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We thought you'd have some fun reading the lyrics and listening to clips from our CD, Busted! Just scroll down the page to read all of the original lyrics. Click on our best pal and his CD to download a 2-meg MP3 medley of all the songs on our first album. Busted is the first of many albums we plan to do. If you like what you see and hear and want a copy of Busted! you can buy it directly from the band by sending e-mail to BIOTD, or you can purchase on line from CDBaby Just click the highlighted texts! To download our medley, scratch Busted behind his ears anytime he shows up. He loves that!

photo by Bruce Chan
True Believer

Parallel Lines






True Believer
(Phil Missimore)

She says that things just arenít working out
And itís time to move on
He shakes his head and keeps holding out
He keeps holding on, he keeps holding on

She says sheís thought it all over
And itís better this way
He says he wants to start over
And he thinks sheíll stay, he thinks sheíll stay

True believer, you hang your heart on a line
True believer, you tell yourself itíll work the next time
So you try

He says the truth is the hardest thing
And maybe sheís right
She bows to look at the diamond ring
He bought her one night

He says he wonít try to hold her back
And itís better this way
She knows her heart keeps on turning back
And she thinks sheíll stay, she thinks sheíll stay

Loveís open question
A lesson thatís learned
A heart that gets hardened
Is not easily burned

Phil Missimore - Vocals & Bass
Kevon Cottrell - Acoustic Guitar & Background Vocals
Robin Rourke - Acoustic Guitar, Steel Guitar & Background Vocals
Leo Mankiewicz - Violin
John Hasty - Drums

Parallel Lines
(Kevon Cottrell)

Drink the water from a country stream
Feel the freshness when youíre out that way
Cleans your mind out
Leaves it room to stray

Seems like I never get to stay
Parallel lines are in my life to stay

Driving northward toward Hanalei
Off the highway, place Iíd like to go and stay
Thereís running streams and
No one else around

Seems like I never get to stay
Crooked highway takes me on my way

And with these three friends, wind, sun and sea
One to keep me warm and one to blow my past away
One to sit and talk with
Till my dying day

Seems like I never get to stay
Parallel lines are in my life to stay

Kevon Cottrell - Vocals & Acoustic Guitar
Robin Rourke - Acoustic 12-String Guitar, Steel Guitar & Background Vocals
Phil Missimore - Bass
Leo Mankiewicz - Violin
John Hasty - Drums
Rene Del Fierro - Electric Guitar
Nancy Hall - Percussion

Proud Horse

Thinkin'
Proud Horse
(Robin Rourke)

I say hey, babe, I got something to say to you
The way I feel about you, itís the least I could do
Youíve got so much, youĎve got so much
Now tell me why the blues, babe, are all over you

Hop down off of that big proud horse
Put your feet on the ground
Feel the earth, feel the earth

Go ahead and feel the earth, you gotta see the earth,
You need to need the earth, go ahead and be the earth

Fly, fly, fly, fly far away
Feel, feel, feel, feel baby feel

You know the earth calls you
Find out what it wants with you
The earth needs you, the earth needs you
The earth calls you

Robin Rourke - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Kevon Cottrell - Acoustic Guitar & Background Vocals
Phil Missimore - Bass
Leo Mankiewicz - Violin
John Hasty - Drums
Rene Del Fierro - Electric Guitar
Lee Parvin - B3 Organ

(Whatís the) Thinkiní
(Kevon Cottrell)

When all your saints are suicides
The alcohol you hide behind
Has gone and left you high and dry
You find youíre dying deep inside

Whatís the thinkiní behind all of your drinkiní

You say the world has abandoned you
Well I think you have abandoned you
Youíve fallen into dark despair
When are you coming up for air

Whatís the thinkiní behind all of your drinkiní

So whatís the last verse gonna be
Surprise for you or surprise for me
Youíre not the first to sink so low
The question is how low you go

Whatís the thinkiní behind all of your drinkiní
Itís the drinkiní behind all of your thinkiní

Kevon Cottrell - Vocals & Acoustic Guitar
Robin Rourke - Acoustic Guitar & Background Vocals
Phil Missimore - Bass
Leo Mankiewicz - Violin
John Hasty - Drums
Lee Parvin - Piano

Treat Her Like a Lady

Summer Day
Treat Her Like A Lady
(Robin Rourke)

Early in the morning
You lean your head against the face of your window
Green eyes and fair soft skin
Hair of gold as it flows on your pillow
Treat her like a lady
Treat her as you love her, sheís your lady

