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Feel It Comin' On
04:42
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I’m going to break it down for all time
I ain’t no deer in the headlights
So transcendental and we still shine
Its all or nothing when you realize
I’m going to crank it up for my time
There ain’t no givin’ up on what’s mine
Cross-continental and we stone jive
Its all or nothing but we’re alive
And I feel it comin’, feel it comin’, feel it comin’ on
Yeah, I feel it comin’, feel it comin’, feel it comin’ on
I feel it comin’, feel it comin’, feel it comin’ on…
I’m going to play it out a long time
I ain’t no raindrop in the streetlights
A touch sentimental but I’ll be fine
I’m all or nothing by design
And I feel it comin’, feel it comin’, feel it comin’ on…
No incidental, instrumental pie in the sky
There’s lucky stars in cookie jars so eat ‘em and smile
Go pile ‘em up and rile ‘em up til the morning light
And I feel it comin’, feel it comin’, feel it comin’ on…
I’m sticking to wide eyes
Stick it to your white lies
I’m sticking to bright eyes…
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2. |
Beat It To Death
03:55
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So, you want a song
She’ll give you a song
You’ve held out so long
You wanna sing along
She’ll play it hard and fast
Give you all that sass
Bubblegum n’ pizzazz
And make the candy last
It’s coming soon to a theatre near you
She’s coming soon, and she knows just what to do…
Hit me with that hook, girl
Beat it to death
Beat it to death
Hook me with that hit, girl
Beat it to death
Beat it to death
So, you want a sign,
She’ll give you a sign
She’ll make the rhythm rhyme
You’ll hum n’ pop n’ shine
It’s coming soon to a stereo near you
She’s coming soon, and you know her aim is true…
Hit me with that hook, girl…
Beat it to death
Hit me with that hook, girl…
Hit me with that hook, girl…
Baby, please don’t bore us
Beat it to death
Beat it to death
Get to the fucking… chorus!
Beat it to death
Beat it to death
Repeat it to death
Beat it to death
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3. |
The Back Of Your Head
05:08
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Rain is pouring down into the drainpipe
They smirk and jerk and lurk around down there
As if they really matter
Some bloated Mad Hatter
At the end of the day…
You see it
Did you dream it?
Like a thousand creepy spiders in your bed
You feel it
When they steal it
If you only had eight eyes in the back of your head
Snow is coming down upon the freeway
They drink and shrink and slink around out there
Pranks dark and evil
Some sad, wounded ego
At the end of the day…
You see it…
But it’s all in the Cosmos, my dear
You’ll get what’s coming to you right here
It’s all in your Cosmos, my dear
And you can hide behind your song
Deep down you knew it all along
Ugly is as ugly does, my dear
And like a two-faced jack-o’-lantern
Empty and void but still smiling
That shit-eating grin from ear to ear…
Hope you see it
And you dream it
Like a thousand creepy spiders in your bed
Hope you feel it
When they steal it
If you only had eight eyes in the back of your head
(If you only had eight eyes in the back of your...)
If you only had eight eyes in the back of your head
In the back of your head
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4. |
Halfway Home
03:46
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Nothing that I can’t shake
And nothing that you can’t move
A One Eighty and a time machine
A hard left and it doesn’t seem that long…
Nothing that we can’t take
Nothing but our own Truth
Like driving 80 with the top rolled down
The days that Echo that crystal sound and all…
We’ve taken some long ways and wrong ways around
Just to get back where we started
And I Really Don’t Mind if the jokes are inside
We’re halfway home
Nothing we can’t create
And nothing left to prove
We saved it all for a Rainy Day
A Second Chance to come out and play, it’s true…
We’ve taken some long ways and wrong ways around
Just to get back where we started
And I Really Don’t Mind if the jokes are inside…
The station wagon circles back
To fold-up seats and old 8- tracks
And hearing the blonde guy swing that axe…
Nothing that they can say
And nothing that they can do
Will mean that much to us anyway
Some things no one can take away…
We’ve taken some long ways and wrong ways around
Just to get back where we started
And I Really Don’t Mind if the jokes are inside…
We’ve taken some long ways and wrong ways around
Just to get back where we started
And I Really Don’t Mind if the jokes are inside
We’re halfway home…
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5. |
Running Through The Rain
04:04
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The Fates have called your demons out
Exposed, you’re feeling naked now
The Thought Police are here to suss you out
Or maybe they’re just here to mute the sound
But maybe you still hear the running…
Rain
Here come the thunder
Here come the wonder
It’s running through your veins
Here come the lightning
And though it’s frightening
You’re running through the rain
For one more day
Calling all your treasures out
The beauty of what you’re about
For what you’ll leave behind you can be proud
There’s only this one moment, here and now
So wash away the fear and let it…
Rain…
Rain
Here come the thunder
Here come the wonder
It’s running through your veins
Here come the lightning
And though it’s frightening
You’re running through the rain, but you’re okay
For one more day
We live to love and fight another day
We live to love and fight another day
But you’re okay
But you’re okay…
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6. |
Black And Baby Blue
05:02
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You… always felt so strong before
And true… you were the one knocking down the doors
You… were the King of the Hill
And true… it all seemed so easy until…
Til it holds you down, without a sound, and what else can you do?
