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When I ride the GhostBus is when I think of you
Sitting in love with the sound of my own voice
I can tell you how embarrassed of this half-life I’ve become
Sitting motionless don’t let me imply I’m listening or concerned?
I fished an invitation.
We hit the streets, now it’s all the same to me
Weighing outlines, blotting out the aftermath
Of sitting nowhere, no I can’t even stand to even take
Vanessa blank face is lying on the floor once again.
And I can stand the way you’re so complacent
I don’t need a cheerleader, but you could use a fucking parade
And it goes out and it comes out and I don’t even want to know
Where you go to, how you come from and I don’t even ask
I’m too busy worrying about living, to be concerned with the bombers.
It turns to me, no I’ve lost the scent of second state
And colored spaces running off the floor once again
The flowers sullen, the weeping images and the passing
Lying nowhere, soaking off the floor once again.
And it goes out and you wonder and I don’t even want to know
Where you go to, how you come from and I don’t even ask
I’m too busy worrying about living, to be concerned with the bombers.
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When you go awake, at least please let me in the joke, at least say. I know you go for a dream where you’re dying, Dream like you’re being cut up again.
Writing the note for haunting for haunting and distance Repeating it all, the childish thinking.
You will go awake, at least I say. I will fall apart, at least say. Keeping checking the phone to just be reminded Dream like you’re being cut up again.
You fell for the though it’s good to remember
Repeating it all, the childish thinking
I know you go for the thought of a massacre
Dream like you’re being cut up again.
You’re screaming with terror, they’re singing the working song
Playing it all like it’s got some meaning.
I know you fell for a dream where you dying
Screaming it out, the obvious answers.
Writing it down to just be remembered
Repeating it all, the childish thinking
I know you go for the words that you’re saying, that’s all you can say.
Dreaming it out to just be remembered, that’s all you can say.
Writing down, the childish thinking, that’s all you can say.
I know you fall for the simplest answers, that’s all you can say.
Writing down to just be remembered, that’s all you can say.
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Walk you to the funeral parlor, tripped it off and down the steeple. Walk to down the center staple, dancing on the side-stepped patterns And who doesn’t love the look of a sad look, etched across a silk screened ceiling Melted to some hipster fucker, writing, screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming.
Crossed it off and then went backwards, fell off of the useless patterns You’ll disconnect and then I’ll call you, writing off the empty bottles
Letting out the thought that must be ringing out the most obvious You half expected the practiced looks, but then you still looked so annoyed.
And who doesn’t love the distant feeling, Writhing in a useless circle The bitter smell of flowers now that sex has become such a mood swing.
Write it down to the stereo parlor, feel the Xed out eyes and shifting Write off the center staple, hipster fuckers prance about.
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Played out to the point where I don’t want to know
Threw it back and then I saw
Walked it up and st outside a Paris cemetery and I looked up at the high gates and wondered what they locked in.
Don’t worry, shrines shrink over time she said, you cast that sad look and you know I’ll fall for, I’ll fall for anything. You can be so insincere, I’ll believe you every time, I just can’t sit and stay on display for you.
Waiting for a friend, talk about the influence.
Walking down the street, talk about the obvious.
There’s a good man who never leaves and ember in the ashtray.
Walking down the street and screaming ‘bout what we all talked about.
Don’t worry, shrines shrink over time she said, you cast that sad look and you know I’ll fall for, I’ll fall for anything. You can be so insecure, I’ll believe you every time, I just can’t sit and stay on display for you.
Now I’ll just cry to stop making faces, laid back and silly, it’s so embarrassing
Now it’s not safe to mean anything to anyone
Time to just play out, be annoyed by everyone.
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Wearing out that practiced look like it seems like maybe it was good to be noticed. There are so many things it would be nice to be alive to see
Well the Queen of England doesn’t ride around in rat filled tunnels.
You rolled around and blow it off and now it just feels
So drowned it out you go, I’m just gonna go and put fuzz in my ears. So write it down and say it’s good to be missed, but not to be wanted. No it’s just too much of a mood swing
This is how it was when I first saw you, this is the way I wished it would be Freaking out on the train, falling to another panic attack. If there’s on thing that leaves so completely emotionless and shuddering This is what they say and how they cast disappointing, overbearing, melodramatic people.
And you go out, and they keep telling you, it’s about people. And let it be said.
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released November 11, 2011
Music by Kory Stevens
Lyrics by James Cargill
Guitars, Bass, Drums and Keyboards and Sequencing by Mr. Stevens.
Vocals, Percussion and Mixing by Mr. Cargill
Mastered by Mat Leland
2008
