1. |
ADT
03:57
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If you can't take it anymore
I will gladly fill your place
In the backrooms, in the bathrooms
I am still so out of place
I am shakin' in my shoes
And my hands are paralyzed
I try to say something clever
But they all just roll their eyes
Just tap your feet along with your heartbeat
And don't say a word to anyone, anyone
The television is waiting to save you
It'd be nice to have a conversation
Just tap tap your feet to your heartbeat
Where am I supposed to go?
What am i expected to say?
Who the hell am I gonna pretend to be today?
If I disappear somehow, far away from this crowd
I will hide and hide and hide
from every fear I can't confide in them
Just tap your feet along with your heartbeat
And don't say a word to anyone, anyone
The television is waiting to save you
It'd be nice to have a conversation
Just tap tap your feet to your heartbeat
If confidence is key,
I must be locked out of the house
If home is where the heart is,
I do not have a pulse
Just tap your feet along with your heartbeat
And don't say a word to anyone, anyone
The television is waiting to save you
It'd be nice to have a conversation
Just tap tap your feet to your heartbeat
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2. |
5678
03:40
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Five, six, seven, eight
God is good but I am great
I am delusional, I am rock and roll
And you're not gonna take it from me, no
Ain't there something left to do around this town
The collective shared thought is that it's all been done
And we're not gonna do it again
Let's do it again
Don't let them in
They cannot be trusted
They've got bullets in their pockets
And blood pouring from eye sockets
Don't let them in
They are holy ghosts
And they're not gonna be happy til everybody's clapping along
This place was supposed to be miraculous
But my water never turned to wine
I got a really funny feeling that I'm going to hell
If I don't make it to heaven on time
And I stare at my reflection
I watch my chest just rise and fall
You know sometimes I wish that it did not ever
Come back up at all
Don't let them in
They cannot be trusted
They've got bullets in their pockets
And blood pouring from eye sockets
Don't let them in
They are holy ghosts
And they're not gonna be happy til everybody's clapping along
Five, six, seven, eight
We can bend you til you break
Don't let them in
They cannot be trusted
They've got bullets in their pockets
And blood pouring from eye sockets
Don't let them in
They are holy ghosts
And they're not gonna be happy til everybody's clapping
Don't let them in
They cannot be trusted
They've got bullets in their pockets
And blood pouring from eye sockets
Don't let them in
They are holy ghosts
And they're not gonna be happy til everybody's clapping along
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3. |
Songs For Teenagers
03:46
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Looking for drugs in all the wrong places,
wanted to be famous but ended up nameless.
Love is not the answer, I'm in love with this stuff.
I spent every last dime in a stranger's trunk.
It's all right. It's okay.
I'm all right. I'll be okay.
First time I felt like I was gonna die,
but I've gotten pretty good at telling myself it's fine.
Anna talks me down and gives me sips of her beer,
head pounding reveille, how did I get here?
It's all right. I'll be okay.
Let it go, let it go all the way down 'til there's nowhere left to fall.
It's a shame, all the ways we build ourselves up just to let each other down.
Looking for drugs in all the wrong places,
felt a change coming but I couldn't face it.
I tried to keep my cool when I finally made it home,
I had a blood shot excuse for every lie I told.
It's all right. It's okay. I'm all right. I'll be okay.
Let it go, let it go all the way down 'til there's nowhere left to fall.
It's a shame, all the ways we build ourselves up just to let each other down.
Last night is all a blur to me,
I don't remember anything,
but I vaguely recall being alone.
It's all right. It's okay. I'm all right. I'll be okay.
Let it go, let it go all the way down 'til there's nowhere left to fall.
It's a shame, all the ways we build ourselves up just to let each other down.
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4. |
RSVP
02:55
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I made a choice that very night
To become a slightly better man
I started white-washing my hands
Of all those passings
And as you waited alone in your car outside
I politely but quite firmly declined your
Invitation for the evening
So hold out your weary hands,
Let me tell your fortune again.
Your future is brighter than you'll ever know
Now that we are on our own.
And there are things you deserve to know,
The rest you have to earn.
I have no remorse.
And as soon as I hung up the phone I knew
That this disaster was finally through.
And I could hear through the cloudy line
That this took you by surprise.
So hold out your weary hands,
Let me tell your fortune again.
Your future is brighter than you'll ever know
Now that we are on our own.
And it's true that I have no idea
What the universe has in store.
But I do know that when you think it can't
Get any worse,
It does... It does... It does.
So hold out your weary hands,
Let me tell your fortune again.
Your future is brighter than you'll ever know
Now that we are on our own.
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5. |
Soulless
02:51
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This mess is not to be ignored, vilified, or abhorred
So take these words for what they truly mean to me
And I may not have the same kick as some of the other spices
But I am burning up inside
And I am still losing my mind for you
I was soulless, soulless
Broken down
I was hollow as a ghost
But you have brought me back to life
And revived the hope
Take me home
Take me home
I will pretend to be asleep
So that no one will notice me
When everybody leaves
That's when I'll be able to dream
And I'll rearrange the room
The only thing I'll keep is you
And I hope you realize
What you truly mean to me
I was soulless, soulless
Broken down
I was hollow as a ghost
But you have brought me back to life
And revived the hope
Take me home
Take me home
I am made of mistakes
I don't believe in fate
And I refuse to fail again
I will not let them win
I am much more than human
But just as insignificant
Soulless, soulless
Broken down (so soulless)
Hollow as a ghost
But you have brought me
Back to life (so soulless)
Revived the hope
I was soulless, soulless
Broken down
I was hollow as a ghost
But you have brought me back to life
And revived the hope
Take me home
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6. |
Complaint Dept.
