To sit for to drink // And you loved me, I think // At least in the phone calls we made in our sleep

For a friend who said she'd always be sick // For a friend, we both waited to cry // She said, “This is what beauty is, this is what’s right” // We danced by the night, naked most of the time

You never forgot to always be kind // Kept up a smile in the silence // The picture you took is burned in my mind // The mountains like piles of ash by the fire

 

Funny Stories

He took his clothes off and went to the mirror // Not for the first time he knew he couldn't stay here // And it hurt when he slammed the screen door // But anyway, he still sees you

So he searched for the lightning rod, rocking on the floor // Said he needed silence and didn't speak no more // He melted the wax that held it together // To make a candle it hurt to use

You’re young boy, you’re still young // You’re young boy, you’re still young

We went up the stairs to get what makes him feel better // Used it not to care about what he read in the letter // Well I think it's still weighing on his mind // You can tell by the way he moves

Went up to the window but we didn't dare look outside // And he no longer knows how it feels to feel right // He got to dancing but it seemed heavy // And he can’t stop looking at his shoes

You’re young boy, you’re still young // You’re young boy, you’re still young

Last night almost killed him and his hands aren't steady // The people that he wants will never be ready // So he found the courage to finally ask // But, of course, he just let's you choose

He'll tell you stories till the morning but don't you laugh // He's talking like he knows he lives life too fast // He's whispers in your ear, "Please." // And then let's you choose

You’re young boy, you’re still young // You’re young boy, you’re still young

His head's been hurting lately and he can't find his keys //  Waiting for new news about the same disease // Don't let him get away from you // He's got nothing to lose

You’re young boy, you’re still young // You’re young boy, you’re still young