Sun Creature

by Color Collective

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We would like to personally thank: Geof Gagnon for all the hard work on the CD. Brennan Gassek, Nick Gassek, Steven Betts, Tom T, Taylor Becerra, Jason (Juice) Randolph, Sean Kennedy, and Coby Randolph for being in the music video. Hillary Lawson (Mim Skilk Art) for the most beautiful CD art. Tommy Nimblett, Riley Rushton, Autumn Dion, Monica LeGrasso, Chris Wilson, Kyle Kingsbury, and Brandon Scofield for the group vocals. Susan for always being there when we need you. Brandon Kalantzis and Penuches, Neal, Nate, Tim, and Jimmy from Shaskeen, Taylor and Deb Picard for the grand piano. Friends and Family, because without you, we are nothing.

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released October 7, 2014

TJ Rushton – Vocals, Piano, & Rhythm Guitar
Matthew Baer – Lead Guitar & Backing Vocal
Jason Mashia – Bass Guitar
Seth Rand – Drums

Written by TJ Rushton, Matthew Baer, and Jason Mashia

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Misdirected Media

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Track Name: Letter Opener
to speak of the devil
she's already blown her cover
and the rest of my fair weathered friends
gathered their arrows

my hands are tied as she sees that the wolves have begun to feed
because no one escapes the flood, she leaves you drowing in your sleep

and i think we've found composure
in these half full glasses i've poured for myself
day after day

so me and my friends decided that you needed a reply
"because we'll set fire to the atlantic so you will never
have to come home again"

my hands are tied as she sees that the wolves have begun to feed
because no one escapes the flood, she leaves you drowing in your sleep
Track Name: Birch Tree Arms
i've been dreaming of these tragedies
of satires in the making
just playcate the lights
to see how far this hole goes

in threads but still in tact
when we all started to feed
in a sea of gasoline
a cove to a cellaphane home
i think its time we let the wolves back in

calamity would find its pose
as atrophy would take control
she was a devil in a guise
a false smile with stoic eyes

can you please tell me how the lonely sleep
because ive been mislead pressed in stitches trying to stay awake

she was my only match
and all i could do was bleed gasoline
withered souls and cellophane homes
i think its time we let the wolves back in

she screamed till her glass lungs broke
and cried loves for fools as the door follows
so i slept the fever off in my cold bed
and for the first time prayed to not let this be it
Track Name: New Translation
small wrists were beating against my chest
I'm giving up now
its the taste of wine and barefeet on a cold floor
as apathy danced off her lips
watch me
find how the lonely can keep the lovely

they'll call this a new translation but i know what was on that page
and the writers will keep on writing if the listener listens

maybe its the change in the tide
that should be our constant

because no one wins
Track Name: Into the Lion's Mouth (pt.1)
she nods a smile as we sleep off another codeine mess
and those trembling hands for a moment were calm

and oh the wind blows
tearing at our lungs
and oh the wind blows
its not letting up

and she grasped at shadows for anything to keep her afloat
so i drowned her in the shallows and let the water fill her throat
were all deer caught in headlights with hearts carved of stone
and even if we regan sight were all still drowning alone
(when nothing she says keeps me brave)
In verbatim repeat all the lies you said to me
its now that your tongue owes us some clarity
compiled a list of all our directions; gone wrong
but now shes speaking without her jaw

always looking for a hand to take hold
well theyre dragging me to the galllows
Track Name: 86 the Cabaña
lost in a sea of self loathing
she sheds her skin and falls back asleep
for every muse id find to just be a siren
tonight she was in my bed

oh, well bravo

patience for an unsettling tide
we could pair like caviar and a port wine

she calls my name like i know the way home
and she calls my name again
her still singing limbs
were wrapped safe in my sheets

but we could let the whiskey course threw our veins
as we drew up maps of our mechanical bodies
Track Name: High Waters
No I can't wait for you
No I can't wait for you
Because although I'll regret
All the things that I've said
No I cant wait for you

It starts with a pull
that wore me down
to my frailest of bones
and although when we met
I was a hopeless mess
I wish you could see things change

Because i know
that you know
that it shows
you're just a ghost

It was then these high waters started to come
and for a moment I forgot where I came from
a strong christian home in a town no ones knows
we collected ourselves and they collected our souls

Instead of asking for help we started hurting ourselves
till i was lost in addictions that had quite a spell
we'd be broken and beat and left for the streets
but it was then that we'd find our closest of friends

Because i know
that you know
that it shows
you're just a ghost

Quickly I learned to trust no one else
all i had in this life was my apathetic self
and lover after lover i'd push them away
because i was afraid that they wouldn't stay

and as winter pierces too the bone
it was my shallow lungs that started to grow
and my friends screamed out "There's still some hope"
but listen to me now because no where is home

Because i know
that you know
that it shows
we're just ghosts

but i'm not scared

We just live in a town where no one sleeps
because we're all stoned, and we all fucking drink
where no one sews what they reap
til the soil turns now nothing will keep
then again to towns where no one knows our name
in impoverished masses we end up the same
with the soil turned and nothing keeps
so we sold our tickets home for a round of drinks

know i cant wait for you
Track Name: No One Makes it Home
shes not much of a sailor in these waters
but ive been lost in waves and a dress
winter echoes in traces and nooses
and i cant recall the steps that brought me here

there are no perfect endings she says to my ear
there are no perfect endings and that is going to stop me

be still, as of now we're losing
control of our bodies
and she's throwing rocks in our glass house
she's throwing rocks
I've been choking on words
to vacate this soul from my body
and shes throwing rocks in our glass house
shes throwing rocks

theyre must be some goddamn light left in this state
because while this cities charming
the gallows have been calling my name
Track Name: Quite Blue
Lets just keep those words coming from your mouth
patiently ill be awaiting to stomach this down
if there is truly a resonance in these bones
then this color is fitting
you can keep your throne

articulate a way of love
of just bones and souls
and broken chords

Lets just keep those words coming from your mouth
patiently i've been sedated in a chemical cloud
if truly in increments do you measure ones soul
then this color is fitting
i can feel a pull

articulate a way of love
of just bones and souls
and broken chords

then the waves became sudden
and i almost grew certain
in patchwork one refrains
when i want to i'll believe
that maybe it was
from when we were younger
before our heads were fixed
before these apartments we fear
their ghosts still live in

it takes a toll,
but my friends we just want you to know
its a game of playing and pulling heart strings
its a game that no one wants to be king
its nothing personal
the heart has reason that reason doesnt know
its a game of playing and pulling heart strings
its a game that no one wants to be king
and it takes a delicate hands
and i was afraid that i had taught her to play