1. |
Fits Right In
03:13
|
|||
All dressed up with no place to go
Like a hundred-dollar bill layin' out in the snow
Just a thin line between here and insane
What can I say I got used to the pain
Fits right in
Spent my last cash, didn't have a dime
Now I'm flat broke, it happens all the time
Wheels came off my wagon some time back
Drinkin' my belongings from a paper sack
Fits right in
A fool and his money are soon departed
Just like love my checkbook's retarded
Show me a girl who's so good-hearted
I'll show you a mine that remains uncharted
Fits right in
Words and music ©1988 Mike Starling and Jim Peterson
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
||||
2. |
||||
Like a lightning bolt crashing out of the sky,
One day you arrived to ignite my life
Like a little tree on a stormy day
One good rain washed you away
What are you waiting for?
A little apprehension I can understand
A bit of hesitation, yeah, we all got that
Saving for the future, for a rainy day
Now that's a bone of contention
Cuz time's slipping away
What are you waiting for?
Like your favorite jeans all ripped and worn
Like that great job you can't stand no more
Like a stale routine making you a slug
Get off your ass, yank the plug
What are you waiting for?
Words and music ©1998 by Mike Starling
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
||||
3. |
Anonymous
03:34
|
|||
Walkin' down the street now, nobody knows my name
Nobody's got my number, nobody plays my game
I'm anonymous
Walk down the beautiful sidewalks in this fairy tale land
Watchin' the beautiful people walkin' hand in hand
Laughin' and smilin' like everything is alright
They don't feel the pain of a thousand lonely nights
Of the anonymous
Does anybody call you?
Does anybody ask you to come and play?
Does anybody care if you come around
Or if you just go away
Like you were just anonymous
Walkin' down the street now and it's a goddamn shame
Ain't nobody to talk to, ain't nobody to blame
I'm just anonymous
Words and music ©1999 Mike Starling
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
||||
4. |
Crazy Little Fingers
03:34
|
|||
Met a girl from Texas
Said she was an actress
Hung out at all-ages bars
Talked to guys who play guitars
Little Sally Mason
Of the Pepsi Generation
Thinking bout that movie star
Drinking water at the bar
Crazy little fingers wrap around the trigger
Crazy little fingers
Climbing up that maple tree
Out in my backyard
Getting up was easy
Coming down was hard
Muggers on the corner
Potholes in the street
Magnets in my autocar
Poison in my sheets.
Crazy little fingers wrap around the trigger
Crazy little fingers
I got a good friend baby
We have a real good time
We don't have no secrets
Well just a few sometimes
We won't live forever
No matter what we do
But we might stay together
I think that would be cool
Crazy little fingers wrap around the trigger
Crazy little fingers
Crazy
Words and music ©1991 by Mike Starling
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
||||
5. |
Insomnia
03:26
|
|||
Up all night, up all day, I can't sleep a wink
Take all kinds of sleeping pills but they don't even make me blink
Eyes all red, legs feel dead, weird thoughts runnin' 'round my head
I'm about to lose it, God I need some sleep
Insomnia
Men of science, men of skill, men of schooling
Working long into the night in laboratories
Studying the lower primates, depriving them of sleep
Turn them into crazy, raving, psycho chimpanzees
Insomnia
R.E.M. that's what I need, peaceful restful sleep
All I get is delirium tremens, the DTs
Can't sleep when I want to
When I want to, I can't sleep
Now my dreams won't go away
They're with me throughout the day
Insomnia
Words and music © Mike Starling
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
||||
6. |
Milky Way
03:51
|
|||
Comet Kahoutek looked like a firefly
It was just a no-show in the summer sky
Radio transmissions bouncin’ off the dishes
Quasars and shootin’ stars, flags and secret missions
Livin’ in the Milky Way
Just a little point of light in the big black sea of space.
Livin’ in the Milky Way
Carl Sagan is on the tube tonight
He’s got a billion bucks tucked away out of sight
Nuclear winter and constellations, sister
Refractor telescope, hey, try this black hole on for size
Livin’ in the Milky Way
Just a little point of light in the big black sea of space.
Livin’ in the Milky Way
Climate air-conditioned, we’re such good magicians
Concrete and steel and oil, you can hardly see the sky
Miles and miles of pavement so we can go where we went
Runnin’ in circles and we’re runnin’ out of time
Livin’ in the Milky Way
Just a little point of light in the big black sea of space.
Livin’ in the Milky Way
Words and music ©1991 Mike Starling
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
||||
7. |
Experience
03:00
|
|||
Experience is what you get
When you don't get what you want
Experience is all I get from you
But experience, that ain't what I want
Oh I keep searchin'
Lookin' for a girl like you
With all the nice parts and none of the bad
Keep searchin' but I still don't have a clue
Experience is what they want
But not too much or you're sunk
Experience is what they wanna use
Without it you're out of luck
Oh I keep searchin'
Lookin' for a girl like you
With all the nice parts and none of the bad
Keep searchin' but I still don't have a clue
Experience is what you get, you get
When you don't get what you want
Experience is all I get from you
Now you'll experience that I'm gone
Oh I keep searchin'
Lookin' for a girl like you
With all the nice parts and none of the bad
Keep searchin' but I still don't have a clue
Words and music ©1996 Mike Starling
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
||||
8. |
Livin' on the Lam
02:12
|
|||
Coffee's drippin' in the kitchen
Vicki's puttin' on her makeup in the living room
And here I am
Livin' on the lam again
Just another day
Only one front door key
So they leave one in the hallway just for me
Yeah, here I am
Stayin' with friends again
Just another day
Dishes are pilin' up
Gonna get to them by Sunday
Procrastinate
Pocrastinate again
Just another day
Words and music ©1986 Mike Starling
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
||||
9. |
Arkansas
03:51
|
|||
C'mon Patty, you gotta help me load this truck
Nickel on the sidewalk says that I'm in luck
Don't tell anybody, we might not make it out
I'm so sick of everything, I'm leavin' without a doubt
Down to Arkansas
Got a loan from Grandma to get on down the road
Got all my guitars, it ain't too much of a load
I cut my hair, I don't care, as long as I got a job
Crash out in a trailer, but I won't be too long
Down in Arkansas
C'mon Patty, you gotta help me load this truck
Quarter on the sidewalk says that I'm in luck
Don't tell anybody, we might not make it out
I'm so sick of everything, I'm leavin' without a doubt
Down to Arkansas
Words and musc ©1989 Mike Starling and Jim Peterson
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
||||
10. |
|
|||
Drum machine and a Casio
In the basement studio
Drum machine and a Casio
It’s out of control
We’re the last generation of rock ’n’ roll
I used to read the Rolling Stone
Now it’s just turned into Vogue
For the yuppies and the Deadhead clones
Used to read the Rolling Stone
It didn’t die before it got old
We’re the last generation of rock ’n’ roll
I don’t listen to the radio
I’m gonna make a video
So forget about the radio
It didn’t die before it got old
We’re the last generation of rock ’n’ roll.
Words and music ©1992 Mike Starling
Published by Bean Hoy Music (BMI)
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Mike Starling, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp