Seán Barna

Seán Barna

 Brooklyn, New York, USA
SoloRockSinger/Songwriter

Seán Barna is a singer, songwriter, and drummer living in both Brooklyn and Washington, D.C.

Biography

Barna is a singer, songwriter, and drummer living in both Brooklyn and Washington, D.C. 

Lyrics

Serious Child

Written By: Seán Barna

Come inside - there's heirlooms and coffee
If you happen to be the last one, shut the door
Bring your fire down from the Western Slope
I know you're tired darling, but please don't go

A couple, two, three things you must know
But first would someone turn down that goddamn stereo?
My baby brother got broke down too soon
(Say what you want) but my mother, worn out, made it through

If these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair
We’d be the bells of the ball if Jesus were here
Single and queer in the bathrooms of Brooklyn

Back and forth to the dark rooms, with some serpents
I heard you had a sweet voice, and you smiled at me, let’s see if we can hurt it
Now my friends are grinding their teeth,
The lighting is brilliant, and the company’s fine, but the photos don’t show the whole scene

The sleep still in your eyes,
You can criticize the timing and all of your choices
Such a serious child,
Those were some serious problems you had for a while

Now my friends all come in twos
They need their reflections like I need you
Glamour’s a good thing, but pretty is meant to be used

If these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair
We’d be the bells of the ball if Jesus were queer
Why must he bring Leviticus here?

If these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair

Danger Baby

Written By: Seán Barna

He made some friends in Columbus, Ohio
He had a way with words, they came so easy, he was easy

Left New York with a weary disposition
Tired from the dressing up, the dressing down, the sleeping in

So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?
Doesn’t matter what it is if you need to be changing things

Spent a fortune on some learning in the city
Then he made it to the woods, but he brought all his baggies

Kept his happiness upon a crowded mantle
The weight bore down, upon the wood, just about all it could handle

So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?
Doesn’t matter what it is if you need to be changing things

He looked around for a friendly face and found it
But there was more to see, behind the velvet curtain

As a man he saw nothing worth believing,
Saying grace in this bedroom, a most Godless situation

So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?

She’s been walking, and wandering away
These are times to be strong, but she’s too sad today
It’s a natural world, in a wonderful way
Tonight she’s scared but she knows he’ll stay

(Come on children, let us pray)

The vestibule was complete with an ashtray
It was a little out of place, there were no guests at this party

Mikey took a nap under the watchful eye of Judy
But his friends were strung out, blacked out, it was already morning again

So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?
Doesn’t matter what it is if you need to be changing things

Danger Baby climbed her way in through the window
The door was locked, the stuff was out, the record had been skipping

She would die in Columbus, Ohio
A modern man with the sensibilities we’ve been waiting on

So tell me, what the hell have I been doing ramblin?

She’s been walking, wandering away
These are times to be strong, but she’s too sad today
It’s a natural world, in a wonderful way
Tonight she’s scared but she knows he’ll stay

These are desperate times, we are wandering away
Did you hear? There was another shooting today
There straight motherfuckers getting their way
Tonight we’re scared, but tomorrow we make them pay

(And it’s all for the children)

Modern Man

Written By: Seán Barna

In the end, I feel for you
But I’m not sure I need what you do
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man

Adam said he liked my story
About that street of blood-stained glory
I am a modern man
I’m a modern man

I take my seat upon the feathers
I fall asleep, sick boys need their bed rest
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man

A city rife with easy living
Queens and uppers keep it simple
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man

Made his ornaments from orange pill bottles and he
Hung them on the office Christmas tree

Walk to let the bad things simmer
Found some cheap beer by the river
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man

I paint my nails when it suits me
Breathtaking, isn’t it? Masculinity?
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man

Baby did good, got my schooling
But I’m drowning, sweetheart, and I’m losing
I’m a modern man
I’m a modern man

Sing the good songs, do the good drugs
Turn the news off, and love, love
I’m a modern man