It spins you round, you fall to ground, and break your vows to you
You feel like a fool, underneath so much cool
But you shut your mouth, and pound by pound, you beat yourself black and baby blue
You… never felt the days of the weak
And true… you never felt their sting on your cheek
Til you… felt the fingers around your neck
And true… you couldn’t breathe, well, what did you expect?
Cause it holds you down, without a sound, and what else can you do?
It spins you round, you fall to ground, and break your vows to you
You look like a fool, with an Acme anvil too
But you shut your mouth, and pound by pound, you beat yourself black and baby blue
Cause there’s a price you pay for being so naïve
And where’s the magic when there’s nothing up your sleeve?
So, it holds you down, without a sound, and what else can you do?
It spins you round, you fall to ground, and break your vows to you
You laugh like a fool, in the deep end of the pool
But you shut your mouth, and pound by pound, you beat yourself black and baby blue
But it’s never too late to start again
But it’s never too late to start again
But it’s never too late to start again
But it’s never too late to start again…
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7. |
If We Can't Take A Joke
06:47
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So, we return
To the promised land
With promises and fingers crossed in hand
A year or two
The kettle’s black
Were fingers crossed in hand behind the back?
And so, we turn
The other cheek
But no one ever can say that we were weak
And so, we burn
Until we’re fried
And no one can ever say we never tried
Thought we were in the clear
Then it just disappeared
Then it all went up in smoke
Well, fuck us if we can’t take a joke
And so, we break
Like splintered wood
So, what if our intentions were all good?
Again, we’re lost
Again, we ride
We seek when all we want to do is hide
Thought we were in the clear
Then it just disappeared
Then it all went up in smoke
Well, fuck us if we can’t take a joke
It feels like we’re always going, deeper into the never-knowing
It feels like we’re always going, deeper into the never-knowing now…. and again…
Thought we were in the clear…
And then it all comes clear
It all just disappears
It all just goes back up in smoke
So, fuck us if we can’t take a joke
Fuck us if we can’t take a joke…
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8. |
Crashin'
03:24
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Crashin’
At the height of your fashion
Under the weight of your passion
You never looked so smashin’
With all the friends you’ve been trashin’
Maybe it’s time to cash in…
All of your fool’s gold
All of your fool’s gold
You shone so bright
Like a thief in the night
With all of your fool’s gold
Restless
You were always such a hot mess
Under the weight of your success
At the height of your excess
You really tripped the light relentless
Maybe it’s time to confess…
All of your fool’s gold…
And you never knew you had it so good
And I kinda knew you always would come crashin’…
All of your fool’s gold…
All of your fool’s gold (cause you were living for it)
All of your fool’s gold (cause you were dying for it)
And the party’s divine
Until you hit that line
With all of your fool’s gold
Crashin’
Crashin’
Crashin’
Crashin’….
