Protocol of Dreams

by Black Camaro

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    Running In Place Records presents Protocol of Dreams - Limited Edition Transparent Red 12" Vinyl LP. This LP includes immediate digital download of all 12 album tracks, and a bonus download code inside the album to gift to a friend or loved one.

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about

From White People Fucked Up the Blues (2003), to The Last Menagerie (2014), the genre-bending sunburned sounds of Black Camaro have maundered the Mojave like discarded cellophane wrappers entrapped within the temporary chain-link fences that entomb Las Vegas’ Circuit City strip malls.

On Valentine’s Day 2019, celebrating their first vinyl romance with Running In Place Records (RIP006), Black Camaro presents Protocol of Dreams, a 12-song LP concerned with the achromatic spectrum of greys lying somewhere between the blackest void, and infinite whiteness.

Having warped truths whilst distilling facts across multiple albums, Protocol of Dreams, too, walks this narrow demarcation between fact & fiction, and thus, fits as perfectly within Black Camaro’s catalog, as it does the post-truth world that dominates our social and political lives. Take that, data mining algorithms.

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released February 14, 2019

All songs written, performed, and produced by Black Camaro
Black Camaro is:
Brian Garth: - guitars, bass, vocals, keys
Tom Miller - vocals, keys, guitars
with:
Scott Trujillo - drums
Jimi Fuzz Berg - congas, guitar (9)
Jordan Robins - bass (8)
K. Kilfeather - drums (9)
Zachary Donovan Flynn - tenor sax (12)
Robert Franks III - vinyl

Recorded by Brian Garth with Tom Miller at Casa De Barnardo Gallardo and Black Tahiti. Zachary Donovan Flynn tracked the sax in his grandmother’s basement, submitting the files over the internet.
Mastered for vinyl and digital by Mike Lavin

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Track Name: Standing In Your Shadow
All the live long night
All the live long day
All the live long while
All the live long way…oh yeah

If you turn me away
girl you know I’m a stay
Standing in your shadow  
until the sun goes away
until the sun goes away

In the blackest white
darker than the noon
Queen of endless night
goddess of the moon…oh yeah
  
If you turn me away
Girl you know I’m a stay
Standing in your shadow
until the sun goes away
until the sun goes away
Standing in your shadow
until the sun goes away
until the sun goes away

If you turn me away
Girl you know I’m a stay
Standing in your shadow
until the sun goes away
until the sun goes away
Track Name: Out In The Rain
After the storms, you’re 1 and done
you’ll never see her silver smile again
(get yourself out of the rain!)

After the floods in your bloody duds
and the single double rust will leave a stain
(get yourself out of the rain!)

If you smell rain on a summer day, far away
It tastes like death and jubilation
You push that machine down the avenue as fast you can
Sometimes your destiny deletes your destination
   
Out in the street, the wet concrete
the drivers slip and slide on hydroplanes
(get yourself out of the rain!)

Even the glass, reflects the past 
a drop of sorrow keeps it self-contained
(get yourself out of the rain!)

It’s 60 degrees and the rainbow grease
in the streets like a rancid roast beef marinade 
(get yourself out of the rain!)

Slivers of skin on the asphalt when
you were drifting in and out and in and out again
(get yourself out of the rain!)

If you smell rain on a summer day, far away
It tastes like death and jubilation
You push that machine down the avenue as fast you can
Sometimes your destiny deletes your destination

I, I left my, I left my skin on the street
Fresh red meat, half stuck
Still stuck in the car seat…Can you feel it? 
Can you feel the fillet on the concrete sideways?
On the rhinestone Fridays?
On the rain soaked highways?
On the blood-stained midnight roadside graves?
Track Name: Dandelion
I’m feeling fantastic
I got a feeling that I’ve never felt before
Not a single distraction
I think I’m living on a very differential world

I could do this everyday
I could do this all the time
I could dream a lower low
I can…I can probably transcend time

