ABCD Ep

by Ghost Chief

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03:29
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04:43
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02:01

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ABCD Ep was recorded from June 2012 - December 2012 with Jim Keaney at Devotion Recording

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released 05 March 2013

Ted MacDonald - Vocals, Guitar
Stephen Capachione - Keys
Dan Smith - Bass

All percussion performed by Jim, Ted, Steve and Dan

Guest Vocals :
"Cincy" : Ian Oliver (The Workout)
"Dexterous" : Dan Smith (Emma Ate the Lion)
"Ethernaut" : Buck Collings (Mr. Fyner and the Tech Ed Room)

Special thanks to John Bell (JB) for the album artwork

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Track Name: Arson
The sun sets unlike thoughts of you
Let's throw another heart on the barbecue
And cook it up medium well
This should be big enough to feed all us
Under over-thinking lobes
Some allergens pretend to be colds
And stuff you up
Stuff me up
Stuff us up
Once again we sit in ovals
Our reaction time too slow to
To all, to all
To all embers getting blown up
Crash landing on your jeans
And on your feet
Prepare an alibi or two
In case they catch us
Red white blue
Or an escape on our bikes
We should be quick enough
They'll eat our dust
They’d keep gaining in their cars
We’d veer off the trail into the dark
And laugh it up
So once again we sit in ovals
Our reaction time's still slow to
To all, to all
To all embers getting blown up
Crash landing on your jeans
And on your feet
Let's start a fire
Let's start a fire
And watch it burn
Let's start a fire
Let's start a fire
And watch it all burn
Track Name: Bleacher
Woke up today with a taste in my mouth
that this could all be left unsaid
All the songs of bitterness towards failed relationships
have left a horse worse than dead
Fleas fly around a rotting romantic
Get it over with, bury him
You leave some flowers, still in doubt,
at the base of the headstone reading,
"There was nothing else to sing about"

My hand is powerless
Pen enslaved to the page
In the months after the break
I shall share the same fate as this paper
Torn up and strewn across the room
In my tomb writing tunes trying to swoon her back
Prove me careless and callous
And though my sails are ripped and tattered
I vowed to find less obvious subject matter

But your face is an open book
God, I won't try to read ahead; July
Guess I'll get lost, forever in a prologue
Your face is an open book
but I won't try to read ahead; July

Perhaps I'll purchase a pass
Jump on a plane, a train, a boat
Not caring where it goes
So long as it fuels my creative outlet
Stops the dreams in which I pout and
Sell love songs like a lemonade stand
Sugar, water, your wish is my command
Cures a recent spell of mumbling
A sentence stuttered, stumbling, crumbling
Grammar castles lost in grainy, verbal sand
While the females spin their web
A hellish harness above my bed
Eyelids collapse and they prepare for their descent
Sway their hips and land, so tactical
Upon my lips, break in, impractical

Your face is an open book
But I won't try to read ahead; July
Guess I'll get lost, forever in a prologue
Your face is an open book
But I won’t try
I won't try to read ahead next time

Predictable as sin
One of your kind will come and rally my hormones
I’ll get hooked in with a grin
Same story, different hairstyle, eyes, skin tone
In a letter to the future from the past
Keep guessing at the lessons learned
And lack of what we had
Oh no, not again
No, no, no, not again
Track Name: Cincy
I think I loved somebody once
And felt the world spinning off its axis
Like it found a way to slingshot around the sun
And wave goodbye to its orbit
I thought I found a home inside her voice
In rough-housing with each other’s eardrums
I built a fort out of the couch and found it awesome
She thought it dumb
Dumb, I’m so dumb

I think about her every night
My legs, they shake at just thought of the sight
Still stuck to as where I
Must have tripped on such luck
There must be a couple magnets in my cheeks
Polarity rips my lips apart and exposes my teeth
And even when conversation’s static
I’m still elated and ecstatic

Though I lack a garden
I’ve got the greenest thumbs around
Truly trying my hardest
Not to plant a seed of doubt
In her mind
But mostly mine
Now mesmerized, to my chagrin
And photosynthesis begins

(Inner dialogue)

I know
I’ll write her a song
To prove there’s more out there
than lucky sperm and sweaty jocks
Bragging all about their job promotions
And burning out of parking lots
Blasting Country/Classic Rock
I’ll cite fedoras as a source to my frustration soaring
When a one, five, six, four chord progression
Cuts the room into two sections:
Those who stare amazed and praise (thee)
The rest aware of just how lazy
This clown playing a ukulele
Must have been one day
To think he’d buy the kit
Use Google hits
and navigate his finger tips
To correlate with heartless charts
String them together and call it “art”
While I start eating salad
Take two weeks to write a silly ballad
Miss my team play super bowls
Commute a day, each way, alone
I may have pushed the envelope
But she liked it
She was all, ”Come chase me, Ted.”
I was all, “Fuck it, I’m in.”