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9. |
Cross My Heart
03:12
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“Come inside and come inside to Rod’s ‘Tonight’s The Night’
Promises, promises she fused that ring on tight
She crossed her heart and hoped to die, the honeymoon and stars
And she couldn’t love him any more
Morning coffee, warm and strong, wafting up the stairs
Innocence, or in a sense, the game is Truth or Dare
He crossed his heart and hoped to die, she thought she knew the score
And she couldn’t love him any more
Wake up from insomnia to Neil’s ‘Tonight’s The Night’
Promises, promises he bruised that ring on tight
Morning coffee, cold and burnt, runs down icy stares
Innocents, it makes no sense, the game is Truth or Dare
She crossed his heart, he hoped to die and lost his private war
When she couldn’t love him anymore
She crossed his heart, he hoped to die and shot out all the lights
Cause she didn’t love him anymore…
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10. |
Broken Butterflies
04:29
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Sometimes nothing rhymes, feel the ticking, killing time
You’re so confused
Bloodshot, Baby Blue, overloaded, know it’s true
You’re feeling used
But I can’t tell you what songs to sing
No, I can’t tell you what phones to ring
No, I can’t tell you anything
But I believe in you
So take it in turns
Reality burns
This should come as no surprise
You reap what you earn
You live what you learn
Make no compromise
They’re twisted and bent
They’re not innocent
They will steal sparks from your eyes
They’re beaten and spent
‘Cause theirs came and went
Like broken butterflies…
Set sail, bite your nails, thinking that the wind’ll fail
On the edge of a knife
Guess who, Baby Blue, you know what you’ve gotta do
Hang on to your life
But I can’t tell you what songs to sing
No, I can’t tell you what storms to bring
No, I can’t tell you anything
But I believe in you
So take it in turns…
It’s black and white, so make it right, peel away the parasites
They hold you down
Tattoo, Baby Blue, you’ve got the shine all over you
Time to take it to town
Still I can’t tell you what songs to sing
No, I can’t tell you what crowns to king
But I can tell you one thing, baby
I believe in you
So make your own terms
Futility burns
This should come as no surprise
You reap what you earn
You live what you learn
Make no compromise
In the unknown
You're never alone
This should come as no surprise
Go out on your own
Goodbye to the clones
And broken butterflies...
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11. |
Nineteen Dream
06:16
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Number Nineteen dream
My mind goes tumbling down
The cool, cool echoes from the Heights
Summer love and ravines
Remembrances racing around
The songs of lust and laughter of my life
Cause it’s amazing how the years just fall away
I may be crazy, but I’ve still got games to play
Just different than before
Cause this sure as hell ain’t Kansas anymore
The uneasy dream
Where you’ve got no control
And the ones you love are fading out of sight
Monsters and machines
How it all gets real sometimes
Like the snakes and zigzag ladders of my life
And it’s amazing how the years just slip away
I may be crazy, but I’ve still got blood to pay
Just different than before
Cause this sure as hell ain’t Kansas anymore
Like mama said
I’m still nineteen in my head
Where the kids are always alright
Melting ice cream
Look up and laugh at the Sun
So why not rage against the dying of the light?
Cause it’s amazing how the years just fly away
I may be crazy, but still this side of insane
Still got some things to say
But this sure as hell ain’t Kansas anyway
Still want it all and more
But this sure as hell ain’t Kansas anymore…
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12. |
Don't Have To Fold
02:06
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I’m thinking about time all the time this time
I’ve got no reasons to deny
Stare at the wrinkles but the eyes still shine
They mirror seasons left behind
Cause, everybody’s told that they’re gonna
Everyone gets old, they don’t wanna know, no…
Everybody’s told they they’re gonna go
Everyone gets old, they don’t wanna know
But the hand they hold
Don’t have to fold
I’m thinking about youth all the time this time
I’ve got no rewrites to change mine
Bash at this old guitar and have a glass of wine
A million new ones wait to fly
Still, everybody’s told that they’re gonna
Everyone gets old, they don’t wanna know, no…
Everybody’s told, they don’t wanna know
Everybody’s gold, they don’t even know
That the hand they hold
Don’t have to fold
Don’t have to fold
Don’t have to fold…
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Star Collector Vancouver, British Columbia
Star Collector is a rock & roll band from Vancouver, BC who've toured Canada, the U.S, & Europe, playing The Cavern (Liverpool), The Borderline (London). They've recorded 5 albums w/ producers Garth Richardson (Catherine Wheel), Kevin Kane (Grapes of Wrath) & Evan Foster (Boss Martians, Sonics). Their 6th, 'Attack, Sustain, Decay... Repeat' is out now. Star Collector has had 19 bass players. ... more
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