Ghosts aren’t real, but we are. Confronting your ghosts is as easy/difficult as talking to someone. All tracks are live takes. These songs mean something real to me; Love always, released January 1, 2018
I want you to hear something real.
phoenix ↓
This Is Why I don’t know why I’m here. Hole Punch Do you feel? You can crawl your way out, Do you feel? Or you can claw your way out, But she seems to take pleasure in this, . . . Steadfast– Tear up, Steadfast– Tear up, Butterfly Hi-fi lies, ‘Cause we like war, Feel free to define you, This life that we’re living, Hold on . . . The hi-fi lies, ‘Cause we like war, Feel free to define you, The lives that we’re wasting, It’s overrated, It’s complicated, Feel free to define me, The lives that we’re wasting, No . . . Hi-fi lies, ‘Cause we like war, Feel free to define– The lives that we’re wasting, Oh no . . . Lie, Such sweet, Fly, Such sweet little– Lies. 17 Years (Catching Your Breath) Come what may, And please, My luck, My luck, Come what may. Ghost I feel like a ghost– Do you remember who I am? I feel like a ghost, But you don’t remember who I am, Now I don’t remember who I am, I feel like a ghost, . . . You? C6, . . . Who? The ghosts up above–they can howl all they want, The gods up above–they can bitch all they want, We’re realer than those . . . Love terrifies both . . . I hope that you know . . . I’m no fucking ghost–I love you so much. Whole: On the Process of Becoming Do you feel, Hi-fi lies were in my head, Do you know what this is? Butterfly kisses, Do you feel what this is? Butterfly kisses . . .
Any less in here,
‘Cause when you’re real,
You disappear
About any day now,
Have you been without?
A friend,
Again
Any lesson here,
‘Cause when you’re real,
You disappear
Well any day now,
Have you been without?
A friend,
Again
Noise,
But she seems to take pleasure in this,
Boy
I’m basic,
A hole within a part,
Within a whole
It’s tragic,
And more a part of me,
Than you could ever know
I’m basic,
A whole within a part,
Within a hole
It’s fucking magic,
And more a part of you,
Than I will ever know.
And Butterflies,
Are in my head again
And keeping the score,
On the dividend
Feel free to define me,
Now let’s pretend
And the time that we’re giving,
It’s in my head
And Butterflies,
Are in my head again
And keeping the score,
On the dividend
Feel free to define me,
Now let’s pretend
And the times that we’re changing,
It’s not in our heads
And understated–
We’re a part of this
Inebriated–
We’re so full of it
Feel free to define you,
Now let’s pretend
And the time that we’re changing,
Is not in our hands
And Butterflies,
Are in my head again
And keeping the score,
On the dividend
Yeah, I’ll feel free to defy you,
Now let’s pretend
And the times that we’re changing–
It’s not in my heart
Lie,
Butterfly
Sweet,
Perfect lies
High,
Butterfly
‘Cause they are everywhere,
Inside of me
Don’t stay,
‘Cause you are more to me,
Than I’ll ever weigh down tonight
You seem to fly,
With beautiful lips,
And beautiful eyes
It seems to die,
With beautiful lips,
And beautiful height
Faker than most . . .
The world was much smaller then,
The tears in your eyes aren’t pretend,
Have I been a fair-weather friend?
Faker than most,
I hope that you know,
It comes and it goes–I miss you so . . .
You felt much stronger then,
Holes in your soul don’t quite mend,
But the truth in your heart–you can bend
But I felt much happier then,
Stars are my home–I pretend,
Nighttime’s my fair-weather friend
Faker than most,
I hope that you’ll know,
When it comes and it goes–I’ll miss you so . . .
Is where we all go,
When our hearts die,
Is when our love grows,
I want to go home,
And I don’t want to be alone
‘Cause the heart that they lack is the heart that you’ve got,
They’ve been screeching for years just to make you believe,
But believing in fear is not believing in me
‘Cause the love that they lack is the love that we’ve got,
They’ve been preaching for years just to make you believe,
But believing in ghosts–it won’t save you from me
Any less in here? (lesson)
‘Cause when you’re real,
You don’t disappear
Blame butterflies for it,
This Is Why you’ve been Catching Your Breath,
17 Years all but a Ghost is left
It misses,
The noise
It misses,
And this is,
The point
It misses,
The noise
Stay behind me Ellipsis.