Hank Schlinger

Hank Schlinger

 Burbank, California, USA
BandRockClassic Rock

Songwriter/guitarist Hank Schlinger writes songs that both draw upon and reinvent classic rock, with great melodies, catchy hooks, driving guitar riffs, and reflective lyrics. Hank is also an extraordinary acoustic finger-style guitarist who composes guitar instrumentals that are perfect for TV/film

Biography

Songwriter/guitarist Hank Schlinger blends memorable melodies and catchy hooks in songs inspired by folk, blues, and the classic rock of the 1960s and 1970s. The guitar-driven compositions in Hank’s cross-genre catalogue range from heartfelt ballads to energetic rockers. Hank’s lyrics are thoughtful and at times poetic, imbued with the universal trials, tribulations, and triumphs of life. Hank is also an extraordinary finger-style guitarist and regularly performs finger-style country blues by such artists as Blind Willie McTell, Reverend Gary Davis, Doc Watson, and Taj Mahal, and composes guitar instrumentals in the style of John Fahey and Leo Kotke (go to http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.channel&friendID=47776398&n=47776398 ).
Originally from Dallas, Texas, and currently residing in Los Angeles, Hank (both as a solo artist and with his band) has taken center stage at a number of venues in those cities as well as in Massachusetts and in Europe. Locally, Hank has performed for live audiences at clubs including the famed Crooked Bar in Hollywood and Canter's Deli, The Gig in Hollywood and West L.A., and Genghis Cohen in Hollywood, as well as other local clubs such as Molly Malones and Scruffy O’ Shea’s.

Through great melodies, catchy hooks, driving guitar riffs, and reflective lyrics, Hank has solidified himself as a consummate songwriter, whose music is a perfect accompaniment for radio, film and television. Hank Schlinger is a songwriter and accomplished musician with a sound that both draws on and reinvents classic rock for a new generation of music enthusiasts.

Lyrics

Love Is Not Enough

Written By: Hank Schlinger

Love is Not Enough ©
Words and Music by H. Schlinger, BMI

Downtown in the city of angels,
people livin' on the edge of the dream.
They don't know how they're ever gonna make it,
livin' life in the rubble and ruins,

But love is not enough,
and soon our time will all be up,
and love is not enough.

Down here in the city of angels,
a stone's throw from Mexico,
the fuse of hunger and anger is burnin,
someday I swear it's gonna blow,

But love is not enough,
and soon our time will all be up,
and love is not enough,
it's not enough.

Over there in Washington D.C.,
a stone's throw from where the President lives,
it looks like the war on poverty,
was a war on the poor instead,

And words are not enough,
and soon your time it will be up,
your words are not enough,
and words are not enough,
they're not enough.

Over here in the U.S. of A.,
we had the chance to make the wrong into right.
And with the eyes of the world upon us,
they saw our cities ablaze in the night.

But love is not enough,
and soon our time will all be up,
and love is not enough,
it's not enough.

Mayhill Road

Written By: Hank Schlinger

Mayhill Road ©
Words and Music by H. Schlinger, BMI

Once when I was young and brave,
dragons I'd kill and maidens I'd save,
but like many knights errant in the world,
I hadn't met that special girl,
I was alone,
the road my home.

In my search for the perfect love,
I had a visit from an angel above,
who told me where I could lay my load,
down at the glow in the sky,
down at Mayhill road,
I set out with the sun,
my journey had now begun.

At the end of the first day,
I found a place to hide away,
under a deep dark willow tree,
I fell into a reverie.

Down at the end of Mayhill road,
a girl still lives in stories of old.
singing her songs so siren sweet,
overlooking her hill of verdant green,
I was made drunk with delight,
laughing as she took my life.

Woman of the Earth

Written By: Hank Schlinger

Woman of the Earth ©
Words and Music by H. Schlinger, BMI

Tell me about the devils,
tell me about the saints.
Tell me oh my gentle
how long must I wait.

Where are the words that can
place me next to you,
how long is this distance,
how old is the tune?

You can cry to me
as you have before.
Just give me the chance to
show that I have more,
to give.

Woman of the country,
woman of her mind,
wandering through the wilderness
with so much lost to time.

Mother to a son,
mother to us all,
hold me in your heart
for fear we both could fall.

You can laugh with me
as we never did,
and have the kind of happiness
only known to kids.

Tell me about the pain,
and the scars of birth,
and why you have no purpose,
and feel you have no worth,

and all of the changes
I have helped you see,
and all of your inventions
of cosmic energy.

You're a woman of the earth,
you're an angel of the church,
you're a child of the universe.

She's Going Bald

Written By: Hank Schlinger

She's Going Bald ©
words and music by Hank Schlinger, BMI

She's going bald, and that aint all,
I just don't care, she's losing hair.

I tell her that she shouldn't worry,
sometimes hair goes in a hurry.
She could learn to sing like Sinead O'Connor,
or learn to dunk like Michael Jordan,
it's not so dreadful at all.

She's going bald, and that aint all,
I just don't care, she's losing hair.

I tell her that I will always love her,
whether or not her head has a cover.
She can wear a hat and she won't get sunburned,
and keep it smooth just like an old Grecian urn,
it can be fashionable.

She's going bald, and that aint all,
I just don't care, she's losing hair.

No muss or fuss after she takes a shower
She just gets dressed and she's on her way.
No bad hair days, yeah to make her sour,
No gusts of wind to blow it away.

She's going bald, and that aint all,
I just don't care, she's losing hair.

She won't need transplants or medication,
she'll take no weaves or fertilization.
She won't part her hair down on one side,
and comb long strands over to try and hide,
that looks so silly to all.