Dandelion…Dandelion 
 
Recognize without your eyes
and turn the light off
Cut it loose, pretend your Zeus
you take your shoes off

Put a dime into your mind
to shake the blues off
But every day is thrown away
I need another, and another day  
   
I sure miss my family
But they could never understand 
the motives I decree 
Lost in the motions
I mean I’m wondering if the motive’s 
also lost on me 

Abstract redemption
Ahh this is just proving me right
Dancing in the morning
Jamming in the afternoon
Cookig through the evening time
But I always feel confined 
inside the shelter of a residue
Track Name: When The Fun Stops
I lost at keno
but I won at roulette
Then I lost all that money  
on a come bet.

I lost my wallet
or at least what’s inside
Listen my, brother.
can you spare a dime and a dime and a dime  
any dime any time
      
Never get it back, never gonna win it back
No, I’m never gonna ever put a 20 on a red and black
Ever since I found a way to make my money back, 
they said I’ll more than likely never ever win it back

I lost on Indians
I lost on Chiefs 
I lost on the Redskins
on a safety.

I lost on blackjack,
I felt supersick
She gave me a queen
and then a 6.

Never get it back, never gonna win it back
No, I’m never gonna ever hit a 20 on a 3 and jack
Ever since I found a way to make my money back, 
they said I’ll more than likely never ever win it back

I lost my paycheck
Casino Royale
I lost on the James Bond slot
and some pai gow 

I lost cuz my judgement
it lost its appeal
But the one thing I did win  
isn’t even real, real, real nice
Track Name: 1,000 Years
American sass, critical mass “twenty-twenty”
futuristic blues and tropical bop
Out on the fringe, nobody wins “ain’t no trophies”
ain’t no motherfuckin novelty shops

But this how we blast…from the 21st century to the very last
This how we blast…from the 21st century to the very last

We are measuring the distance, between colors in the rainbow
Let the spectrum turn to music, through the prism on the window

Can you hear me crystal clearly…in your ears?
Can you feel me blasting through the atmosphere?

But this how we blast…from the 21st century to the very last

Casio/git, triple the wit… “tape recorder”
Taking orders from the soil below
Word to the wise, personalize “think about it”
No redemption in the status quo.

In a thousand years from now, if somebody hears this song?
Is it tragic because it’s true, or more tragic cuz we’re gone…long gone? (long gone)
 
We got the message that you sent us from your mezzanine 
Acropolitika you found inside a magazine 
We got this setup, we like this setup

A verbal bladder bursting
bloated and bloviating 
gotta get it out

A misinterpretation,
mismatching vacillation 

A long forgotten nation

This is how we blast…from the 21st century to the very last
Track Name: Waiting For Me
I rode the horse onto
the tail of the comet
You said you’d be waiting
the day I return

And all that I ever
could try and remember,
is how you were crying
with tears from your tear duct

Night will fall
and adhere to protocol
Put your bottles on the wall
so the sunrise shimmers inward 

Just promise me one thing
and keep your blood pumping
You’re better than I am
  when everything’s crumbling

And if we ain’t immortal
let’s slip through the portal
And find our way homeward
to wander like ghosts 
 
Night will fall
and adhere to protocol
Put your bottles on the wall
so the sunrise shimmers inward 
Track Name: Suck Out All The Color
They say we’re living in a jungle
and I got to admit I kind of feel like an animal
Looking out for bird of prey 
as we’re eating the flesh and the meat off a vertebra

It’s getting crowded in the fast lane
It’s the only way out from the bottom of the food chain
I should be looking for a shelter
cuz the sky opened up from the moment that I felt her

How’d you get your hand in mine?
How’d you get your mind inside of my mind?
In my mind

There was once a time when I could separate the blues (from red) …oh
But you neutralized the luster
you wasted the whole summer
when you sucked out all the color
 