Treat her as you love her, treat her like a lady
Sheís your lady



Later in the evening
Moonlight streaming in on your shoulders
Sheís gonna teach you things, boy
Gonna make you feel just a little bit older

Robin Rourke - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar & Dobro Guitar
Kevon Cottrell - Acoustic Guitar & Background Vocals
Phil Missimore - Bass
Leo Mankiewicz - Violin
John Hasty - Drums

Summer Day
(Phil Missimore)

Your blood was rising with the sun
Sweet amnesia for what youíve done
The deed is done now, you canít turn back
You canít make up for the things you lack
The ghost that haunts you in the night
Still casts its shadow in the light
Feel the sunlight burn you as you turn to walk away
In the summer day

Your blood was turning into wine
Each time she kissed you, no track of time
But then you saw her with someone new
The wine turned into a witchís brew
So you took her to the lake last night
Nobody saw you, no moon in sight
Feel the sunlight burn you as you turn to walk away
In the summer day

Your blood was rising, they hear you tell
You fought and argued, she slipped and fell
You tried to save her but it was too late
And now youíre grieving, a wretched fate
But when the sunlight hits your eyes
Her face swims up to you and tells the lie
Feel the sunlight burn you as you turn to walk away
In the summer day

Phil Missimore - Vocals, Bass & Electric Guitar
Kevon Cottrell - Acoustic Guitar & Background Vocals
Robin Rourke - Background Vocals
Leo Mankiewicz - Violin
John Hasty - Drums
Lee Parvin - B3 Organ

Home at Last
Teresa

Change My Tune
Home At Last
(Phil Missimore)

Just like a sailor at sea who comes to his senses
I need a place that I can call home
Just like that man on the bow who waits for his harbor
I seek a refuge all of my own

Iím going back to a place where I belong
Iím going back cause Iíve been away so long
You know itís hard to believe how soon your time is past
And Iím finally home, Iím finally home, finally home, home at last

Just like a child in the night who cries out in darkness
I looked for answers that I could not see
Just when I thought I was lost, my eyes were opened
And I finally found you, right next to me

Iím going back to a place where I belong
Iím going back cause Iíve been away so long
You know itís hard to believe how soon your time is past
And Iím finally home, Iím finally home, finally home, home at last

Iím going back to a place where I belong
Iím going back cause Iíve been away so long
You know itís part of the plan to see tomorrow in the past
And Iím finally home, Iím finally home, finally home, home at last

Phil Missimore - Vocals, Bass & Electric Guitar
Kevon Cottrell - Acoustic Guitar & Background Vocals
Robin Rourke - Acoustic Guitar & Background Vocals
Leo Mankiewicz - Violin
John Hasty - Drums






Teresa
(Robin Rourke & Leo Mankiewicz)

Instrumental

Robin Rourke - Acoustic Guitar
Kevon Cottrell - Acoustic Guitar
Phil Missimore - Bass
Leo Mankiewicz - Violin
Nancy Hall - Percussion
George Del Fierro - Congas








Change My Tune/4-5-6 (Same Old Song)
(Kevon Cottrell)

You know Iím crazy
Iím lazy too
Iím just sort of hazy
On what to do

But before Iím through, you know Iím gonna change my tune

Donít know if I should
Donít know if I oughta
If you leap off a bridge
Expect to hit water

And before Iím through, you know Iím gonna change my tune

Cause Iíve been watching you closely
Youíre developing style
Itís up to you mostly, donít be scared to try
Cause whoís to say that it ainít any good
Who knows the way back out of these woods

And before Iím through, you know Iím gonna change my tune

Weíll Iíve been sitting here singing a song
Brightens up my day
And if I close my eyes I can almost make
My lonesome blues fade away

Itís the same old words and the same old tune
Done the same old way
You donít have to listen very hard to hear what I have to say

But it wonít take long till Iím back on my feet again
Paying my bills with a song
Soon Iíll be trading in my solitude
For some three part harmony

Well it donít take long for influence to grow
Youíve had your effect on me
And just like the way that the gravity calls,
Your energy is drawing me

Itís the same old words and the same old tune
Done the same old way
I feel like something is not quite right
My spirit has drained away

Kevon Cottrell - Vocals & Acoustic Guitar
Robin Rourke - Acoustic Guitar, Steel Guitar & Background Vocals
Phil Missimore - Bass & Background Vocals
Leo Mankiewicz - Violin
John Hasty - Drums
Rene Del Fierro - Electric Guitar
Nancy Hall - Percussion
George Del Fierro - Congas


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