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FLSTF
02:54
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FLSTF
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
Take a single lane river road, salt and blood refines
On an FLSTF, loud-mouth Vance and Hines.
I was up all night, ride had done me right
Shined a full moon in the bunk.
Had the Indiana shaman on the radio
Convalescent as the shadows shrunk.
Come to me sweet mystery, you better take me like I am.
A steel-bent, two-cent, chrome-dipped shepherd’s
Misspent-loving lamb.
String a candy apple box, with the sanctified design.
Keep the magic at hand when the words get lost
And your letter to the wind in mind.
Don’t you sit unsound about my hanging around
When you charge my love for rent.
I had to break a couple hearts in the name of the game
And now I’ve finally got a message sent.
Come to me sweet mystery, you better take me like I am.
A steel-bent, two-cent, chrome-dipped shepherd’s
Misspent-loving lamb.
Copyright 2015.
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The Rider's Sake
04:55
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The Rider’s Sake
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
Too much to do
To sit around this played out house a’ crying
And this moss reminds, that even he got born for growing
Not for dying
And I’ve known I’m bound
To get back on that mountain highway flying
And to hear the sounds
Of early birds as the misty daylight shines
It hasn’t all been bad
I’ve cheered the summer river flowers blooming
And held fast to pals
As smoky skies turned cold at winter’s looming
And it’s here I’ve learned
That even perfect weathered manes come time for grooming
But I’m proud to say
This horse’s wilder hairs might fix the wind
Drops will roll, and hearts will break
And backs shall mend, for the rider’s sake
And chips we’ll win, with dreams at stake
In the lead of love
And a fair “so long”
To hang ups on the bricks condemned for ruin
The bags are full
They’ve always been, there’s nothing left for doing
The morning’s young
The steamrolled blacktop vigil blood is brewing
It breaks the chains, I’m justified to leave behind
Drops will roll, and hearts will break
And backs shall mend, for the rider’s sake
And chips we’ll win, with dreams at stake
In the lead of love
Copyright 2017.
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Bury My Bone
02:51
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Bury My Bone
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
Looking out across the future from a short pitch pine
And then I blew it from an engine ‘cross a dandelion
There wasn’t time for luck, there wasn’t time for dying
And I wasn’t ‘bout to bury my bone
Bury my bone
Bury My bone
Shucking my heart like a fleur de lis
And I wasn’t ‘bout to bury my bone
Gnawing on a vision through a soup July
Chasing psychedelics ’til the tank runs dry
Shucking my heart like a fleur de lis
And I wasn’t ‘bout to bury my bone
Bury my bone
Bury my bone
Shucking my heart like a fleur de lis
And I wasn’t ‘bout to bury my bone
Copyright 2017.
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4. |
Good Money, Good Time
02:33
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Good Money, Good Time
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
Big rig man, heaven help me on the 389
Big rig man, heaven help me on the 389
I don’t make good money but I make good time
I’ve got a little bitty girl at every truck stop
But I never let it go to my head
I order one black cup, two eggs over easy
And they bring it to me in my bed
I’m a big rig man, heaven help me on the 389
I don’t make good money but I make good time
Well, my eyelids are glued to my brow
I drove from Easton to Dallas last night
Boss says I violate to logbook
And that I’ve been eating too much of that white
I’m a big rig man, heaven help me on the 389
I don’t make good money but I make good time
Copyright 2015.
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Settling In, Settling Down
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
There ain’t a shadow of a doubt I’d up and leave this town
But I could never let my little baby down
For her it’s up at first light, I shovel load on load
For me, the long way home out on the county road
I hear the echo of a promise once I made these fields
But to the ears of god the hum of spinning wheels
If I’d taken his hand the way I take these turns
I’d likely never had learned the way
But I won’t salt any word I speak
Won’t chase tears running up no cheek
Fake no solace in the fact I’ve found
It might be settling in without settling down
Lonesome out of luck I leave the late feat show
To end a Saturday night in the strip mall glow
With faith’s word written on the tin-foil wall
Worth it’s weight in chicken parmigiana
But I won’t salt any word I speak
Won’t chase tears running up no cheek
Fake no solace in the fact I’ve found
It might be settling in without settling down
Screwing fresh pressed tags into pitted chrome
If I die in this rut I’ll feel right at home
With the big twin growling like a hungry dog
Headed straight for the heart of the pile
And I won’t salt any word I speak
Won’t chase tears running up no cheek
Fake no solace in the fact I’ve found
Through all this settling in without settling down
Copyright 2016.
