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Ode the Anniversary
04:28
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If your heart beats there’s a hole in your chest where it should be
You’ll never see
Past the contradiction that you feed
Your demons agree
From your bed no one can hear you scream
Coffin encase
All the bones you carry in your wake
The life you waste, the love you make – as I watch you throw your body away
And give up the chase
For the ghost that’s hanging on your fate
And make your escape
Hang a changed demeanor from your face
Bury it deep
So your closet doors swing gracefully
I’ll bind and sheath and burn the key – but underneath the floorboards creek
So curse his heart and bones - god damn the man - who turned your heart to stone
Row after row
Stone after stone
Bone after bone
Your secrets and regrets, I will keep with a lock and key
And you’ll sleep so sound tonight, while all your secrets lie
Here with me so sound tonight, my closet they’ll reside
And your life is open wide, what skeletons we’ll find
And my grieving mind is killing me
I just can’t learn to let this lay
As your actions forge your slow decay
Your story plays out on repeat
Your secrets close to killing me
Rest in peace whatever the hell that really means
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2. |
Someone I Used to Know
05:26
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I’ve walked these streets I’ve come to know
The sidewalks change from road to road
I count the steps and crossing streets
And streetlamps we pass underneath
The absence on your face is clear
It’s better off if I’m not here
Your posture there is plain to see
This aint where you wanna be
The broken hearts they find their way
Across the northern interstate
And settle down somewhere to try to cease all fires
But they don’t subside
They come and go they come and go they come and go
But you don’t
You spread the distance in your eyes
Till we were strangers passing by
My final take on your new face is a fiery embrace
To your icy scape
The time it takes to complicate and warrant all the old mistakes
When you let me down
I’ll find out where you go and follow you home
But now there’s just a ghost of someone I used to know
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3. |
Matter of Faction
04:39
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She says that faith’s for the brainless and weak
Without a moral decree
And for god fearing folks who don’t think
She chose the road less traveled and worn
And there she ventured alone
And made up her mind ‘bout the things she was shown
They quote from Dawkins, Hitchens, and Steele
But they can’t see through the veil
And dying alone appeasing the drones aint my kind of drear
It’s not a matter of faction
And all you’ve got to live for is one more peace of time before you’re losing control
They call her heathen, sinner and whore
As they quote words from their lord
And brazenly mention, the true condescension, they ignore
As they rally round like venomous swine
Born of a will and no mind
My god, they boast, oh the Holy Ghost would be filled with such pride
Time keeps ticking by so slowly
Over towns in faded glory
They’ve got plans to fill the empty space
While the farm is selling out its fodder
Worlds away to distant harbors
They’ve no plans to change till it’s too late
It’s just a matter of time
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4. |
Sweet Home Victoria
04:46
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Lights bleed from the bottom of your eyes
As I stumble from your thoughts tonight
And your words a hundred miles deep
Sound as detached as they can be
Tonight
This town seems foreign and concrete
A blinking yellow one-way street
A tale till now to be my thrown
But I swear to god it’s not my home
Pre:
The code of things is cracking on you now
This system is failing all around
The keys are cracking to the sound
And count these wolves, they come in two’s and three’s
You’ve been waiting for something
Chorus:
Your words and mine fall like a weight into a great divide
And you’ll be fine, but sweet Victoria where are you tonight?
So tell me well, did you find your piece of mind?
It’s not enough for you to exploit. So darling; lie.
You couldn’t love me all of the time. Make up your mind.
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5. |
Your Life In Film
04:09
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There’s no chance to breathe
When you’re talking through the scenes
Here’s your line, I hope you get it right
And there’s no chance to dream
Of case and luxury
And what you get, is quiet on the set
Chorus:
All these lies that were told
And reviews that were sold
It’s your life, I hope they get it right
All these fools that you’ll find
and the clues, that remind
It’s a crime in the life you left behind
And there’s no irony
When you’re tearing out the seams
And your life is just a bit of string
And here’s your final plea
And my poised apology
Scattered lines lose meaning over time
(Chorus)
Case closed, I’ll never speak about the truth
Case closed on your five sides of truth
These open wounds are telling of abuse
And so are you
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6. |
26/8
04:24
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I’m staring out across the lonely scene that’s come to be my life
I’m young in age but it don’t feel that way, the dusty shell in the white
A tattered vase long since packed away, wrapped up in a Sunday flier
Old news preserves what little use, I have left, but I’m still trying
Snap a picture; print the history and the context you change
I could call you but I know every word that you’d say
I could put my mind to death with things that ceased to be intact
All the troubles I would soon forget if I could focus on their neglect
I take for granted all the friends I’ve come to call my own in slight
I came around one day and granted stayed, but they know that I’m still trying
The force of forward means for instants they keep drifting away
I could call you but I know every word that you’d say
They say the way I love these days is a mournful carousel ride
And looking back, my story seems on track with the theory they just surmised
Every heart is worth breaking apart just to know what’s on the inside
Sometimes I go about in pity, though, I have loved, and I’m still trying
Love and god and life and logic they’re just things you create
I could call you but I know every word that you’d say
And the smoke is all…
All you can see.
