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Kessler Syndrome

by 4 Star View

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1.
Calamine 02:35
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
2.
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
3.
Little Hands 02:20
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Aurora Rises 03:42
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
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
12.
Ginnungagap 03:02
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
13.
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's eighth album. Created in Cape Canaveral, FL. The album's title comes from the theory that orbital debris can collide and create more orbital debris until access to outer space will not be possible, basically a snowball effect.

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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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