03:21
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Take a picture
I won't last much longer
I am turning into dust
Or I am melting into the
Fresh wet concrete.
And when I reach the pearly gates of hell,
I'll send those diamonds back up the wishing well,
With a note tied to each that read:
"Nobody's listening"
Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say,
Just complain, complain, complain.
Oh complain, complain, complain.
Now get lazy with it from the next one in,
Put the money in your mouth and swallow it.
When your company has to fold,
Blame your troubles on the CEO.
Because faith is a funny, pathetic notion
That god's a drug dealer and he's always holding.
He can make you feel alright
With just one small hit of lights.
Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say,
Just complain, complain, complain.
Oh complain, complain, complain.
Keep 'em comin', I'm used to it,
My mind over matter is a morphine drip.
And ain't it funny that it comes to this,
Hangin' on the edge and losing your grip?
Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say,
Just complain, complain, complain.
Oh complain, complain, complain.
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7. |
Done With Fun
02:56
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Memorized, and marked on my calendar,
I'm saving up some money for extra spending cash.
Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?
I have a headache,
I have some problems,
And a hundred excuses why I never solved them
Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?
I can't take this, anymore
I guess I'm not the only one that's keeping score
I can't change this hangin' around,
I'm sick and tired of always being
Fed up with this crowd
Oh what a tragedy,
I feel sorry for myself
Don't you feel so bad for me?
Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?
I hate to say it,
Maybe I'm the problem
I left the notes hangin'
Without resolve them
Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?
I can't take this, anymore
I guess I'm not the only one that's keeping score
I can't change this hangin' around,
I'm sick and tired of always being
Fed up with this crowd
Please put another record on,
Cause I don't want to hear that song again.
Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?
I can't take this, anymore
I guess I'm not the only one that's keeping score
I can't change this hangin' around,
I'm sick and tired of always being
Fed up with this crowd
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8. |
The Magazines
02:58
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You haven't left your house in
Over a week
Tonight you're thinking of going out
To grab a couple drinks
But you don't want to see them, no
They don't know who you are.
They get a brief glimpse
and then you just shut it down
You know you close yourself off.
Because they only know what’s written in the magazines
They don't know your weaknesses or your dreams
But we wanna see you hanging downtown again,
Baby we want to know where you've been.
Now you wait for someone to call you
Just so you cannot pick up
You know it seems you've been missing the phone calls
More than you've been missing us
And I'll give you space
And I can make a promise
When you finally grow up
I'll be long gone
And I was hoping, my friend,
You'd come around
But I can't just stick around and wait forever.
I only know whats written in the magazines
I don't know your weaknesses I don't know your dreams
I was kidding myself to think we were still friends
And maybe we have never been.
Will you really do whatever it takes?
Or are you too set in your ways?
Could you stand up for yourself?
Come on, say it to my face.
I don't want to read another magazine
I've seen your weaknesses and dreaded your dreams
I've got some time to kill for you, my friend
and you know I always will.
I don't want to read another magazine
I've seen your weaknesses and dreaded your dreams
I've got some time to kill for you, my friend
and you know I always will.
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9. |
White Lies
03:07
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Better raise a glass tonight,
I'm gonna bring it back to life
After such an awful day,
We deserve something great
Let the soft sound echo through
Every single living room
After such a boring year,
We deserve something new.
But oh my, my mind is feeding me white lies
And I'm believing that I
am better this way
But oh hey, my resolutions all fell away
I guess I'm gonna have to call it a day
Tell myself it's okay
Far beyond these feelings go,
Miles past the old dirt road,
Lay my worn out memories
I finally hear what they're telling me
Its saying oh my, my mind is feeding me white lies
And I'm believing that I
am better this way
But oh hey, my resolutions all fell away
I guess I'm gonna have to call it a day
Tell myself it's okay
And if you let go now
You'll never know
And if you take of now
Where will you go?
But oh my, my mind is feeding me white lies
And I'm believing that I
am better this way
But oh hey, my resolutions all fell away
I guess I'm gonna have to call it a day
Tell myself it's okay
I'll call it a day,
Tell myself it's okay
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10. |
Grand Finale
05:06
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There is still hope for us.
There is no reason to be afraid.
This could be the grand finale.
This could be my big escape.
I had it all figured out then it washed away
Out to the Gulf in a green flash haze
Take it or leave it
Take it or leave it
I'll have it all figured out
when a single day
This dim light turns to a raging blaze
Then I'll believe it
That's when I'll believe it
And now this room is getting smaller
I don't recognize anyone in any of these pictures
Where is the rage?
Where did all the anger go?
How can we take any more indifference?
You know I am so overjoyed
That this bridge is burning down
Into the water and into your lungs
Let it all just sink straight down
You know I am so overjoyed
That this bridge is burning down
Into the water and into your lungs
Let it all just sink straight down
I had it all figured out then it washed away
Out to the Gulf in a green flash haze
Take it or leave it
Take it or leave it
I'll have it all figured out
when a single day
This dim light turns to a raging blaze
Then I'll believe it
That's when I'll believe it
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11. |
Ghost to Coast
03:15
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What'd you do when I was gone?
I pretty much just hung around.
Did you get any work done?
I said "no, I just hung around..."
I've got a lack of motivation, a lapse in ambition,
I sit and watch the fire burn and wish I could burn with it.
I've fallen by the wayside of pretentious young writers,
looking for inspiration in party time liars.
What do you do now that I am gone?
I spend most nights alone, singing songs in my room,
and all of them are for you.
It's an awful sinking feeling when your own heart starts stealing
reason from the mind. Some nights I dream of getting in my car,
and driving straight through the night.
You can't force a feeling and you can't conjure up meaning,
without perhaps believing that you're good enough.
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