1. |
Slow It Down
03:27
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Slow It Down (R Fink)
The hand of fate,
Has smacked my face,
And there’s no trace of you.
I can’t abide,
My own demise,
When you’re away from view.
Oh baby, what’s your hurry now?
You got to slow it down.
Hey hey.
Oh baby, what’s your hurry now?
You got to slow it down.
Hey hey.
I slipped and fell,
Into your spell.
I’m not so well you see.
It’s not my fault.
Your cruel assault,
Has made a wreck of me.
The bell has chimed,
And now it’s time,
For me to finally say,
So long my friend.
We’ve reached the end,
Like sinking castaways.
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2. |
Let's Go!
04:01
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Let’s Go! (R Fink)
Hey there, you were caught in a landslide,
While I was watching from ringside,
And now I see that you are what you are.
Hey there, I know exactly what you do,
Cause I been looking right through you,
And every bridge is a bridge too far.
Remember back when you were young,
Smilin’ like a bishop in a pickup truck.
You came too quick.
You’re out of luck,
So let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!
Remember when you said goodbye,
Bitter little teardrops in your eyes.
Then you became what you despise,
So let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!
Hey there, I hear you knockin’ on my door,
But I ain’t got what you came for.
You got no business here after all.
Hey there, you traded up to a hate crime.
You’re going down for the last time,
Who’s gonna catch you the day you fall?
Is that you my little dragonfly?
“Are you sad?” said I.
Boo hoo.
Is that blood upon your windowpane,
Or is it just the rain?
Boo hoo.
The lies begin to tell themselves.
They split the night like wedding bells.
A bit too old for casting spells...
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3. |
Sunshine
02:56
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Sunshine (R Fink)
Sunshine,
I don’t want to wake up.
No rhyme,
Or reason for the breakup.
Now I’m feeling kind of broken down.
Sunlight,
Shining through my window.
Hold me tight.
I wonder where did we go,
Wrong or right,
I’m feeling kind of broken down.
Every night,
I think about tomorrow.
I can’t fight,
The never bending sorrow,
Of a lonely life.
I’ve cheated begged and borrowed,
But no I don’t think I can make it.
Sunshine,
I don’t want to wake up.
No rhyme,
Or reason for the breakup.
Now I’m feeling kind of broken down.
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4. |
Dogs
02:48
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Dogs (R Fink)
Suckered by the shackles of a mystery.
Born beneath the halo of a tragedy.
Everybody knows that the world has gone to the dogs.
Trippin’ on a pimp-sized paradise.
Preach your holy bible by candle light.
Everybody knows that the world has gone to the dogs.
My baby’s born again.
She took me for a friend,
But I just can’t comprehend what that means.
Guilty as a cop with a bad toupee.
All the pretty girls tend to misbehave.
Everybody knows that the world has gone to the dogs.
You could be the leader of your own brigade.
Long as you believe in every word we say.
Everybody knows that the world has gone to the dogs.
Take your place and tell yourself it’s all for real.
You could be the winner of this shady deal.
Everybody knows that the world has gone to the dogs.
Don’t put yourself in anybody else’s shoes.
Just keep your sad position as you light the fuse.
Everybody knows that the world has gone to the dogs.
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5. |
Marigolds
02:31
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Marigolds (R Fink)
Colors sing to me in Springtime.
That's my personal point of view.
But the marigolds have taken hold of you.
Blooms will paint the trees in Springtime.
That's what blooms are s'pose to do.
But the marigolds have taken hold of you.
Tomorrow's shining brightly in your eyes.
Sadness disappears behind the moon.
Will you come back to me in Springtime?
To the place our garden grew?
Where the marigolds have taken hold of you.
Where the marigolds have taken hold of you.
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6. |
It's My Party
02:49
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7. |
Sometimes a Symphony
04:20
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Sometimes a Symphony (R Fink)
Goodnight, sweet thing.
Close your eyes.
The sandman is creeping.
Another day's gone by.
Moonbeams are searching,
For someplace to hide.
I believe they won't find it,
Before morning arrives.
But sometimes a symphony,
Is playing in my mind.
The sound of my vanity,
Could make me feel fine.
And sometimes a melody,
Will make me forget,
That love will not find me,
When I lay down my head.
Goodnight, sweet thing.
Say a prayer.
The angels in Heaven,
Are waiting out there.
Darkness will find you,
And set you free.
And dreams may remind you,
Of what will not be.
When I lay down my head,
The moment arrives,
When all that has gripped me,
Seems so big and so wide.
When I lay down my head,
You know I believe,
I know...
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The Brokenhearted Side of Town (R Fink)
You were wrong.
I was right.
We were itching for a fight last night.
Of course you knew,
That I blamed you,
But that’s okay.
I spoke up.
You shut down,
Looking sadder than a velvet clown.
There are no rules,
For two grown fools,
And their stupid games.
Don’t let the bastards get you down,
Cause we're headed for the brokenhearted side of town.
You were in.
I was out.
Never sure what it was all about.
Black and blue.
Worn out shoes,
And love in vain.
So, you cried,
And I denied,
We’d been conquered by the great divide.
What was true,
For me and you,
Was not the same.
If we could talk,
There’d be no walking,
Down the stairs to empty cars.
Or trips to crowded bars.
Where others who don’t know us never show us who we are.
Who we are.
I was wrong.
You were right.
We were itching for a fight last night.
Of course I knew,
You blamed me too,
But that’s okay.
You spoke up.
I shut down,
Feeling sadder than a velvet clown.
There are no rules,
For two grown fools,
And their stupid games.
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9. |
Tiny Planet
02:50
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Tiny Planet (R Fink)
What is faith?
What is fear?
Have we faith in fear?
The mirror makes it clear.
Could it be that we're alright?
This tiny planet sleeps tonight.
Bitter tears,
May fall from God.
Bitter truth may whisper words,
That poke and prod.
Take my hand,
And hold on tight.
This tiny planet sleeps tonight.
What is the shape of our lies?
What is the shape of our lies?
Have no fear,
For all is well.
And we only drink and use,
To break the spell.
But if it's true,
And we're just fine,
This tiny planet sleeps tonight.
What is the shape of our lies?
What is the shape of our lies?
What is fear?
What is faith?
Is it something broken,
In the human race?
And if not we,
Then who will find,
This tiny planet sleeps tonight.
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10. |
Daydream
02:57
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Daydream (R Fink)
Wedding bells are ringing,
In our quiet little town.
Every screen door swinging,
Makes a most familiar sound.
When the sun is sinking down,
Behind the hills so green and brown,
I will love you very well.
Has your dog gone digging,
Running home with what she's found?
While the wind is singing,
To paper ghosts who dance around?
When the sun is sinking down,
Behind the hills so green and brown,
I will love you very well.
Autumn leaves are falling all around my head.
I remember every word you said.
It's all in a daydream.
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Rick Fink Brooklyn, New York
In 2018 former Gas House Gorillas' front man Rick Fink and producer Harley Fine began working in earnest at Super 70 Studio
in Beacon, NY on what would be the singer songwriter's first solo recording. The results were a breezy blast of Power Pop and Rock n Roll with sweet harmonies, edgy lyrics and a touch of 70's Glam.
THE INFINITE NOW & THEN
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