Sunday, August 30, 2009

Local Ghosts


friday i finished recording a new song, another single following "the broadcast" and this one's called "local ghosts." back in july i found a short, rough recording on my computer called "holiday" and i had no memory of playing it or ever singing or recording it but it was mine and the tune got stuck in my head so i picked out the chords and wrote words around the spouts of gibberish in the first recording. it turned into a song about made-up people and apparently the things they can't yet fully escape. maybe it's about crazy people. this is local ghosts.

he spoke like papa's angel from the side of his head

while dorothy's on the range and you're calling up dead

i know it's on me now, the celebrations must begin

it overwhelms me, but it's all alright we sing

come our holiday, all our holiday, it's your holiday


stay the play is ended by the gun in his hand

oh walter's all a-daze and he's pouting again

the ghosts are riding by, all sitting side by side in line

all things returning, all things desert me

on the day, my holiday, all our holiday, it's your holiday


james the way you coiled up from my cigarette,

you wrapped around my brow, we dizzy up and how,

how it burned it burned until you turned away

funny the things that disappear, but you won't see me on the day

my holiday, my holiday

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