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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    Get all 16 Black Camaro releases available on Bandcamp and save 20%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Daydream Delphi, Live at the Bunkhouse (May 19, 2007), Protocol of Dreams, The Holy Landfill, Standing In Your Shadow: A Podcast, Glide On: A Hang Glider 2025 Supplemental, Xmas Jings, Hang Glider 2025, and 8 more. , and , .

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1.
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
2.
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?
3.
Dandelion 03:22
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 you’re 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 Cooking through the evening time But I always feel confined  inside the shelter of a residue
4.
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
5.
1,000 Years 04:02
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
6.
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 
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
Immortality 03:18
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
11.
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
12.
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

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.

credits

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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