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Aokigahara Street, Pt. 2
04:17
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I can feel the hangmen watching
When I’m walking down the street
There’s a fever sick and desperate
Gnawing through a sewer grate
I thought I saw a phantom
Staring back at me
Like a mirror in a window
Living above this haunted street
Now an ocean swells
In this concrete forest
Neon lights and crowded stands
No one has a face left
Emptied eyes and hidden hands
How many leaves are blowing?
I don’t wanna know
Are the spectral currents twisting?
I don’t wanna know
Are the bones of lost boys buried under
this broken tenement?
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2. |
Ghost Town Arcade
04:57
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Who can hear the song at night
Ghosts howling, noisy poltergeists
Arcade cabinets somehow shake around
Tilted pinball machines hit the ground
An asteroids graveyard
Cobwebs paint the room
A poltergeist hangout
Banshees on the move
Everyone who’s vanished
After a day or two
Of chatting on the phone
Haunts this arcade
Can you hear that victory sound?
High scores ringing, specters all around
Quarters rolling, silver pocket lint
A lonely place filled up with crowds and spit
And there’s cobwebs in me too
I look away I look away I look away
And there’s specters in my room
I hide away I hide away I hide away
Seven silver dollars in my chest
Out of order signs on my shirt.
Who can hear me wail at night?
I try to imitate the ghosts and frights
Wrapped in bandages, preserved in brine
The world will keep spinning, the world’s not mine
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3. |
Dead In Florida, 2019
04:26
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4 am I
Have to lay down
Can’t keep doing
This to myself
All the voices
Whatever seems worse
Won’t stop thinking
Can’t stop thinking
When I’m working
Nothing matters
Won’t get nowhere
No one wants me
To move back home
Or to stay here
I don’t fit right
I never fit right
When I think
About the future
There is nothing
I want to do
But find a bridge and
Hope it won’t hurt
When I hit the
freezing water
And then a wave of clarity
Finally comes to wash over me
These dark thoughts are just in my mind
And can only come out if I let them
Darker feelings
Move like rainclouds
A flood is rising
Behind my eyelids
I can’t see the
Silver linings
When the clouds come
storming over
I’ll go out in
The gale force winds
And see this typhoon
With my own eyes
This whole year I’ve baked in the sun
Dead in Florida 2019
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4. |
Spooks and Specters
05:08
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Something strange is going on
All the lights are turning off
Spooks and specters out on my lawn
And it isn’t even cold
Something weird is brewing now
There’s no lights and there’s no hope
Spooks and specters out on my lawn
And they’re knocking on the door
When I wake up in the morning
My feet are sore my eyes are blurry
I don’t move for like an hour
Shuffle ‘round like a zombie
Looking for some brains to munch on
Up all night or at least too late
Jogging drunk in the moonlight
I don’t like the shape I’m taking
So I try but don’t get too far
It’s just a matter of time
Till the ghosts come out
And we float up into the sky
How the hell is it October
I know it’s a tired cliche
but this year up and vanished
A new rut to lay and die in
Waves of mud and soggy soil
And a flair for the dramatic
my old home’s moved without me
And this new one never fit right
Am I misplaced, is this shape wrong
It’s just a matter of time
Till you look up and see
I’m a phantom in the air
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5. |
Casual Haunting
05:34
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Close captioned conversations
You can lead a horse to water
But you already have a drink
Meeting up in sickly weather
The whole wide world is contagious now
But we’re lonely anyway
Frolicking around a graveyard
a tombstone girl rings rosies round
Can we lay down in dirt?
Sticks, bones, and hoping to die
I’ll stay the night but I’ll whine a lot
Only me all the time
Casual haunting in the seaside town
Where I washed ashore
I wanna get close to you on the burial mound above dirt and bones
Closed captioning confrontations
You can leave me alone now
Exorcism all the way
Arguing in some hotel’s pool
Let’s walk down to the water
But it’s worse in the slimy waves
We make up and have a nice night
The full moon roars out a dark curse
I’m certainly sweating now
So if I vanish then what?
I was never really here to begin with
My trauma still rears its head
Weird moods and the storms that follow
Lightning zigzags down across the dark clouds
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Spectral Photography
00:52
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So I still wish that
I could feel a chill
Blow across the air
On a cool dark night
When I’m coming home from work
The pale moon turns
And seasons blend
The coldest spot
In the universe
in a lab at MIT
In the colder parts of space
The stars grow dim and fade away
In the brighter parts of space
With Saturn’s rings across my face
I’ve got jealous friends
Who still see the snow
And wish that they could
Walk on a sunny beach
Anytime they want
The hottest place
That we’ve found so far
A cloud of searing gas
Way out in Virgo
RXJ1347
Every time I feel a chill
in the middle of the night
I remember late nights drinking
with my friends at their college.
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Sunday
All the days will mix and match
Sideways
In a dream not coming back
Looking
Where the ground becomes a stone
Always
In the sky up all alone
Have you been up here long enough to say that you’ve seen saint elmo’s fire?
Blue sea
Stretching out and holding hands
Typhoon
Brewing above a distant land
I know
The wind is howling out a song
I hear
My name amongst the ones long gone
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Up all night
Spooks and specters
Giving me a fright
My life’s a marsh
A consecrated blight
I feel in me
A dwindling urge to fight
I swear I’ll find a new place
I’m alone
Echoes of an all too
precious phone
A self imposed exile
On my own
Reaching out to no one
Should have known
This is how I wanted it
But this song isn’t from 2016
So it’s forever doomed to obscurity
And this song wasn’t written in 1999
So there’s no way in hell it’ll stand the test of time
And that’s just fine
Along the way
Something subtle shifts
And I’m ok
The downpour in my mind
Has gone on break
And this distance through the air
I’ll tolerate
I swear things have been healthy
I’ve come to know
Normalcy is boring
on the phone
It doesn’t fit the narrative
I’ve sown
Through these songs
Of misplaced sadness
Is this how I want it?
I named this song after a tour by a British comedian
His name is James Acaster and he has a special on Netflix I liked a lot
So I decided to name this song after his tour and so I emailed his manager asking
If this would be ok and no one ever said it was ok, they never ever replied at all
So if this isn’t cool I’m sorry dude
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10. |
Haunted House
01:39
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There’s so much I don’t know
Each time I run away
Connections leave me frayed
Tonight there will be ghosts
I’d love to be certain about these
sunspots in my mind
But I don’t know if I’ll ever know
if I’m really blind
I’d want to be certain about these
sunspots in my mind
Tonight there will be ghosts
I don’t want to see them flying
I won’t be their host
I’ll hide away from anyone else.
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Weird Storms Daytona Beach, Florida
A weird storm brews around my head
I look at my feet instead
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