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Calamine
02:35
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I am lost and can’t find my way back to broken
I’m spent, can’t stand. My whole world’s blown open
I can’t find the calamine lotion
A petri dish to hold our wish
The cells all mixed and hoping
Someday soon we’ll rope the moon
Once we leave this room and stop moping
An implant with a rope’s strand
Holds its hands in surrender
Can’t infect our mindset
And all the perfect we’ll remember
The nervous ticks of a lunatic
Loses this grip I’ve been holding
Reality, you and me
We’re happy, free, and golden
The hangman’s noose or the golden goose
It’s up to you, we just have to choose
The river runs and when it’s done
Let’s be the raft still having fun
It’ll be the hope that we can’t lose
I am lost and working my way back to broken
I’m spent, can’t stand. My whole world’s blown open
But you cover me in calamine lotion
And I’ll cover you in calamine lotion
We’ll make the calamine lotion
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Hank, Elvis, and Kurt
04:05
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Hank, Elvis, and Kurt, won’t you tell me how to deal with all this hurt?
Your saddest songs make me smile even when I feel like dirt
You tell me that you’ve been through this before
It’s nothing new, it’s nothing I cannot afford
If I sit back and listen for a while, you’ll take me to that golden shore
Help me see the light in the ghetto of my mind
There’s something in the way and we got to make it right
Alone and forsaken, stupid and contagious
A big hunk of love that went away
You left before your time
Kurt, Elvis, and Hank, won’t you tell me how to disperse all this pain
Popping pills, and alcohol, and shotgun shells, they don’t make it what it ain’t
You tell me that maybe I’m not alone
It’s nothing new, everybody’s felt forlorn
If I sit back, you’ll help me handle all this Hell
Soon enough, it will be gone
Hank, Kurt, and Elvis, I know you’d know just how to tell this story a better shade of blue
Make it not so selfish
You tell me to stand taller than the trees, eat up all of my disease
For your sake, I feel it too
And I’ll post all these decrees
I never saw the light in the ghetto of my mind
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Little Hands
02:20
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How could you take away the things we’ve never had
And get our hopes so high just to have them dashed
Though it’s no one’s fault we will take the blame
All in all, it’s selfish to complain about the hands we’ll never hold
All the days you’ll never know
But with her head on my chest it’s not that bad
Aww man, I’ll never understand how some people snap back like a lifeless rubber band
Stay gold, when you’re in the fold, if you never take hold, you never grow old
A bit scared, I swear, but I’m wrapped around your finger twirling around your hair
Floating through the space and falling through the air
Tugging at the strings that you know aren’t fair
The lunacy between the Moon and me
On a sunset beach, waltzing through the street
Drifting out to sea, we’ll find our boat somewhere
And I can see the shoreline from here
Hold on tight, let’s stare down dear
Bless the oil in our lungs and all the things we’ve overcome
Let’s grab the wheel, my dear, and learn to steer
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Another Mausoleum
04:23
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Dry the droplets of the universe streaming down your face
If you’re ready, come and get me, swaddled in burlap and lace
And while the town is falling down, I genuflect at your feet
And chase the stars through hallowed halls, then sweetly go to sleep
The way you talk keeps your tongue from healing
Your barbed wire ears to guard against hurt feelings
Your family don’t call and you barely see them
Every night we’re sealing up another mausoleum
The boulevard of burned out stars, spotlight a dear out on the lane
Another lover runs for cover, barefoot in the rain
Shouting from a mountain with echoes chasing home
Throw your feelings at the ceiling, fall back like a stone
And so, I really want you to know
If you’re ready, come and get me
And so, I really want you to know
I’m waiting where you left me, right here beside the levee
If you’re ready, come and get me
We’ll keep each other steady
A trillion treasons give no reason, leave the cards where they lay
We deliver all the slivers, put them back into place
If you’re drowning in a fountain with expectations unmet
Then we’ll throw a bean into the sea and wash away our regrets
Just let our feet get wet under an East coast sunset
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Yeah, though I may hack on you with friends down at the pub
You should know, my dear, that all your hear is done straight out of love
If I’m laughing, and I’m joking, and I’m having a good time
Know this smile’s only permissible with you heavy on my mind
Beside me, beneath my arm, you go so good with this cold beer
And later on when we get home, our neighbors will get to hear
I do naughty things with you at bedtime
I do naughty things to you at bedtime
I do naughty things for you at bedtime
At bedtime, my naughty things
All to you, my naughty things
All for you, my naughty things
Just for you, my naughty things
The sun is setting low, the spoonbill rises from the East
The pink all on his belly is sort of, kind of neat
A face just like a monster, guess it gives me hope and heart
Because that idea applies to me, perhaps, and all my parts
Digging through the slough trying to find something to eat
