1) The Stars

2) Better to be Human

3) Glass Horse

4) Souls

5) A Decade in the Shadows

6) My Lizard Preacher

7) Small Town Hero

8) Citizen

9) Life is a Lens

10) Every Day I Wonder



Celebrating 10 years as a composition partnership, Dunlop and Radford embarked to produce an album that had a little bit of old tunes and new ones. The Stars was a song that was written in 2005 and featured on Shock of the Cold's unreleased album "Reflections of Reality". Small Town Hero and Every Day I Wonder were also songs from the duo's backlog.


Released October 17, 2015

Recorded/Mixed/Mastered 08/14 - 08/15 at Viaduct Studios

All songs written, produced and copyrighted by

Dunlop/Radford 2015. All rights reserved.

Published by Monkey Chomp 2015

Represented by Viaduct Records

Cover art by Hill Dunlop



Stolen someone elses thunder

Rode in on someone elses storm

Keeping two feet on the ground

No longer gravity cannot

Hold you down

On top of the world and laughing

Howling at the moon at night

Getting something out of nothing

Growling wings and taking flight

Into the stars that shine

Behind what is reality seeing beyond the universal

And the lightest touch that sets us free

Vitamin c and phds to be given

Beliefs never known

Wrapped up in a life

Not satisfying

On the edge of something

Beautiful that cannot be described.

Stop crying start smiling block out

The ambulance sirens

Caffine shakes and live wired

Head shringing all the time.



Life in slow motion can have its flaws

See something in the distance but you can’t change its course

If you were invisible you’d just be ignored

You’d offer salvation without any reward

It’s better to be human

Than super human

Happy to just be myself

It’s better to be human

Than super human

Happy just being myself

There’s champagne in first class

But not if you can fly

Maybe live forever only see your friends

And family die

Maybe stop a train in the pouring rain

But they still don’t run on time

Telepathy is not for me

I cannot stand the lies



When this union begins to fade

And the paper moon is torn

Watch the world suffocate

In a plastic bag

So your ride a glass horse through the street

And feel it shatter underneath

Into the darkness

Let the horse break

Like the son your father hates

When your arms hide your veins

And the spoon is full of blood

All you held will escape

And leave you sad



We can deconstruct reality and rearrange the parts

Lets try to make this world a better place

You’re in my thoughts.

But the pain of salvation is written in my face

With arms wide open, they reject my embrace

You’ve been at war with your self

You made me wear a crown of thorns

And the iron throne you made your home

Really isn’t yours,

Even if you took it by force.

Sketch your soul standing strong, this is crazy crazy love

Give confession to a priest. Your soul hangs above

You’ll be a ghost, a memory a voice in the dark

And you shall dine in hell, with memories laced with bitter laughs

You shall not ever rest in peace

You shall never ever fall asleep

Everyday shall be the same

Everyday’s the same.



Can’t answer the phone

My location’s unknown.

They broke my bones

And burnt my home, oh yeah.

I changed my name

They think that I’m dead.

And nothing remains

Never to return again.

I’m living in the shadows

Moving place to place.

Living life on the run

In the shadow of the shadows.

I’m living in the shadows

Moving place to place.

Living life on the run

In the shadow of the shadows.

There’s a horse’s head

And it’s in my bed.

Red dot on my chest

I’m infrared.

I won’t fall where I stand

I escape and make plans.

To leave this town

While I still can.

Living life on the run

In the shadows



Choose Country


It began on a lazy winters morning, I was feeling psychopathic.

I was an octopus in waiting, a paper-faced clown, a lady's play thing.

She was my preacher, my lizard like creature, my addict and my teacher.

We use to brew so well together, back when I was a boy.

We drank together in devil's heaven, played with worms, and their toys.

She was my preacher, my lizard like creature, my addict and my teacher.

She smashed a talking mirror, with a hammer, the next day.

I thought my knuckles had been broken, my scars, burst into flames!



He held the world in his hands

But now his knuckles bleed

He used to think he had it all

But he’s had to sell his dreams

Small Town Hero you’re a Zero

When you moved it all went wrong

Just another fish in life’s big pond

Once he wore the peoples crown

But now there’s no respect

He can’t get laid or get good grades

So he has to cheat on tests.

Small Town Hero…

Years ago he was in the flow

But now the rivers dry

Out of the groove not in the mood

He stays at home, alone, at night

Small Town Hero…



Questions written in deepest red lost on careless hands

The fiercest monsters from the sea drift across the sand

People born in Galilee ponder problems shelved with lies

Bony fingers grasp at throats so words can be denied

I’m see through

I’m  just a citizen

Fragile and in pieces

I’m see through

I’m  just a citizen

Fragile and in pieces

Light a match across a tongue bursting into flames

Body’s spasm like a genie contorted in a lamp

Lungs made of heavy iron drown in a sea of clownsI made my home in The last days of Rome

When the circus was in town



Lady luck died laughing

Rolling down a hill

She kept my good ship sailing

But now I’m like a third wheel

In a sea of souls there are echoes

Of a hidden past

To know the truth you must look

Through the looking glass

Life is a lens

That magnifies

The best and worst of time

It’s a restless tide

You can change your mind

But can’t change your design

All the dogs were barking

Howling at the moon

Inside my mouth I was born

With a silver tongue and spoons

In a sea of lies I was baptised

Hidden from the truth

Never knew just who I was

Or who I should ask



Brittle and bruise but still alive

There’s no where to hide

Just like the suns which leaves the sky

One day I’ll die

Everyday I wonder why

Why were we made to Die?

A little confused but still I try

I try to survive

Can’t I ask the question why

Why were we made to die?

Everyday I wonder why

Why were we made to Die?

Everyday I wonder why

Why were we made to Die?








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