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Alice, you said you ran from the Red Queen
We all thought it was a bad dream
Chasing rabbits into holes
Alice, bunnies don’t wear clothes
Now the tea’s gone cold
There’s nothing left for them to hold
Time seems to move so slow
Alice, some day you’ll have to grow
You can’t depend on pretend imaginary friends
You’ve got to let it go
Alice, you said you faced the Red Queen
Tried to revive such a dead scene
Eating all those strangers’ treats
Alice, shouldn’t you be asleep?
Alice, I saw you battle with the Red Queen
Portrayed on a grainy big screen
Stylistically unreal
Alice, you’ve got marketing appeal
Alice, we once won over the Red Queen
Long before you were just a wet dream
Mirrored ceilings and brass poles
Alice, put back on your clothes
Alice, they thought that you’d be the Blue Queen
A second chance for a new dream
But your old dress is word to threads
Alice, your apron’s lost under the bed
Best not to talk about it
Keep quiet, baby, don’t tout it
No one will understand what you mean
A princess not bound to be a queen
But to tell you the truth
I wish they were right about you
Now the tea’s gone cold
Every single hat been sold
And time has to move on
Alice, someday you’ll be too old
(Old enough to know better
Too old to make believe
Hold tight to the memories
On your tattooed sleeves
But grow up)
The cat’s smile’s all cavities
The caterpillar has lung disease
Aww, you’ve got to let it go
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And So...
05:21
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And, so…. I think you should go, dry your eyes, smile
Either love me, or leave me alone
I get so excited about moving on, keep writing songs
Revealing, just like your clothes
So far, we’ve sat at the bar, met in lobby, and got in the car
I could be your hobby, if you’d be my star
Always shining the way that you are
I wonder who you sunk your hooks into and do they like it,
Being hooked on you? Conversation, let’s strike it
As we paint this town red and blue, when there’s nothing left to do
Every girl there wishes she had your hair
Your height, and double name
To shorten them any would be such a shame with only yourself to blame
So long, we move on like some over-censored grainy movie
Or reruns of cancelled TV shows, no more episodes
So much left untold, I guess that’s how it goes
When you’re around, I’m alone
And then, it ends as soon as it begins, and then starts up again
Sweetness, don’t say friends, I can’t pretend I don’t have these feelings
Of wanting something more, or anything at all
And every guy there wishes he had your hair
Entwined in his fingers, the way that I’m wrapped around yours
With every drink that pours
And so… I think you should go, check your tires, drive
Either love me or leave me alone
Oh, please honey, don’t check your mirrors to see that I’m gone
It couldn’t be clearer that I’ll be coming along
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Like paper dolls dissolve in the water searching for something better
The particles grow weaker until they’re broken down
The leaves float through the gutter, makes for stormy weather
The clouds present a threat as everyone drowns
I won’t let go, I thought you should know though I may struggle I still hold on
I won’t let go, I’m tied just like a rope, the tide is churning now, but I’ll still hold strong
The port fell in the harbor, the pier crashed in the water
The ships grow weaker until they’re broken down
The delta fills with flood, the hopeless stuck in mud
They scream from the depths as everyone drowns
In the morning you’re setting sail towards funeral church wedding bells
And when the Sun’s setting fails, everyone drowns
I will hold one, we’re running headlong right into the eye
I won’t let go, I still hold strong
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Rakta Mocksha
03:17
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I walk this blade for you, maybe scrape right to the truth
With a lack of convincing proof, at least a different point of view
Crossing the line in the sand, calloused fingers grow from scarred hands
Gripping what’s left of a man, forgetting everything I am
Every way I take, all the mistakes I’ve made
It’s hard to let go
You promised me that, you taught me that
The paths, they turn to gold
Like a stowaway on a ship, no map or compass in it
Headed for some forsaken land, right off the edge and back again
Crossing a line in the waves, storm caps blur away the face
Drowning what’s left of a man, forgetting everything I am
Bleed it away, bleed it away
Let it sink in your wake
Bleed it away, bleed it away
Until a new smile finds its place
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Closing Time Waltz
04:28
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I’m scared to death that I’ll live through this
I’ve waited patiently for you to wake up choking on last night’s dinner
Been lacing your drinks with drain cleaner
I wish I had you in my veins and coursing through this corpse you made
And finding traces of a lonely lost mind or resuscitating all my vital signs
So, wake me up before last call
Recurring words heard just before the fall
Every step, the hill gets steeper, window shopping was so much cheaper
You’re caught and stuck in your own ways
Strategic plans of being two-faced, between the lines in double-space
I wish I had you in my gut to winch me out of this rut
And help me out with a terrible choice
A screaming heart or a silent voice
Crowd shuffles to the closing time waltz, I crawl and stumble up and down the hall
Lose my balance and smack my head against the wall
Pour your head out and forget it all
I wish I had you on my lips, I wouldn’t be alone getting lit
Just a bullet point on your laundry list
Fired from a pistol that broke your wrist
Just one more, I know it’s after last call
Ease me down, just before I fall
I wish I had you in my face to jump with me and fall from grace
We can become mud in the fertile soil, leaving futile blood that begins to boil
Relive the dreams, nightmares and all
Blasphemous tongue and broken jaw
The heart that beats inside your wall
The time that dies as you stall
For eternities between last call
And summer days that always end in fall
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The Row's Hymn
03:02
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Got one hand in my pocket, the other one to the sky
One foot in the water, babe, and the other one lagging behind
Both hands on the alter, hold it all inside
One eye on the hymnal, babe, and the other one on your thigh
It’s Sunday morning, look your best
