Stars and Bullet Holes Lyrics
| Song | Stars and Bullet Holes |
| Artist | Pellek |
| Album | Ocean of Opportunity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Along the west coast of a modern land, | |
| I anchored my boat in the gloom... | |
| Anxious, I walked up the steep rolling hills in the fog – | |
| In the light of the moon. | |
| Welcome travelers from Sacramento to San Francisco! | |
| Passing by miners digging for gold and silver all through the night... | |
| Fishermen, fishing for Dungeness crabs – or anything else that might bite. | |
| One of the miners hands me a strange dark rock and says, "It's all right." | |
| I turn around from this kind old man and notice a flame fierce and bright... | |
| Standing, now on top of a hill my neck skin crawls and I feel a chill – | |
| Cause at the docks my old brigantine's on fire and is sinking! | |
| Is this the end?! | |
| I wonder as I run – running faster than anyone! | |
| No, I won't surrender – I'll never back down! | |
| I'll find my own way in this prodigious town! | |
| Nothing to rescue – it's far too late – I realize as I get close, | |
| Stopping to catch my breath outside old Victorian homes. | |
| I don't have a boat to sail with no more – I guess I just have to walk... | |
| I'm heading south, crossing a giant bridge sturdy as a rock. | |
| But at the docks my old brigantine's on fire and is sinking! | |
| It's not the end! | |
| Determined, as I stroll – | |
| Head held high, I will never fall! | |
| No, I won't surrender – I'll never back down! | |
| I'll find my own way in this prodigious town! | |
| I hear bullet shots and wild horses escape away from the mainland and into the lake... | |
| And as I run towards an abandoned saloon, | |
| I notice a graveyard for hot air balloons. | |
| One has a wicker basket good as new – | |
| Another an envelope with twigs sticking through. | |
| A small sewing job now and this bag's complete – | |
| The only thing lacking is a source of heat. | |
| I check my pockets quietly, but all I have is that rock. | |
| I smash it in anger – into the ground – and notice a small spark! | |
| This isn't granite of a lump of coal but quite a magical stone... | |
| Ascending towards the sky, I guess that old man was right all along. | |
| Astounded, as I fly – | |
| Looking down at the night sky! | |
| I didn't surrender – I didn't back down! | |
| No, this ain't the end! | |
| Astounded, as I fly – | |
| Looking down at the night sky! | |
| I didn't surrender – I didn't back down! | |
| In this prodigious town! |
| Along the west coast of a modern land, | |
| I anchored my boat in the gloom... | |
| Anxious, I walked up the steep rolling hills in the fog | |
| In the light of the moon. | |
| Welcome travelers from Sacramento to San Francisco! | |
| Passing by miners digging for gold and silver all through the night... | |
| Fishermen, fishing for Dungeness crabs or anything else that might bite. | |
| One of the miners hands me a strange dark rock and says, " It' s all right." | |
| I turn around from this kind old man and notice a flame fierce and bright... | |
| Standing, now on top of a hill my neck skin crawls and I feel a chill | |
| Cause at the docks my old brigantine' s on fire and is sinking! | |
| Is this the end?! | |
| I wonder as I run running faster than anyone! | |
| No, I won' t surrender I' ll never back down! | |
| I' ll find my own way in this prodigious town! | |
| Nothing to rescue it' s far too late I realize as I get close, | |
| Stopping to catch my breath outside old Victorian homes. | |
| I don' t have a boat to sail with no more I guess I just have to walk... | |
| I' m heading south, crossing a giant bridge sturdy as a rock. | |
| But at the docks my old brigantine' s on fire and is sinking! | |
| It' s not the end! | |
| Determined, as I stroll | |
| Head held high, I will never fall! | |
| No, I won' t surrender I' ll never back down! | |
| I' ll find my own way in this prodigious town! | |
| I hear bullet shots and wild horses escape away from the mainland and into the lake... | |
| And as I run towards an abandoned saloon, | |
| I notice a graveyard for hot air balloons. | |
| One has a wicker basket good as new | |
| Another an envelope with twigs sticking through. | |
| A small sewing job now and this bag' s complete | |
| The only thing lacking is a source of heat. | |
| I check my pockets quietly, but all I have is that rock. | |
| I smash it in anger into the ground and notice a small spark! | |
| This isn' t granite of a lump of coal but quite a magical stone... | |
| Ascending towards the sky, I guess that old man was right all along. | |
| Astounded, as I fly | |
| Looking down at the night sky! | |
| I didn' t surrender I didn' t back down! | |
| No, this ain' t the end! | |
| Astounded, as I fly | |
| Looking down at the night sky! | |
| I didn' t surrender I didn' t back down! | |
| In this prodigious town! |
| Along the west coast of a modern land, | |
| I anchored my boat in the gloom... | |
| Anxious, I walked up the steep rolling hills in the fog | |
| In the light of the moon. | |
| Welcome travelers from Sacramento to San Francisco! | |
| Passing by miners digging for gold and silver all through the night... | |
| Fishermen, fishing for Dungeness crabs or anything else that might bite. | |
| One of the miners hands me a strange dark rock and says, " It' s all right." | |
| I turn around from this kind old man and notice a flame fierce and bright... | |
| Standing, now on top of a hill my neck skin crawls and I feel a chill | |
| Cause at the docks my old brigantine' s on fire and is sinking! | |
| Is this the end?! | |
| I wonder as I run running faster than anyone! | |
| No, I won' t surrender I' ll never back down! | |
| I' ll find my own way in this prodigious town! | |
| Nothing to rescue it' s far too late I realize as I get close, | |
| Stopping to catch my breath outside old Victorian homes. | |
| I don' t have a boat to sail with no more I guess I just have to walk... | |
| I' m heading south, crossing a giant bridge sturdy as a rock. | |
| But at the docks my old brigantine' s on fire and is sinking! | |
| It' s not the end! | |
| Determined, as I stroll | |
| Head held high, I will never fall! | |
| No, I won' t surrender I' ll never back down! | |
| I' ll find my own way in this prodigious town! | |
| I hear bullet shots and wild horses escape away from the mainland and into the lake... | |
| And as I run towards an abandoned saloon, | |
| I notice a graveyard for hot air balloons. | |
| One has a wicker basket good as new | |
| Another an envelope with twigs sticking through. | |
| A small sewing job now and this bag' s complete | |
| The only thing lacking is a source of heat. | |
| I check my pockets quietly, but all I have is that rock. | |
| I smash it in anger into the ground and notice a small spark! | |
| This isn' t granite of a lump of coal but quite a magical stone... | |
| Ascending towards the sky, I guess that old man was right all along. | |
| Astounded, as I fly | |
| Looking down at the night sky! | |
| I didn' t surrender I didn' t back down! | |
| No, this ain' t the end! | |
| Astounded, as I fly | |
| Looking down at the night sky! | |
| I didn' t surrender I didn' t back down! | |
| In this prodigious town! |
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