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EPs & Singles 2009​-​2014

by The Friendly Ghost

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1.
Wholly Weak 05:15
‘Round holy week I get feeling so weak and I carry my cross round here It’s not cus of faith but because of the fear of Dying with no place to go The people upstairs keep sliding their chairs And screaming all through the night They say, “Caitlin, don’t you dare” And, “mommy, I’m not scared of you anymore” How bad would it be if the city swallowed me And never spat me out The cans won’t connect and the phones won’t collect So I’ll write you every once and awhile I swear by my grave you get only what you gave But you’ve only given in My wallet’s inside out and my bones are all about Please just take what you need
2.
By this time tomorrow it won’t be on the news. You’ll barely even notice cus’ these blows don’t leave a bruise. There’s a war inside, don’t try to hide it, but it’s not like you got shot. Just keep on trudgin’ forward when trudgin’s all you got. The population’s messy without a second thought. It’s easy to keep ignorant when you know you won’t be caught. No excuse, so lose your noose. There’s no one gotta pay. Toss your scale aside; there’s nothing for you to weigh. If there’s a prize for being idle you’d win the golden calf. You’re as fickle as a godhead but at least you made ‘em laugh. Just answer more, unlock your door, let the spirit in. Cus if it’s good enough to drink ‘em, it’s good enough for sin. Like a kid fighting with giants I refuse to be compliant. When my stone is flung I’ll cry, “Fe, Fi, Fo—fuck it, I’m done.” Room for improvement, I got a house full. I keep looking in my wallet for my ID and change But it came out in the wash, now my white clothes are stained.
3.
There won’t be a reconnection If I never keep in touch Even when you’re next to me The gap’s a little much It’s easy when we’re talking To read the other’s face So we mostly keep to typing Where there’s a button just for space In world where we get wounded You’re the empathizing balm In a world filled up with fists You are the only open palm But who the hell could blame you For questioning your worth When I have this awful habit Of falling off the earth I’m not the best at keeping up But you can always pass your cup The guilt I feel is ruthless Even when I’ve done no wrong I can’t help but imagine What it’d be like moving on Would you be ok with your end? Would I be ok with mine? I think in the end I’d realize, I didn’t put in enough time. I hope you disregard the distance And keep my company in your consciousness I keep my phone next to my bed With a tone so loud it could wake the dead So I won’t ever miss it if you need me at night. I’m not the best at keeping up But you can always pass your cup (It isn’t over just yet More a promise than a threat)
4.
Glory 03:56
Today was a wreck Rode our blood-ridden heads Talking head said “nothing to fear” “Terror, oh, is not welcome here” Platitudes are cycling through The walls and feeds, like rampant weeds Peripheral (hits) is not invisible (blitz) No more (quits) No more But here’s a fun fact: we’re not having any, No time to get emotional. If there’s no doubt, we’ve got doubts a-plenty Oh glory to the rational It’s time we make it national. Here’s a fun fact: we’re not having any
5.
Oh why don’t you work like other kids do? How the hell can I work when there’s no work to do Hallelujah, I’m a bum Hallelujah, bum again Hallelujah, give us a handout to revive us again I went to a house and I knocked on the door The man inside told me its my fault I’m poor The roof’s leaking now, but let the rain in Don’t have to pay mortgage to live in my skin So what is your plan, what will you do next How much of your blood will you use to write checks? You give us the land and expect a new start You hand us the reigns while you jump off the cart Oh why don’t you work like other kids do How the hell can I work when the sky is so blue?
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We just found out and I’m caught off guard. Please tell me how things got so hard. Where did you go and how did it feel? Please tell me, “No, this isn’t real.” Your mother cried and your friends were scared When you up and died, we’re unprepared. So much for peace and so much for quiet, There is no ease when your heart’s a riot. We grow from the lives we lead And with yours you left a seed. Now there are trees with replacement leaves That glow with your memory. Cus’ we can’t always remember And we can’t always feel tender. But you’re a note in every song And the beat On the humdrum days that you’re gone. When did we get the age When people we know are put in the past tense? When did we get the age Where we fill our bags with such heavy content? When did we get the age When shit like this could possibly happen? When did we get the age When these kinds of questions gain some traction? I heard a rumor through the wall Your heart didn’t stop, it stalled. You went from walk to crawl The readiness is all. We can’t always be ready We can’t always feel steady But you’re a note in every song And the beat On the humdrum days that you’re gone.
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I’ve got no walls just wrecking balls to make this building stand, Structural analysis on how to fuck your plans. There’s kids with hearts like throwing darts which pin right to the core, Pumping honest blood and, man, all they want is more. I think we got a few more in us if you follow me. Well, I think we got a few more in us if you take the lead. We’ll break it into pieces, count ‘em: 1 and 2 and 3. Work with what we’re given from breeze to breath to breathe. Where have all my fingers gone? Unaccounted for from tips to palm. Cus’ it’s getting harder to hold on to the way you weave your whims. Like a traffic light without it’s lens, no red, yellow, or green. Just white light lies, impatient sighs that hold no authority. But I think you got a few more in ya I hope you have a few more in ya You need to have a few more in ya if you’re ever gonna breathe. I’ve got nothing to hide. My heart is wide but your tongue is tied. The day of the hanging will be a surprise and if you are lucky you will see the tip of ice. My god, I think about everything all the time.
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If I had a set of rules set apart from the public schools, different from the state laws and the comfort zones of the bourgeois, well I’d build a house inside my sleep big enough for my soul to keep. Don’t bury me for habit’s sake if I die before I wake. ’Cus insanity’s an awful name for the mind to big to frame and sensual reality may be just formality but conversation from day to day doesn’t even start to say all the hints you need to hear and all the ends you’ve always feared. What if it was them, not me, who missed the point entirely? Like time is not a straight-edged line counted up from none to nine(nein). Waste it on such hollow words just to feel like I’ve been heard. I think it’s getting pretty hard keeping up with who we (are you listening) to the sense of what I’m saying? (can you hear a thing) past the attention you’re not paying? (ten bucks says) you don’t remember my name and I’ll take that bet. (I don’t get why) you’re not never sleeping (and I don’t get by) without my worry leaking. (Ten bucks says) there’s more to what you’re seeing and I’ll take that bet. Can you count your friends on a single hand? Can you count on them to make more than they spend? I can count my friends on a single hand. I can count on them to pay back what I lend them.
10.
Crow 03:02
Let the pressure cook you down cus we drink enough to drown and they damn what we do. At least our lies tell the truth. And when they caw we’ll crow. Now I’ve gone far too deep to sit still in my seat. So give me a game to play and tell me that you’ll always stay. And when I caw you’ll crow.
11.
War Stories 04:47
Your hair is red is enough to paint o’er my town. And my verbs are vague enough without their proper noun. So join me on the floor please, forget my war stories. That just might take you till the morning. Ya, that might take you all night to forget how I fight to forget how they died. I took long enough to forget where I parked. And your hair is black enough to distract me from the dark. You start light revolutions and dance by pollution. That just might get us till the morning. Ya, that might take us all night. To teach flame how to fight. To pull the rope you threw tight. To give my hand that sleight. To make the dance you learned bright. To scare the ghosts we have white. To watch our bodies ignite. To make a left turn from right. To give the blind man his sight. Ya, that’ll take us all night.
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I used to live here but that was a long time ago In the red brick house painted white on Forrest Road With the neighbors in the next room and the frog pond right next door I’d show you my old home but I don’t live here anymore I used to live here when I had just arrived The one with the ivy on top of Driscoll Drive With the tall wall where I fell and the neighbors are born again I’d show you my old home but that time came to an end Heaven don’t know I’m alive Seven homes in that 365 I’ve been down but I’m coming around It takes some time I used to live here in these two shoreline towns The one with the river the Thames goes and meets the sound Daydreams of leaving may constantly catch your eye But I’ve seen the city and God does it scrape the sky Heaven don’t know I’m alive Seven homes in that 365 I’ve been down but I’m coming around It takes some time
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City Fathers 02:07
City fathers have city daughters who know better than to kiss a fool like you City daughters have City quarters that Are only meant to be spent on food Shoot the breeze, if you insist But it’s guaranteed you’ll miss Fold my face, the creases show And as I sink the city grows
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A collection of our official and non-official releases from our inception to the eve of our first full-length album.