She's going bald, and that aint all,
I just don't care, she's losing hair.

Where Are You?

Written By: Hank Schlinger

Where Are You? ©
Words and music by Hank Schlinger, BMI

Where are you, I wanna know?
As I'm sittin' here on my own.
Where are you, why don't you call?
I'm by myself and I'm climbin' the walls.

I don't know what to do,
while I'm sittin' here waiting for you.
I'm feelin' worried and blue,
thinkin' 'bout what might have happened to you.

Where are you, why don't you show?
You should have been here an hour a-go.
Where are you? I'm be-side myself.
Imaginin' you with someone else, so . . .

where are you, where are you, where are you?

Come With Me

Written By: Hank Schlinger

Come With Me ©
words and music by Hank Schlinger, BMI

You can call me on the phone,
tell me all you're dreamin' of,
you can tell me anything you want.
If you want I'll understand,
if you want I'll be your man,
but being alone is more than I can take.

So turn around, look at me,
tell me what you see.
You can do anything you like,
the path is clear, the future bright ahead,
so come with me, right now.

I want you for myself,
but you've got somebody else,
and you can't see it's just habitual.
You are caught in a rut,
it's familiar to you but,
you can't see his love is all used up.

So turn around, look at me,
tell me what you see.
You can do anything you like,
the path is clear, the future bright ahead,
so come with me, right now.

The snow is falling all a-round,
covering up this dirty old town,
but baby you are nowhere to be found.

Tell Me Why

Written By: Hank Schlinger

Tell Me Why ©
Words and music by Hank Schlinger, BMI

When I think about you here with me,
I still can't quite believe it.
I need to rub my eyes to see
it's not some crazy dream.

I think I must be stupid, or to blind to see.

When I wake up and find you beside me ,
each morning I'm still surprised
Four years and it's still a mystery,
the sparkle within your eyes.

I think I must be stupid, or to blind to see.
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, why you love me.

I know I'm not much to look at.
I'm kind of thin and I'm losing my hair.
But sometimes when I come I half expect,
to find you're no longer there.

I guess I must be stupid, or to blind to see.
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, why you love me.

Tell me where did you come from?
How did you find your way?
I scratch my head and wonder,
is this some prank you play?

I know I must be stupid, or to blind to see.
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, why you love me.
Tell me why, tell me why,tell me why, why you love me,
why you love me, why you love me.

How Birds Learn To Fly

Written By: Hank Schlinger

He was born, silver spoon in his mouth,
a mom, dad, in a very nice house.
He had every opportunity,
health, wealth, and all good books to read.

As he grew to be a young man,
loneliness was his only friend.
By and by he knew something was wrong,
mad, sad that he couldn't get along.

Don't you cry, don't ask why,
this is how birds learn to fly.

So he drifted like wood on the sea,
here, there, with no place to be.
Always searching for what he did not know,
time, distance weren't his only foes.

Don't you cry, don't ask why,
this is how birds learn to fly.

Longing for someone to find him,
and to remind him,
just what it's all about.

Hoping for someone to take him,
and to remake him,
into a man without doubt.

Then one day he was caught unaware,
he turned, looked, and she was just there.
And all the pieces they fell into place,
warmth, acceptance he saw in her face.

Don't you cry, don't ask why,
this is how birds learn to fly.

Private Life

Written By: Hank Schlinger

Shot down in New York city,
barely had time to cry out.
Robbed of a lifetime ahead of him,
when will this madness stop?

Stalked by a cat in the jungle,
He never knew what hit him so hard,
He dared to live in his own seclusion,
never wanting to venture far from his
private life.

Followed by a shadow illusion,
who wanted to be in the public eye;
who didn't want to be forgotten,
and have to live the rest of his life
in the private life.

In the private life it is much too painful,
In the private life no one knows you,
In the private life you will die forgotten,
in the private life.

We've seen this picture before,
Body lying on the side of the street,
Wife hovering over her husband,
every tear pouring out her grief,
for the private life.

In the private life you don't owe nobody,
In the private life you can be free,
In the private life you can forget your past,
but the private life deceives.

I don't feel safe anymore,
I can't walk the streets at night,
I don't know who I can trust,
I feel more secure inside,
the private life.

Discography

One More Invention

Set List

Solo Original-

1. One More Invention
2. Woman of the Earth
3. Mayhill Road
4. Don’t Even Have A Clue
5. Love Is Not Enough
6. Tomorrow is Another Day
7. Icy Water
8. Where Are You
9. Another Night of This Life

Solo Acoustic Finger-Style -

1. Baby It Must Be Love (Blind Willie McTell)
2. Biscuits (Bo Carter/Armenter Chatmon)
3. Take A Look At That Baby (John Fahey)
4. Hesitation Blues (Gary Davis)
5. Brenda’s Blues (John Fahey)
6. Deep Water Blues (Doc Watson)
7. Bicycle Built For Two (Fahey)
8. Freight Train (Elizabeth Cotton)
9. Stagger Lee (Taj Mahal)
10. Minute Blues (Schlinger)
11. Candy Man (Gary Davis)
12. Please Baby (Gary Davis)
13. Dallas (Johnny Winter)
14. How Green Was My Valley (Fahey)
15. Cannonball Rag (Merle Travis)

Band -

1. Tell Me Why
2. No More Love In Here
3. One More Invention
4. Come With Me
5. Woman of the Earth
6. Mayhill Road
7. Don’t Even Have A Clue
8. Don’t Bring Me Down
9. Where Are You?
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