re​:​solutions

by The Friendly Ghost

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released May 13, 2016

The Friendly Ghost:
Victor Chiburis- Guitar, Vocals, Banjo, Organ
Hannah Schenk- Vocals, Percussion, Bells and Whistles
Joe Attwater- Banjo, Vocals, Guitar
Josh “Harpo” Marcks- Keys, Vocals, Organ, Accordion, Guitar, Glockenspiel

All music and lyrics written and performed by The Friendly Ghost
Additional lyrics on “Resolve” by Emily Dauer
Drums on “L’Sprit” and “Greatest Hits” performed and written by Sam Pratt, recorded with the help of Lewis Gillies.

Engineered by Ben Perry and Victor Chiburis
Mixed and Mastered by Ben Perry

Thanks to the Johnson family for the getaway spot,
Our families for everything,
KA, MD, ED, FW, DW, TC, TM, GG
Revibe, Llama T, and Sundance.

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The Friendly Ghost New London, Connecticut

Pretty awful horrorcore.
Half-decent folk.
Aspiring dad rock.

Hauntin' since '09

Victor Chiburis
Joe Attwater
Hannah Schenk
Josh Marcks

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Track Name: Muscle Memory
If we last the year—hell, the night
You can color me surprised
A bright shade of surprise
But hey, shades only count for me
There’s no such thing as subtlety
When you deal with wait and see

Don’t forget the stand your making
It won’t catch the fall your taking

You’re moved on
And we’re still here
Stuck on words
Reversing years
And nursing beers
Traversing fears
Rehearsing cheer
(Hope is well in love and war)

Not that you’d notice
But I got none for all this
Ignorance lingers
And it’s blistered on my fingers
You pulled the rug out
And I’m cut off at the knees now
I am the boat and you are the current
You are decision and I am deferment
We are not muscle, we are the mem’ry
Forget the tension, recall me gently

CHORUS
Track Name: Invention of Make-Do
INVENTION OF MAKE DO

Plaster a smile
Under uncertain eyes
Believe me, there's nothing to hear
Fingertips flat
Across my own back
You're deaf to the voice that I fear
Dig in those nails
While my mind fails to fail
It will always know what this part was
Quiet alarms
I uncross my arms
Worry will do what it does
A new set of lungs
but no bells will be runCalm your collarbones, kid
Watch your shoulder blades kiss
Keeping cool in the mix

Contain
The grip that it takes to
Convey
My invention of make-do

If wishes were horses
We'd all run our courses
And never be worse for the wear
But beggars can't choose
Another image to lose
When the cowboy leaves tracks in the air
Shades and charades
Old games that we played
Hid nothing I hadn't renounced
Now I'm risking religion
For rocky collisions
For an earthquake to clear the accounts
Subliminal flash
of the losses will pass


PRECHORUS
CHORUS
Track Name: Greatest Hits
Oh my friends, oh my friends
They don’t come around no more.
They’re soaking up the scenery,
Booze, what’s left of greenery
In New York
I’ve been building bridges out of matches,
Relationships from ashes
And I’m dancing on the pyre
These children ain’t too bright
They’re shadows asking for a light
They're all lit up and looking for a fight
The old flames in my mind are out of sight

Hey where you been
(screaming under covers)
Don’t look so good
(no sense in wishing well)
Can’t stand it when you say
The best laid plans are left alone
Alone

Our greatest hits are seemingly minor hiccup fits
Hard pressed to feel legit
To admit significance
If no one asks we might forget we’re made of glass
Half full
Half hungry
No room for knowing what we got
Track Name: A Killing Heel
If I could be clever every minute
That would be great, that would be ideal
I’d kill for my only weakness
To be soft spot in the back of my heel

But as it stands I’m at the mercy
Of every little look you carelessly give
Of every tiny thing I think you think
Of the way you choose to harmlessly live

The first to fret is a nothing
Guaranteed I’m second to none
When there’s no ones, we outta be ought
but I can’t kick a feeling that weighs a thousand tons