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Heart Torn Out
03:07
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Heart Torn Out
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
Winged gales of white, flutter’s ‘round the bend
Something that ain’t been through here before
And won’t again
If love is balanced pain, pure and plain to see
The knives thrown so carelessly are coming back for me
So I’ll play your fool with pleasure, baby
The change in rolls is right
For I’ve left so many crying all along the gray moonlight
Now since I think I’ve found one true
It leaves such little doubt
I’m likely overdue to have my heart torn out
Her lily petal lips, are dreams that can’t be caught
And there ain’t nothing that they could ever do or say
That I ain’t thought
But when I’ve got her on the bike, the sun gets pink and low
And when she’s own my arms at night, they won’t let go
So I’ll play your fool with pleasure, baby
The change in rolls is right
For I’ve left so many crying all along the gray moonlight
Now since I think I’ve found one true
It leaves such little doubt
I’m likely overdue to have my heart torn out
Copyright 2016.
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Seven, Eight, Nine
02:28
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Seven, Eight, Nine (24 Hours)
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
When the boss yells “Coffee”
That’s the hardest that I hustle all day
And by the skin of my teeth
Is how I tend to earn my pay
And the reason Is I prioritize my time
I sleep for seven hours, work eight, and play nine
That adds to twenty-four hours
And the measure of a working man
Supposed to turn solid 0’s to gold
With an average hand
They say it’s easily done if you do it one day at a time
Sleep for seven hours, work eight, and play nine
Noon on Sunday with a buddy and a premium beer
On the fence between an hourly wage and a solid career
But there’s a rooster in your future
Plans to crow you into struggle and strife
I’ll be damned if any man or fowl
Will tell me how to live my life
And that’s a reason alone to keep it steady
While I’m walking this line
I sleep for seven hours, work eight, and play nine
Copyright 2016.
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Rodeo Time
02:51
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Rodeo Time
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
Faces in the windows along Auto Street.
Is it a dope sick lover?
Or an old drunk tying on?
Don’t you think it’s time
For falling off the vine?
Respiration’s rhyme. Pink sadistic crime.
Oily chains and an old buck’s brains in the cow ditch.
Where Uncle and I ran a drop-top off the road.
Don’t you think it’s time
For falling off the vine?
Sweetheart quit your cryin’
It’s respiration’s rhyme
With pink sadistic crime.
Don’t you think it’s time
For falling off the vine?
Respiration’s rhyme
With pink sadistic crime
Rodeo time is a’ flyin’
Sweetheart quit your cryin’.
Copyright 2017.
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Central Line Blues
02:07
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Central Line Blues
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
Ate up all the dough
Busted every stitch
Rode a streamlined train
’til the brakeman through the switch
I’m a lone papa…
Just the way the tracks unwind
Now I’m out on my own
A long way from the Central Line
Hopped a freight to Pennsylvania
Rode it down to Alabam’
Wound up in Atlanta
Threw the dice and won a ham
But I don’t eat ham…
Just the way the tracks unwind
Now I’m out on my own
A long way from the Central Line
I’ve been eyeing pretty country
Colorado by July
Pick the livestock car
Catch a midnight sky
Lone Papa…
Just the way the tracks unwind
Now I’m out on my own
A long way from the Central Line
Copyright 2015.
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10. |
Bad Milkshake
02:27
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Bad Milkshake
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
With a weekend burn on my driver-side arm
Enjoyed as bad milkshake on an asphalt farm
Raced here with the gas gauge, winning by a nose
Fill up and wonder where my little bit of money goes
I should’ve gone away to college, could’ve studied up law
Instead of hacking up lumber with a circular saw
Now if the weather don’t hold I get nothing at all
Staring through the backyard waiting on a call
Call it quick thinking, you could call it a thing
The way we roll the days together
Towards the fortune they bring
‘Cause love ain’t lightning and the cash won’t cling
Baseball season, no cable T.V.
How could nothing ‘bout the living room recognize me?
It’s either out in left field with the Martin on my knee
Or someone hitting in the bigs
And someone swinging at a tee
Call it quick thinking, you could call it a thing
The way we roll the days together
Towards the fortune they bring
‘Cause love ain’t lightning and the cash won’t cling
I guess I’ll shower up at night and put a mile on the car
Could meet my future ex-baby at a neighborhood bar
They say too work and find a girl and keep it all in a jar
But how could something get away if it couldn’t get far?
Copyright 2015.
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Good Pack Of Cards
02:15
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Good Pack Of Cards
Lyrics by: Collin J. Rocker
Poison’s been picked for the pie, babe
Like a fly goes to hell in the lard
And I’ve been stuck on Eighteen
With a snake in my jeans
And I can’t buy a good pack of cards
Spirits on Farrington Lake
Sip from canoes by the fire
Wishing you back, like change on a track
The cost of all common desire
Rounders too humble for truth
The same ones that’s too proud to fold
Shall be taken to task, by the half filled-up flask
And the dream that won’t ever get old
Spirits on Farrington Lake
Sip from canoes by the fire
Wishing you back, like change on a track
The cost of all common desire
Copyright 2015.
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Collin J. Rocker New Jersey
“Composing stories of woven images from the suburbs and shore towns of his youth, Collin J. Rocker carefully sculpts his songs, exposing a more refined poetry from the seemingly mundane.”
-Red C. Dobbs
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