In a short skirt or a clubbing dress
Unlock my mind and let it go
Where it turns up, only heaven knows
Got my mind in Memphis, half’s in New Orleans
One hand on the wheel, babe, and the other one in your jeans
It’s Sunday morning, look your best
In a short skirt or a low-cut dress
Unlock my mind and let it go
Where it turns up, only heaven knows
Lying face down on the street, struggle to my hands and knees
I won’t let your hair go
Keep your head to the side, keep you breathing alright
Your Sunday’s Best is worse for show
What happened, only Hell knows
It’s Sunday morning, look your best
In a short skirt or a slutty dress
Unlock my mind and let it go
Where it turns up, only heaven knows
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Family Ties
02:27
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Mother Nature is in decline and by her side stands Father Time
He knows the scene, recycled routine, hold her hand and then grits his teeth
Mother Goose has lost her mind and the Brothers Grimm stole her nursery rhymes
Quaint and old, grotesquely told, strains the body to remove the soul
I’d love to say what’s on my mind
This family has come untied
There’s some parts of me that died
The binding rope that’s frayed with time
Mother Mary starts to cry and Father God’s just standing by
The crosses lined with dollar signs, and healing blood lost to the daily grind
Mother died in a fiery home, and father left us years ago
Sister’s cancer bore no answer, now baby cries like an exotic dancer
And this family comes united
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Means to the End
04:33
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Suddenly everything’s changed, don’t tell me you’re still the same
You are not the sun or the light anymore
Tearing apart at the seams, don’t tell me you know what I mean
You are not the warmth, you are not light
Tell me you know what I mean
Tell me you know what you need
So I will not listen
Confess it all to a god we found in a bottle stashed beneath the seat
Seek salvation from a god we found hidden somewhere between the sheets
This time is getting so hard, tonight we’re trying so hard to find what it is to say
Never see it until it’s much too far away
Because I’m a teardrop in the ocean, the lines in sand are a notion
The shoreline’s being eaten away
The stars we wished on are falling into the waves
Tell me you know what I mean
Tell me you know what you need
So I will not listen, you are not the life
If I could change anything, I would do nothing the same
I’d rather not felt this way at all, than know I’ll never feel it again
Confess it all to a god we found in a bottle stashed beneath the seat
Seek salvation from a god we found hidden somewhere between the sheets
You are not the one, you are not the light, you are not my life
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Was Your Father a Thief?
04:19
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Are those stars in your brown eyes because they’re shining much too bright?
But they’re bound to fall or burn out in time
You’re no different except, I guess, the fact that you’re the best
Or, at least that’s how I’ve got you memorized
I remember walking to the shore arm in arm
You couldn’t swim, you were content to just hold on
Waking up with you in the sand
That Florida Sun rising between our hands
I’m begging you not to let that go
Please don’t let it go
And I’d love to come back home, but I know that you’d have gone
And taken all that shit I been working for
All those gifts, all those times
All the laughter and the rhymes
Do you really think you could ask for more?
I could follow some other dream, deny myself, and move up stream
But the only vessel’s been chartered long ago
I’m afraid I’d let it slip, spit riptide and sink the ship
So the strongest love’s the one that’s left untold
You were content to just hold on, so please don’t let it go
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Monster Mashed Peas
04:50
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I was kicked off of the track team, I never learned to run
Somehow by walking slowly, I caught up to anyone
Oozing intimidation, I personified fear
Lately I’ve been slowing down with walkers and electric wheel chairs
So there I was, incontinence and gloom
I can’t remember the way back to my room
Diagnosed with psychosis and organ cirrhosis
I’m only coughing phlegm when I used to breathe doom
There’s no lotion in the basket, I used it on my skin
To try to fix these liver spots; I outgrew my skin suits again
The freezer’s gone empty, I can’t do the chainsaw dance
The family’s getting hungrier, and today’s youths don’t drive vans
My fangs have gotten brittle, I can’t turn into a bat
Had to buy a larger cape, to cover my hunching back
I once knew how to hypnotize, now I have my doubts
Afraid to sleep with the coffin shut, I might not make it out
I’ve grown deaf, with cataracts the full moon’s not so bright
No one hears my hoarse yelps when I try to howl at night
It’s hard to kill anything but time at this antiquated age
My bowels always giving me fits, too tired for fits of rage
I used to fill your dreams
Nightmares on the silver screen
Now I am lucky to get a pity scream
I can’t give it up
This is all I am
The downside of eternal life, the aging of the damned
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Melinda came down from the mountain and wound up down by the sea
Well it’s a change and a brand new life, but she’s humming the same melody
The view from the window’s changed, no more icicles or snow white peaks
It’s been replaced with palms and white caps that break on the beach
Mindy, you’ve roamed for so long
A plethora of places to call home
Virginia, Colorado, and even Tennessee
You found a place out by the sea
It’s just where you want to be… currently
Don’t panic if the Atlantic starts to call your name
Wake up one morning and everything’s changed
The road’s winding, but it’s the one you’re on
Decipher the glass, because you can’t be wrong
It’s the way that you fit in them jeans
And that comfortable voice and that confident scream
That has all these ships wrecked on the beach
And keeps you offshore just out of reach
Watson, could you help me with this case?
Hell of a body with a heavenly face
He whispered softly, “it’s elementary”
It’s that smile and face and sensibility
That sends you nightly howling at the Moon
Waking up in that wooden sundrenched room
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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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