And later on when we get home, I bet you’ll get to see that I do naughty things
The bed is sinking low, the sagging starts to show
Like it’s been a home to a thousand rodeos
Love to make you smile, running the endless mile
Changing the angle and alternating styles while I do naughty things
Let’s do naughty things all over bedtime
Let’s do naughty things all through bedtime
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Aurora Rises
03:42
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A parting gift heard through whispered lips
Fingers trace the space between a fabled tryst
Enhance the trance woven by nature’s strands
A bloom that’s doomed to never exist
The nausea of monotony, unveil your spell, so unfaltering
Perhaps, raise your glass, and whatever comes to pass
We’ll know that the cup is always full
In the northwestern portion of the southeastern state
An aurora rises and shimmers in the lake
Electrons dance in the magnetosphere
Take my hand as the lights draw us near
As we leave, try not to grind the gears
Come with me and we’ll go down to the park
There’s a milkman selling coffee and some homemade art
Birds sing the words that are better left unheard
And a note that lingers from the singer’s heart
Awkward pause and heartfelt cause
Water falls over flaws as time begins to stall
Cassandra’s finding answers to questions never asked
As I bask in the fixating awe
Aurora’s descending, upending dark matter
Pretending and sending strands out in waves of clatters
The isotopes and higher hopes like fraying ropes
Lighting our eyes like blood heliotropes
As we leave, we find the world’s flatter
We cloak ourselves in alternate realities
Hiding from hellfire and artificiality
Underneath green lights hanging so mysteriously
Labyrinthine limerent overhaul
The cure-all for the heart’s caterwaul
Such a wealth a wisdom at the age of twenty eight
Sorry I kept you out so late
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One Mile Past
03:58
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Broken sunlight through my window
Bedroom’s door cracked up the middle
Darkness drives out all the light
Eternity passed in a lonesome night
The future will repeat the past
Will this breathing be my last?
The mind’s washed away in the flooding rain
One last chance to flush away the pain
Desperation, but I can’t complain
I’m not going crazy, just feeling a little drained
“No” doesn’t mean I hate you…
My car is shaken by the wind
Will I make it, I guess that depends
One wrong move and the world will crumble
On my shoulders, if I should stumble
One mile over, one mile past
One mile closer to my last
My dreams will shatter in the sky
Moments before my oceans dry
The tower’s falling down on me
The chains won’t break to set me free
The world forgets when we’re past
Will these moments be the last?
One more night, a few more minutes
A couple more times doesn’t mean commitment
A second thought about bad feelings
Stomach’s in knots most every evening
It’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong, I’m gone
“No” doesn’t mean I hate you…
I’m not going crazy, just feeling a little drained
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This Seems Healthy
03:55
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Slinking down Astronaut Boulevard, put up wet after being rode hard
She unbuttons the top of her blouse
Scoping out all of the cars and works her way up to the bar
To see what interest she can arouse
Sad girls and bad boys, persistent innocence destroyed
She’s artistic, he’s resistant. Both understand there’s no commitment
Both ok to just walk away
He walks into the liquor store and slides a bottle into his shorts
Tonight, he’s on the prowl
Something to push, something to plow
There’s no future, only now
See what interest he can arouse
He brings home the boy with homemade tattoos
Walks past the family portrait, the one without the bruise
He’s convinced there’s nothing to lose
She says she doesn’t mind being used
They take a sip to remember, a sip to forget
Another just to finish up this cigarette
Ready to burn the day
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Cape Cookie Confessions
04:57
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He smiles at me with lust in his eyes
The note with the key says Room 205
He walks past the pool, I grab some food
He crosses the street through the maze of TV crews
I see your face frozen, alive
Turn to the page with your wholesome bride
There’s room for me when you’re alone in the East
At the Holiday Inn, I’m at the Cape Colony
I met a columnist from the magazine
But he wrote me out, I didn’t fit the scene
He’s learned how to act, I keep tight lipped
He gets paid for the facts so long as they fit the script
We met at Ramon’s on the top of the bank
Pointed out the launch zone, I felt my heart sink
He was whiskey with ice, hands me a glass of wine
Before we’re back in bed, I’m undressed to the nines
You have your picks, you and the other six
Good girls need love, I just need my fix
And how many other girls are promised moon rocks with pearls
I can still taste your sweat on my skin
They’re counting down
You’re feeling distant
And I give her a look as I drive by
She’s not going back to Houston until after you arrive
It seems that in my dreams I’m making room enough for three
But I don’t think you’re ever coming back
Because the hatch, it didn’t blow unfortunately
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Two Sisters of Brevard
06:40
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Two young sisters three years apart
The elder held the younger’s heart
