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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Bar Stool Preachers
The Bar Stool Preachers
Performer
Alexander Whibley-Conway
Alexander Whibley-Conway
Drums
Alexander Hay
Alexander Hay
Synthesizer
Tom J. McFaull
Tom J. McFaull
Lead Vocals
Thomas Gibbs
Thomas Gibbs
Electric Guitar
Karl Jeffery
Karl Jeffery
Electric Bass Guitar
Karl Smith
Karl Smith
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Whibley-Conway
Alexander Whibley-Conway
Songwriter
Thomas James McFaull
Thomas James McFaull
Songwriter
Alexander Hay
Alexander Hay
Songwriter
Thomas Gibbs
Thomas Gibbs
Songwriter
Karl Jeffery
Karl Jeffery
Songwriter
Karl Smith
Karl Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

You gotta listen to yourself
Don't put too much stock
In anybody else's opinions of you
Are they wearing your shoes?
Another late night mission with this crippling hesitation to find you
We left it too late
And now we're wondering
Why there's another light on
Another candle in another window for a part of you
That's never coming home
When she said she loved you
Did she mean she loved you
Or just the idea, of what you could do, for her?
It's all turned blue for you
It used to be silver and gold
But, now, you just do what you're told
Suburbia has eaten what you've grown
And now, it's all gone cold
These days I don't mind doing anything
As long as I remember it
My mind, and my memory have both gone to
Pot calls the kettle "black" and swung around the back
For a final drag meet
Salt the earth and scorch my feet
Because I'm here with my same bag of used opinions
When I said I loved you
Did I mean I loved you
Or just the idea of what I could do for you?
It's all turned blue for me
I've lived my life in red, gold and green
But, now I've seen all I'll see
Suburbia has reaped what I sowed
And now, it's all gone cold
I've got a spring in my step but nowhere to spring to
And if I squint at this lamp post maybe it looks like the moon
But I never expected my hard choices to come to career versus life
I don't like having to make bad decisions for you
It's all turned blue for you
It used to be silver and gold
But, now, we just do what we're told
Suburbia has eaten what we've grown
And now, it's all gone cold
Written by: Alexander Hay, Alexander Whibley-Conway, Karl Eric Trevor Jeffery, Karl Gary Smith, Thomas Gibbs, Thomas James McFaull
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