I don't want to live my whole life
with my foot in the dirt and my hand on my pocket knife
When you’re living in the shadows  
and your mood swings till the night unravels

Every moment is a splendor
from the fifth of June to the seventh of November
Should have never been in my mind
cause the memory burns in a permanent outline

How’d you get your hand in mine?
How’d you get your mind inside of my mind?
Suck Out all the Color
From my mind…From my mind…From my mind

You wasted the whole summer when you sucked out all the color
suck out all the color

oooh…no no no no no
Now you’re gonna suck out all the…
Suck out all the color from my mind
From my mind
Track Name: Jefferson Kickstand
If you ever forgot me (girl)
I’ll be standing on the clouds in the sky…hey

Pseudosexual alpha 
bluebird cabinet delta
earthquake futuristic…tic…tic…tick…

If you ever forget my name
I’ll be standing on the back of your neck…oh yeah

slo-mo double time hothead 
infinite Jefferson kickstand
liberal mischievousssssss…POW
Track Name: Dead Generation
A fake tan…computer brand
a quart of milk, it’s made of sand
It’s made of hands, eyes from a butterfly
a Gemini borrowed from The King and I
And me and you, the perfect two

A wet sock, a shuttlecock
a shuttle bus, for each of us 
acting on a primal lust

Nothing happened in my generation 
Nothing happened in your generation
What’s the big deal with a Dead Generation?
We’re better cuz the last ones are deader than the rest of us

Nothing happened in my generation 
Nothing happened in your generation
What’s the big deal with a Dead Generation?
We’re better cuz the last ones are deader than the rest of us
Track Name: Immortality
For so long they walk this planet
paranoid and charismatic
Marching thru the streets of Paris
triple vulgar, double garish
 
Immortality - on and on and on and on
I wanna live, I wanna live! 

Immortality - on and on and on and on
I wanna live, I wanna live long
I am special anyway

Enchanted by the belly dancer
Sammy Davis Jr. concert
Everybody lose, when they cut em loose, blacker than a bruise
Who will clean up the machines? The machines will
 
I wanna live and sometimes I wanna die
even when it feels like things are going all right
And the sunshine feels like kryptonite
it lets me know that I am simply something that will fade away
To think that immortality was something I could be
I am special anyway

I wanna live, I wanna die
no, I’m pretty sure I definitely wanna live,
I just don’t wanna die until I understand the meaning of life

Immortality - on and on and on and on
I wanna live, I wanna live! 
Immortality - on and on and on and on
I wanna live, I wanna live long
I am special anyway

Immortality - on and on and on and on
I wanna live, I wanna live long

I am special anyway
I am special anyway

Immortality - on and on and on and on
I wanna live, I wanna live long
I am special anyway
Track Name: If You See Marie
Down in the panhandle land
million miles from origin
Tonic grins lead to sins
lovers, mainly with others child
         if you knew 
Raised in wild
        he could do
Mother died  
        would you stay forever and ever
Buried under the hickory

When you see Marie…
If you see Marie
Send her my regards,
even though her body is buried in the yard.

No one will ever know
     Nobody saw me there
Bear hug your body
     Buddy, our love is godly
God, He 
      told me to kiss you right
To take you from Grace that night

Now you are free girl
Out of the ground and back
into the world

Fly with Marie, now
Out in the world and around you go
All the way
Track Name: Papier-mâché
I just gave a shrug
swept it under the rug
Everything I loved

Shadows in the shade
hearts will turn into spades
Sorrows on parade

If you give me some skin
then I might let you in
My summer mausoleum
(pyramid of Giza)

If you wanted a show
I know just where to go
the public coliseum
(Julius Caesar)
 
There are people made of
papier-mâché
Wrapped in newspaper skin
and digital faces
Surely, you’ll become that way
if you don’t breathe more than two time a day 
(at… least that’s what the psychiatrist say)

And if you still have doubts
that time is running out
Have a cigar and some champagne
Buy a new car and some cocaine

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