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Track Star
Rock
Track Star was released on March 8, 2026 by DBRecords as a part of the album Track Star - Single
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Release DateMarch 8, 2026
LabelDBRecords
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duane Brindley
Duane Brindley
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duane Brindley
Duane Brindley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duane Brindley
Duane Brindley
Producer

Lyrics

Clock's out, boots on, key turns, first spark,
Cat's eyes glitter and the lanes go dark.
Lunchbox wages, but my soul rides rich,
Lean through the roundabout, feel that pitch.
Lay-by coffee, mates at the greasy spoon,
Matlock calling on a Sunday noon.
Not chasing headlines, never cared for fame,
Just A road rhythms and a whispered name.
I'm not after spotlights—give me visor glare,
Lifesaver glance and a nose full of air.
I'm a track star, rolling where the bends are,
Snake Pass preacher with a high-viz heart.
Carve that line till the night gets thin,
Blacktop choir, let the blue notes spin.
Track star, A road, B road way,
If it's tarmac, I'm on my way.
Blue lights blossom in the mirrors behind,
National sign gone, I'd pushed the line
Maybe fifteen, twenty over the mark,
Didn't clock the tail light blown in the dark.
White RT idles, traffic bike gent,
Polite as Sunday, asks where I went.
Docs are in order, mind that speed, lad.
Fix that lamp, keep it tidy, I nod back.
He smiles, visor drops, no grief, no flak,
Taps his lid and ghosts into the black.
Thirty means thirty when the village sleeps
Show a bit of respect and it comes back deep.
I'm a track star, rolling where the bends are,
Cat & Fiddle singer with a high-viz heart.
Carve that line till the night gets thin,
Blacktop choir, let the blue notes spin.
Track star, A road, B road way,
If it's tarmac, I'm on my way.
Seen shorts and T-shirts on a sunny run,
Till gravel bites and the joke's all done.
Dress for the slide, not the ride, my friend
Skin on chipseal is a violent end.
Lid strapped snug, proper boots, CE pads,
Kevlar lined jeans for the good and bads.
Gauntlet gloves, pin-lock, storm-proof suit
You only get one hide, protect that brute.
Rain on the Cat, fog rolling low,
Snake Pass twisting where the wild winds blow.
Filter with manners, a foot-wave thanks,
Shuffle of pistons in the canyoned ranks.
Lay-bys buzzing, Matlock walls,
Still the backroad run is the best of all.
Lifesaver? Always.
Limit? Know it
Villages? Slow it
Respect? Show it
I'm a track star, rolling where the bends are,
Snake Pass preacher with a high-viz heart.
Carve that line till the night gets thin,
Blacktop choir, let the blue notes spin.
Track star, A road, B road way,
Helmet tap, then I'm away.
Matlock lights, fish 'n' chips, tailpipes sing,
Ride smart, ride safe, ride free, ride king.
Written by: Duane Brindley
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