Track 2 of the album Eastbound · 2013
Barbershop Chair Confessions
by Kane Rivers
“Everything I know about confession I learned in a barber's chair. Clippers are the hi-hat.”
boom-bap · boom-bap · story rap · 2:53
Lyrics
Cape snaps open, I'm sitting in the chair Clippers humming low, steady in the air Mirror's got a story that I never say out loud Old man behind me, gentle with the crowd Tells me hold your head up, son, keep it level Same advice he gave me back when I was a rebel Three o'clock sun cutting through the blinds Everybody here is leaving worries behind Lean back, breathe slow Let the clippers talk, let the heavy go Barbershop chair, I tell the truth in here Fade getting sharp while the answers get clear Every man's a poet when the razor's by his ear Barbershop chair confessions, nothing but the real Lines get cleaned up, now I know how I feel Young boy on the bench with a job interview Nervous in his knees, hoping that it comes through Barber hands him a mint and a word to hold Says a clean line don't mean much without a heart of gold Dominoes slapping at the back of the shop Radio's rolling and the jokes don't stop Somebody's cousin got a big new start Everybody cheers like they own a piece of the heart Lean back, breathe slow Let the clippers talk, let the heavy go Barbershop chair, I tell the truth in here Fade getting sharp while the answers get clear Every man's a poet when the razor's by his ear Barbershop chair confessions, nothing but the real Lines get cleaned up, now I know how I feel Pops used to bring me here on Saturday mornings Swinging both my legs, yawning, never warning Now I'm the one who's paying, standing taller Still hear his laugh in the buzz of the collar Hot towel on my face, the whole world goes quiet Rent and rush hour can't start a riot Brush off my shoulders, look up at the glass Man in the mirror finally let the old stuff pass Sweep the floor, sweep the day Hair on the tile, worries swept away Chair spins round, I'm ready to go Fresh as the morning and I'm walking slow Barbershop chair, I tell the truth in here Fade getting sharp while the answers get clear Every man's a poet when the razor's by his ear Barbershop chair confessions, nothing but the real Lines get cleaned up, now I know how I feel Tip the man, shake his hand Walk out lighter than I planned