Not all breakups are bitter, and sometimes you part ways wishing the other person the best even though it hurts like hell. Cobourg, Ontario-based singer/songwriter Harry Hannah captures a breakup’s bitter-sweetness with his easy-galloping, alt-country new single “Baby Don’t Look Back” – check it out on YouTube here:
With mellow rhythm, a little bit of twang, and chock full of philosophical introspection, “Baby Don’t Look Back” tells the true story of a breakup Hannah went through years ago, knowing the whole time it would eventually have to end:
You always told me you’d be leaving soon
bum town just got nothing to do
there’s a world that’s been needing you
Cut the chains off and go let loose
“I was 23 coming to terms with love and loss. I had some dues to pay and time to spend, and so I wrote a new song,” Harry recalls, somewhat wistfully. “Her path was promising and moving quick. I really didn’t feel the same about mine, and I needed to sort my life out in Ontario – relocating out West wasn’t an option for me. She was bound to mountains, while I was bound to the Great Lakes.”
Harry still remembers sitting in a café in Cobourg called the Black Cat, pen scratching his notebook as he performed a sort of self-surgery, or his own therapy session, through the writing of this song on a windy Autumn morning, coffee and a blueberry scone at his side. “It was a transition that needed to be made,” he muses. “I knew I had to do my best to keep my head up, not get bitter and just be nice. These lyrics almost worked as a reminder to that.”
At the end of the song, Autumn turns to Winter, and the narrator finds some warm acceptance, if only by comforting himself with the thought of one day following his lost love: “Oh the sun falls on the dark ground / Oh I’m packing up my things and I’ll be coming for you now/ In my old Chev truck it’ll do real well/ I’ll find you in the mountains and we’ll run like hell.”
Listen on Spotify here: open.spotify.com/track/3q2EWb4fwk0x743GNndPQq
Harry Hannah is an independent folk singer/songwriter from the north end of Ontario’s Northumberland Hills – “The Cobourg Folkster,“ some have called him. Built with a rugged sense of charm, a lot to talk about, and a heart as soft as a Doberman’s chew toy, Harry has made a name for himself skinny-dipping by the riverside, running wild with the rabbits and wolves, and howling his sweet songs all the way from Cobourg to Alberta.