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7. |
Simplicity Sells
04:15
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You awake in a room every instant so brand new
You plant your flag raise it high above the crowd
And you strive for the life you made when you were five
And you dream of the day when it’s branded with your face
Then you go
Chorus:
Wah uh oh
We cry and we fight and we race up toward the prize
And we share our love with friends or a god above
Then we die all the same for the afterlives we claim
When you disappear or wake up somewhere near
On your own
And the change is the lie that’s been there your whole life
Till the years have all gone and you’re feeling less at home
And the tale you trade, or was it predisposed that way?
Simplicity sells your secrets cheap
We still dream
We die alone, though we’re carried on like ghosts
And the tale becomes a tall, fairy, narrative of why we try
And you love or you love till that love is gone and it feels like dying
(and you know) Why there’s one word synonymous in all our lives
For more than like
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8. |
Wake Up
05:16
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We live beneath the economic fall
Born too late to stand the wall against divide
We watched the dollar plummet through the cracks
To carry out upon our backs, our shattered pride
The highway lights are streams
To a modern world that never sleeps
Or wakes up
News travels faster now through satellites
And broadband fiber optic wires but we’re alone
We lease the gas inflated upward chase
Mobility within the States, we’ll never know
They lost the war today
The digital millennial dream
When the old herd thins (Sleater Kinney style vocals)
Special interests purchase corporate rates
To propagate and lobby hate amongst the drones
Broadcast in moral terms that they create
Bought and sold without debate on the waves they own
Fixed demands won’t ever fall
Coat hung cemetery walls
Static is static, and wake up
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My words sink on smoke as I recount the tale
As it drifts out the door like our friendship that failed
News traveled fast like a tree in your stead
The telephone sang then it fell to the bed
And the teachers they gave us paper to write
Kind words to our friends, anything we would like
But we can’t say it now
We’re dressed to impress in our black Sunday best
With ghosts in our near to hear the address
And they recounted tails of the friends we had lost
And they left out the parts where he knew us at all
And we took to the halls, shook hands and regaled
They said their goodbyes, and alone I exhale
But I can’t say it now
And there’s no parade, oh bitter dismay
A murder of crows on a stale piece of cake
They flutter their wings when mourning had ceased
So they could move on and so gone was their grief
So it goes
I’m choking on drags and I’m cursing your name
You’re finding the end, now I’ve nothing to say
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10. |
Then Winter Came
04:43
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You paint your lips and drown your eyes
As we make our way downtown tonight
And summer stuck there to your chest and to my throat
Now I’m sneaking by on thoughts that I
Could live this optimistic lie
And trace the summer sun from your face once in a while
Then winter came
This awkward plight runs clear at night, but now you don’t
As the wilted trace fell from your face down to your toes
I watched your fleeting summer heart as it promptly froze
Our time is come, and to its close
I’ll hold you close and I won’t let go – The hardest part is letting go
Then winter came
Some years ago I thought that I’d
Still know the creases of your eyes
Now time has waved as the details change and the memories go
I felt capricious and I drove
To your house to find resolve
Your windows on the second floor
But you don’t live there anymore
Then winter came
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11. |
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I’m an apostrophe
So I’m living week to week
And that’s all you can do some days
I lost my job working nights
Unemployment has since run dry
And the creditors call everyday
Right now I aint got a thing
Some debt and a shiny degree
With money they lent me fractionally
Employment is scarce these days
And money a luxury
And no one I know seems too secure or okay
Is there’s something wrong with me?
I did what I could to succeed
I’m tired of whining, hiding, fighting now I’m coming clean
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Blame all the poor and the weak
Or blame it on corporate greed
Selling it out to feed the bankers and thieves
Our pensions they don’t increase
In a broken economy
Being the worst we’ve ever seen
Laissez Faire don’t mean
Fat cats can eat for free
On tables that they foreclosed on last week
As industry shrinks and fades
In the distance it dies away
Deregulating the few upper banks
They’re riding in corporate jets
And cancelling severance checks
They’re cutting us all off at the necks
But no one was fired
I’m not giving in
To lay down and say, “I know”
“And I don’t care.”
“This burden aint mine to bear”
I hope you fucking choke and run out of air
You’re what’s wrong with free
You’d rather be safe from debris
Then give a cold god damn about the meek
And I’m so tired
I’m not giving in
Till they silence my scream-
(dead silence)
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12. |
Bye Bye
07:09
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There’s less attachments now
Than I had in my home town
And everything’s the same
I’m still trying to escape
Selective memories
Screened out empty days
Home’s not what I recall
It’s just the way I left it in the fall
And there’s no story here
You made this feel like home
I’m holding on for hope
This photograph’s my proof
That you loved me once
And maybe again
We’ll be more than friends
And I can call and sing you to sleep
Chorus:
And going home it felt surreal, like a cancer cell
Spread the distance in our hearts, out of place
I should have told you everything I meant to say
Are you ever coming home, to me, to stay?
I never meant to say goodbye,
And you have my love tonight
Outro:
And I long for you some days
But I won’t call you to say
Your sunshine lies under the waves
Of some sad joke we became
Now you’re just a stranger to me
But I won’t call you to say
I won’t call you to say
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ghosts of... Seattle, Washington
Ghosts Of... was birthed as an amateur home recording project by lead singer/guitarist Stephen Andrew. Both living together in Seattle, Stephen enlisted Aaron Stamper (bass) to assist in the the undertaking. Ethan Trimble (percussion) miraculously agreed to join the project and brought with him a mutual acquaintance Jake Gable (lead guitar). The chemistry was undeniable. A band was born. ... more
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