Back in my late teens I frequented the Pointless Waste of Time forums, a comedy site belonging to Jason Pargin, later writer of the John Dies at the End series. The little I remember of my teenage years was beyond miserable, but I looked forward to a few things; one of them was the songs that a member of that forum posted regularly. His name was Tim Cameron, an intelligent, funny and honest British fellow who made music that I still vibe with. He later formed a band that he called Colours Run. They seemed to be on the path to grandeur (appeared on live shows and such), only for Tim to suddenly call quits on the whole thing, move to the US, and never be heard from again. That happened about twenty years ago.

His songs disappeared from the internet. As much as I would have loved over the years to listen to them again, they were gone. A few years ago, though, I came across an ancient CD in which I had burned some, unfortunately not all, of his songs I had downloaded.

I want others to know of this creative dude and his talents, which used to brighten my horrid days, so I plan to post on here all twelve recordings I have left of his. Tim, if you happened to google your old band out of nostalgia and came across this site, I’ll take them down if you want. And thank you for your songs.

Without further ado, here’s the original version of “Before the War.”

Here’s a recording of “Before the War” from a live event they did:

Lyrics below:

When we lost the human race
All our brains got replaced,
And all these robots never laugh
At my jokes.

So take me back before the war.
Take these things, they’re all yours.
There’s nothing, nothing worth
Fighting for.

You stole my drugs, crashed my car,
But you left no lasting scars.
Retribution slipped so soft,
Like a blade.

We blew it up, knocked it down.
Never tried giving ground, and now
There’s nothing left of love
But what I saved.

I get tired winning games
When the pieces never change,
And all the clever moves you make
Seem so tame.

You can sulk if you want.
Don’t you wonder what’s the point
When there’s nothing left of love
Worth sulking for?

Did you cry when you left me?

Another year older,
The world on my shoulders,
And I’m still no closer
To finding a girl
Who won’t bore me to tears.
Not here.

There’s nothing worth fighting for.
Don’t remember what I did before the war.