Stars from Instinctive Drowning by Chris Orrick
"Most musicians live a dual life: The one where they get to be entertainers and be famous a few hours every night and feel like a star and the one where they wonder how they're going to tell their girlfriend they don't have rent money that month" - Red Pill
Tracklist
| 4. | Stars | 3:01 |
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Lyrics
VERSE
So what's a Capricorn to do about this world that he was born into?/Still feel like I got more to prove/Should I have a couple kids/go to work all day/then pour a double gin/be only worth my pay?/'Cuz I'm broke and barely famous/partying with people that don't know what my name is/but they wanna buy my shots/and I'm like why not?/Cuz I can't afford them anyways/Now I'm traveling the world/with some people I looked up to when I really was a no one/And I just wanna see my girl/but she's alone at home and I could really use a cold one/I still don't feel in place/I'm the weird guy at the party sitting awkward in the corner/and they can see it on my face/so let me slide up outta here and hit the bar to place my order
CHORUS
I find myself in situations/that make me feel I'm almost famous/They want my smile but I can't fake it/like here we are now entertain us/I played shows on sixty stages/then I came home and can't make payments/They want my smile but I can't fake it/like here we are now entertain us/And all I see is stars, in everybody else/And all I see is stars, in everybody but myself
VERSE
Cuz look, this little Capricorn has always been inadequate/you can go ahead and laugh at it/I was the new kid at my middle school/awkward and afraid of all the roles I'm trying to fit into/And nothing's really changed/In fact it's getting worse I feel it digging even deeper/I always felt strange/Missing school because I'm anxious lying to my teachers/Depression is a bitch/Hated everyone around me cuz they always seemed perfect/And I was just a little kid/Now I'm on my way to thirty and I still feel worthless
CHORUS
I find myself in situations/that make me feel I'm almost famous/They want my smile but I can't fake it/like here we are now entertain us/I played shows on sixty stages/then I came home and can't make payments/They want my smile but I can't fake it/like here we are now entertain us/And all I see is stars, in everybody else/And all I see is stars, in everybody but myself
Credits
vocals by Red Pill
produced by Ill Poetic
mixed by Charlie Beans
mastered by Eric Morgeson
photograph by Ron Jude
License
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Chris Orrick is the patron saint of a poisoned world. The blue-collar MC writes spiteful chants for the permanently scarred, death letters for the forgotten, surly hymns for charcoal lungs. Think Bukowski on an eloquent bender, swapping wine for whiskey, a notepad for a glowing LED screen, the race track for the recording booth. These are anthems for the irate, over-educated and under-valued.