Made his ornaments from orange pill bottles and he
Hung them on the office Christmas tree

In his hand, Cat On a Hot Tin Roof

The boys and girls look the same
There are pills to make it look this way
I heard there is a protest today

But the Gaslight’s already closed
The Gaslight’s already closed
So let’s keep it numb and reckless
That modern man hit hard when they took his name
They took his fortune and identity

Blinding light and and false camaraderie
This leather chair will take more lives away
These boys and girls all look the same

But that Gaslight’s already closed
The Gaslights’s already closed
The Gaslight’s already closed
The Gaslight’s already closed

Routines

Written By: Seán Barna

This woman just sits on the porch
A house her daddy didn’t build
She's been missing her mother today, as she does when she notices the birds
And the tattoo on her leg - her boys name - she says, "fuck man, losing him still hurts"
She says, "I'll burn this cigarette until the very day I die"

She's got her routines down,
There’s no stopping this freight train now.

She sure did have a favorite book
Doesn’t matter now if she did the best she could
Her baby comes home but she stays in the other room
When you love in doubt sometimes the distance gets you through
But not a goddamn day goes by she don't do what he tells her to do

She's got her routines down,
There ain't no stopping that freight train now

Are we better off surprised?
I don't know
Are we better off alive?
She can't say for sure,
If she is better off today than when her sweetheart died
My oh my oh my oh

If she's in the mood, she'll talk about
skipping school, fifteen and drunk, out on the catwalk
When the highway is out the window of your childhood bedroom you can never leave too soon
I guess everyone needs to decide what it is they're meant to do
She says, "I regret almost everything, but I'm so glad that I had you."

She's got her routines down,
Ain't no one gonna stop that freight train now

Cutter Street

Written By: Seán Barna

In the end we go insane
When we find our common ground
And what we need, we take in vain
You should have thrown that bottle down

And on my way down the stairs
I thought of desire
And what it means for us in the morning
And it is killing you, and it is killing me
But everything waits for Athena

What you want is not what you'll get
When your love is in your head
Well, look out now, you fucked your friend
And you can smell it on your hand

And on my way down the stairs
I thought of desire
And what it means for us in the morning
And it is killing you, and it is killing me
But everything waits for Athena

"Are you OK?" she said.
Well, I just can't talk about that.
"Are you OK?" she said
I just can't talk about that

It's heavy here on Cutter Street
You can feel it when you breath

Because I'm not you and you're not me
I don't think that we were healed
And if it's too much, then you should leave
With your diamonds and your pretty things

And on my way down the stairs
I thought of desire
And what it means for us in the morning
And it is killing you, and it is killing me
But everything waits for Athena

It is killing you, and it is killing me
But everything waits for Athena

Codeine Cody

Written By: Seán Barna

Heard a sound began to shake

This is just a valley town
The Old West rich and realized
Writers come to write it down
Wear 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 the room,
With 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 - his eyes 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
Forced a tear out in the car
Into the wine, into the tub, into the 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 undressed burnt out, on blackout time
(We’ve got some more things to talk about today)

Like this mystery inside your breath
Mixes too well with codeine and with this wine
You left this place because you can
In the car of some handsome man, but you refused 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
Forced a tear out in the car
Into the wine, into the tub, into the the sun

So you said you had enough
So you said you had enough
Well then let’s try this one more goddamn time

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 heel)

Last Verse:
He could have been a better friend
Like the many, many better men
He could have been a better stranger
He could have learned to love, now and then

He whispered a story, made his hands shake so slow
They talked about the boys and the girls they used to know
This night is brought to you by 1985
And every other day since the day California died

Discography

As Songwriter:
Cissy EP (Unreleased)
Straight Motherfuckers and Their Famous Friends (single)
Pictures of an Exhibitionist LP
Cutter Street EP

As Drummer:

Builder - Humble Fire
Our Better Selves - The Droids We're Looking For