The bonnie oak sways in the breeze
And I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
Last night the younger begin to sing
Sister, sister, look at this ring
Bow bow and balance me
I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
The two yong sisters then left home
To walk the shore and climb jetty stones
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
Gossip on the would-be groom
The elder stood by the younger’s side
And pushed her into the rising tide
She waited a while twirling her dark hair
Until she could not see her sister fair
And the bonnie blonde no longer screamed
I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
She picked up shells from the sand
Dreaming about her sister’s man
“How could she steal his hand
I’ll have him and all his land”
She worked up tears before the door
She said her sister ran to the shore
The family walked into the town
Search parties formed, but nothing found
The elder smiled, “boys are born for me”
I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
A few months later the miller’s son
Came across some beached, bleached bones
And thought he heart a whispering
I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
He looked down and saw the gleam
Reflecting off his grandma’s ring
He took his find to the luthier’s home
To craft something from the hairs and bones
An odd request, but out of love
The bones, neck and body, and the hair was strung
The miller’s son soon came to see
I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
He strummed all night and picked all day
And listened to what she had to say
“My dark haired sister pushed me in
My beloved sister laughed and grinned
Jealous of my betrothed
She wanted him all for her own”
So he took her to the courthouse hall
And gathered up the judges all
He placed her high up on a shelf
It began to play herself
The same story it did repeat
I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
They gathered by the lynching tree
The whole town had come to see
And listen to what it had said
As the dark haired sister boiled in lead
The miller’s son hit his knees
And held his love as tears streamed
The building shook as he screamed
I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
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The shadows, they shift, swallowing the light
The shadows, they shift, swallowing the signs of life
The shadows chase the yellow, then they take a bite
I am not the one, not my prints on the gun
That’s not an ideal expression
I am not the one, it’s not artfully done
My design would be challenging and fun
I have no remorse, no guilt on my trail
I have no remorse, though the fuzz is on my tail
This pleasure is a treasure found in their entrails
You try to pin this sophomoric act on me
Man, I’ll strike again so you see my expertise
A nihilist, a survivalist, I’d sooner remain free
Each time, a more refined and sweeter symphony
Lack of evidence, hidden messeges, encompass all the deceased
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Ginnungagap
03:02
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And I have watched fairies fly across the void of night
Ahead of me the stars all shine, below me I find the sky
And gravity has lost its touch beyond the atmosphere
Somewhere between joy, fear, and such I feel a lonesome tear
Those luminous fairies dance like flashes in my eyes
Not so much sleep as a trance in the sleep station’s confines
They’re likely subatomic dust from a distant dying star
And soon I’m going back, I trust to where my kith and kin are
The frosty glow and streaks of light look down from on hight
Until I launch again sometime, I know they’re standing by
I’m on my way to the promised land
Heaven, hold me in your hand
To the ocean, like the River Jordan
Home, home, home, carry me home
Hallelujah, hallelu, with science and faith carrying me home
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Dear Ms. Santy Claus I’m writing you because my family recently moved
You won’t have to go through feet of snow to find your feet on my roof
We don’t have a chimney, maybe I can hide a key outside in my beach shoes
I can’t wait, and that’s the truth
For a Christmas wish, I don’t need a gift because I’ve got my family here
Full of love and cheer
And Mr. Santy Claus, please look past my flaws because Lord knows I really tried
Only been grounded twice, and learned something both times, then quickly apologized
I poured you orange juice, fresh fruit and chowder soup to help quell your appetite
It’s kind of warm here, dress light
For a Christmas tree, a palm sways in the breeze covered in flamingo lights
It’s a jolly sight
Oh, and Santy, P.S., do reindeer like sand, you guess? Or maybe they’d prefer the port?
We’re sitting on the tailgate, up late playing in wait for the next NORAD report
We took out the crèche, played checkers and chess, then built a blanket fort
Time before bed is running short
For a Christmas dream, sugar plums and spiced Tang tea, gingerbread men running around
Swimsuits and flip flops on the ground
In the parade through town
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4 Star View Cape Canaveral, Florida
Originally from Northeast Mississippi and living in Cape Canaveral, FL, 4 Star View is a cathartic songwriter who swings among genres to create emotionally laden soundscapes. He is the poet laureate for the city of Cape Canaveral. Every album is unique in sound and themes. Most songs are single take, single track to produce a raw sound. Mistakes are not fixed because flaws are part of the art. ... more
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