Gimme me critique, oh, give me feedback
Particulars and unprovoked praise
I could achieve almost anything
If it weren’t for the bar’s insistence to raise

On the day I stop apologizing
There’ll be a parade, it will be in my name
With puppet blood and trombone floods
Ringing in my post-mortem fame

I’m sorry I didn’t really mean that
These death daydreams get lost in their length
The thing about feeling vulnerable
You tend to forget it can be a strength

It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok…
Track Name: Disjointed part I: Setting Records
Setting records like setting bone
The more we break, the more we’re alone.
Disjointed feelings for the coming year,
A hinge is crucial in a door’s career.
Couched in fragments, a general rule
Hidden meanings for a friendly ghoul
Different volumes, a matching page
Finding wavelengths that resonate
For some of us, you have to wait
But more or less, we’re always late
Jejune: Je manque de maturité
A lack is not for revelry
Setting records like setting bone
The more you break, the more you alone
Settings records like setting bone
The more you break, the more you've grown.
Track Name: Disjointed part III: Black Ice
I'm on a stopping spree
All my friends are the fodder
Bring all my friends to the slaughter
Cus I'm on a killing spree

If you know what's good for me
Make a list and I'll follow
Grind the pills and I'll swallow
When you prove your hands are clean

I think I'm standing on black ice
Trying on sincerity for size

I think I'm standing on black ice
Trying on sincerity for size
I think I'm sitting on frozen tides
Relying on morality that slides
Track Name: V
Some set the scene, while we seem to draw the lines
That bind us between people and the times
Though we were made in different lights
We live our lives with each other in mind

Cus you are the blood that runs through me
And we are the ink the sinks undying
If you were to slur your words
Your vowels would be powerful enough to shake
The phases of our days
And wake us from these sour hazes
And as I throw the rope, now and again
The slack you give and take makes the difference

Tell me everything about you
Till I get bored
Life ain’t fit to be fair
Anymore
We’re feeling oh so insecure
Risk no more
Risk no more
Risk no more

Cus you are the blood that runs through me
And we are the ink the sinks undying
And as I throw the rope, now and again
The slack you give and take makes the difference
Track Name: I Eat Christmas Lights
Ah, Ça ira!
It's alright
I eat christmas lights
Track Name: Resolve
A Tattoo
Louder than the car screech and the truck stops
And the underground explosions on second avenue
Who knew?

A Tattoo
Of the overwhelming nosebleed in the bathroom
A rubber duck on a red sea
Part me
Part of you

If nothing changes what’s the difference?

You can have my house
I’ll live in the stars
And you can shoot for me when you find wood rots
And the ground’s too hard

I resolve to not dissolve
To not dissolve at all

A Tattoo
Louder than the car screech and the truck stops
And the underground explosions on second avenue
Who knew?

You can have my house
I’ll live in the stars
And you can ink my name when you find wood rots
And the ground’s too hard

I resolve to not dissolve
To not dissolve at all
I resolve to not dissolve
To not dissolve tonight
Track Name: A Killing Heel (Slight Return)
If I could be clever every minute
That would be great, that would be ideal
I’d kill for my only weakness
To be soft spot in the back of my heel

But as it stands I’m at the mercy
Of every little look you carelessly give
Of every tiny thing I think you think
Of the way you choose to harmlessly live

The first to fret is a nothing
Guaranteed I’m second to none
When there’s no ones, we outta be ought
but I can’t kick a feeling that weighs a thousand tons

Gimme me critique, oh, give me feedback
Particulars and unprovoked praise
I could achieve almost anything
If it weren’t for the bar’s insistence to raise

On the day I stop apologizing
There’ll be a parade, it will be in my name
With puppet blood and trombone floods
Ringing in my post-mortem fame

I’m sorry I didn’t really mean that
These death daydreams get lost in their length
The thing about feeling vulnerable
You tend to forget it can be a strength

It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok…