1. |
Get Undead
03:33
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I think it might be time to get undead
crawl on out of the back of my head
move on past the words you said
I got wise to ways of you
broke the capsule beneath my tooth
no body left for me to lose
I was pushing up daisies the night that you broke my heart
I was pulling the dailies to watch it all fall apart
I think it might be time to get undressed
put on robes and let you confess
you try to come clean but you make a mess
Track the changes in a rainbow bruise
tie them loosely to my current mood
no burden left for me to use
I was pushing up daisies the night that you broke my heart
I was pulling the dailies to watch it all fall apart
Every locomotion from this moment is substitutiary
Trying to revive I'm just a coal mine casualty canary
Tell me when I'm live I will undie and do what's necessary
Heavy hangs my head I try to shoulder much too much to carry
I was pushing up daisies the night that you broke my heart
I was pulling the dailies to watch it all fall apart
I think it might be time to get undead
crawl on out of the back of my head
move on past the words you said
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2. |
Monday Morning
03:25
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There's a tropical island
inside your apartment
we projected into existence
There's a violent rejection
of public affection
with some mutual feigned resistance
Monday morning
will shake you out of the trees
and drop you in the hard light
Come Monday morning
you were never gonna feel right
We made a badlands
with all good intentions
with a playhouse amount of commitment
Slowly volcanic
the late Sunday panic
seems to get more persistent
Monday morning
will shake you out of the trees
and drop you in the hard light
Come Monday morning
you were never gonna feel right
Hey, why would you say that?
You know you can't take back
what you say sober
Wait, it's just a setback
and maybe we get back
Why don't you come over?
Monday morning
will shake you out of the trees
and drop you in the hard light
Come Monday morning
you were never gonna feel right
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3. |
Hard to Keep
03:16
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It’s a fact I’m a saint in a moldy car
I’m alarmed I allowed it to go this far
Arms of irrigation pushing purchase
Until the desert loves me like a furnace
I got shimmy you’re a shaker
I got Celtics you’re a laker
I got give and you’re a taker
I got real and you’re a faker
I’m a deal and you’re a breaker
Baby the money makes it hard to sleep
And maybe fidelity’s just hard to keep
There’s a light through the crack in the handed trees
Nothing beats getting drunk from this lack of sleep
Come the mountains down wherever I go
Break my back on the bank of the Ohio
I got locked and you’re the laser
I got stunned and you’re the phaser
I got Lilith you’re a Fraiser
I got time and you’re a waster
I’m commitment you’re a taster
Baby the money makes it hard to sleep
And maybe fidelity’s just hard to keep
Baby the money makes it hard to sleep
And maybe fidelity’s just hard to keep
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4. |
Dramamine
04:09
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I am too hard on myself
But if not me then who else
I should have fallen for you
But then again, whatever would I do
In the head space of a first time
Is a head case with a good line
O my mermaid, I’m so sorry
I heard you calling, but that was just me
I don’t even know what happened yesterday
when my knees dropped out and it all went gray
I think the drama kids tried to set the scene
and my head caved in from all the Dramamine
I woke up twenty feet from the great lake edge
with my face in the sand and a key in my leg
And I had to do the math just to get on top
with a souvenir shirt to make the bleeding stop
In a glitchy doom buggy on a busted ride
I tried to make a move, man, I really tried
But I felt self-conscious when the lights came on
And you said you were game, but I could tell it was gone
And I don’t even care that my things got took
two hundred dollar glasses in a hollowed out book
my bell was still ringing when you touched my hand
And my eyes were still pushing out grains of sand
I am too hard on myself
But if not me then who else
I should have fallen for you
But then again, whatever would I do?
In the toothache of a sweet line
Is the heartache of a last time
O my mermaid, I’m so sorry
I heard the sirens, but i could not see
I saw your silhouette out in front of the sun
and my brain just quit and said that you’re the one
Then I borrowed Mike’s car to move Elizabeth’s couch
And I swore to our friends that I would ask you out
And I paced all day inside my mouth
But your favorite aunt died and you went down south
when you got home we all went back to the lake
the pier was shuttered up and all the laughs were fake
My phone went dead but the radio’s on
And you never turned right, but you never went wrong
You always knew this road from growing up in this place
I could never read your mind, but I had read your case
And we didn’t quite make it ‘cos we never left
and I wouldn’t take a chance in case I made a mess
But I’m still in the park looking at your face
With your sun-bleached hair and my shirt around your waist
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House Ghost Louisville, Kentucky
House Ghost
is Keith and Derek
and Shane and Donjon and Kith and Kin.
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