Something Like a Broken Heart (Hanna-McEuen)
K and I discovered Hanna-McEuen by accident when we were living back east. K indulged me by agreeing to go see at Pat Green concert at the Ram's Head in Baltimore. I knew a few Pat Green songs (Baby Doll, Wave on Wave, Don't Break My Heart Again), and small venues are always cool.
Turns out that Hanna-McEuen, a band neither of us had ever heard of, was opening, and they were great! They're cousins, each the son of one of the founding members of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (most famous for Fishin' in the Dark and a cover of Mr. Bojangles). Their eponymous album - which is, in fact, their only album - is full of soulful alt-country ballads with subtle harmonies. And they're not bad musicians either - check out the live version of Fool Around. For a sad song, give Ocean a listen.
Tried a thousand times, used a million lines
Tryin' to explain.
'Cause they don't have a word for the kind of hurt
That never goes away.
When I try to think it though, it all comes back to you.
I don't know why goodbye's so hard to understand.
This pain I have is real and I'll tell you how it feels
If I ever get the chance.
It's like a lonely Friday night downtown,
Where everyone I know is out.
The radio's my only friend around,
And all I do is think of you.
It's a little like an old sad song,
It kills you but you sing it alone.
The melody just tears you all apart,
It's something like a broken heart.
I could drive a hundred miles and never touch that dial
'Til the station fades.
'Cause nothin' that I hear will ever make it clear,
Words just slip away.
And the more I think it through, the more I think of you.
I don't know why goodbye's so hard to understand.
You're never hard to find, 'cause you're always on my mind
No matter where I am.
Just like a lonely Friday night downtown,
Where everyone I know is out.
The radio's my only friend around,
And all I do is think of you.
It's a little like an old sad song,
It kills you but you sing it alone.
The melody just tears you all apart,
It's something like a broken heart.
It's like a lonely Friday night downtown,
Where everyone I know is out.
The radio's my only friend around,
And all I do is think of you.
It's a little like an old sad song,
It kills you but you sing it alone.
The melody just tears you all apart,
It's something like a broken heart.
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