Includes:
Tracks 1-5: Summer in the Basement (EP-2013)
Track 6: Replacement Leaves (single-2013)
Track 7-12: Children & Fools Tell the Truth (EP-2011)
Track 13-14: Ghost Stories (EP-2010)
Bonus tracks when you download

credits

released July 24, 2015

The Friendly Ghost is now:
Victor Chiburis
Joe Attwater
Hannah Schenk
Josh "Harpo" Marcks

Guest Ghosts on these recordings:
Chad Bigelow, Alyssa Ciorciari, Dan Berardi, Marcus Dipollina, Kevin Stoodt, Kelly Canyock, Erik Shell, Faith Warren, Jake Alexander, Ben Perry, and the voices of many more.

"Replacement Leaves" Recorded and Produced by Ben Perry at Get Up and Dance! Productions

"Hallelujah, I'm a Bum" traditional with new lyrics by The Friendly Ghost
"The Fall" written by Peter & the Wolf
"What's So Funny..." written by Nick Lowe
All other songs written and produced by The Friendly Ghost

Children & Fools... album photo taken by Jonny Abraham
Ghost Stories album photo taken by Alexandria Gauthier

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The Friendly Ghost New London, Connecticut

Hauntin' since '09

Victor Chiburis
Joe Attwater
Hannah Schenk
Josh Marcks

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