Because I’m a mere mortal
Painting a mural on the sidewalk
With blood and guts
Just a kid with a cape
Jumping from roof to roof
Until he falls in love
Downward trajectory, head first unexpectedly in love
No reciprocity at terminal velocity in love
Downward trajectory towards earth unexpectedly in love
To think! To think! To think! To think!
I thought I loved someone
Track Name: Dexterous
Someday my hands will grow old and weak
They will stiffen up and fail
Oh I hope by then, like an autumn leaf
I’ve learned to live with snow, with hail
Because we know it’s all
More important than how you pluck and bend some strings

A knight who fights through the tightest of arthritis
Fends off fire-breathing, flying, roaring, torrid, tendinitis
And can’t imagine that his passion will come crashing down around him
As he muddles through the puddles, the muck and mire of carpal tunnels
He knows it’s all
Just a matter of time before his final chord rings and resolves
Waiting
Thinking

Maybe I’ll just cut them off
And watch them decompose without me
Maybe I’ll just lop them off
Quit; find some other friends and hobbies

Someday my friends will grow old and weak
They will wrinkle up and pale
One of their kids will spot a cottage on the beach
Move there and end their fairy tale
They’ve always known it’s all
More important than how you write, recite to keys

A pilot caught flying through the toss and turn of turbulence
Through lightning, thunder, frightening crash of wasted youth and common sense
Looks down between his thighs knowing the nigh: his peers’ rejection
A photo of his wife to be, a flashing, untouched button reads: Eject!
He knows it all
Just a matter of time before his final chord rings and resolves
Waiting
Thinking

Maybe I’ll just cut them off
And watch them decompose without me
Maybe I’ll just lop them off
Quit; find some other friends and hobbies
Maybe I’ll just hack them off
Find humor in the way that I bleed
Maybe I’ll just saw them off
And be the one doing the severing for once

Tie the arm, the tightest notch upon the belt
Bitten lip, nerve ends few should have ever felt
An earsplitting pitch reverberates and swells
Regret screamed in tongues no letters long to spell

And I bled and bled and stumbled near the end
A Bond victim’s sight, a blurring, dripping red
If there’s a god with the means
To sew me tight, bind the seams
And grant this fool one more chance
Make this a cruel, cruel, cruel dream

Wake up all choked up when I see
A favorite all-time scene
Benny running the bases alone
Track Name: Ethernaut
It’s mid-day, all curled up in a bed
It’s rare of me to be outside
I’d rather play, shoot my friends in the head
Feed my need to compete, online
I’ll keep on going through the motions
Suck down carbonated potions
Be a role-playing machine
Fueled by sucralose and caffeine
Want to believe it gives me wings
When actually they’re being clipped
With every pack and every can
And every gulp and every sip

It’s on the others
To motivate and keep me active
It’s on the others
To find me love, find me attractive
It’s on the others
To kiss and bottle feed, coddle me
While I’m crying and whining
Over my colossus of losses:
All the time I’ve wasted playing video games

Slayer, I live for multiplayer
Feel empowered by increasing ranks
Status: “I’M ON A ROLL IN MADDEN!”
No time to shower off the grease and stank
To think of all the years evolving
Leaps and bounds in new technology
Gave virtual lobotomies
To every button-pressing glutton
Anti-social shut-ins got a wheel inside their cage
Now free to jump, now free to duck
Now free to run in place

It’s on the others
To motivate and keep me active
It’s on the others
To find me love, find me attractive
It’s on the others
To kiss and bottle feed, coddle me
While I’m crying and whining
Over my colossus of losses:
All the time I’ve wasted playing video games

They’re games, just games

We’ll never suffer defeat
We’d rather not take the risk
And be devoid of all feelings
We’ll never really achieve
Our histories’ on a disk
Forever spinning, ever reeling

It’s on the others
To motivate and keep you active
It’s on the others
To find you love, find you attractive
It’s on the others
To kiss and bottle feed, coddle you
While you’re crying and whining
Over your colossus of losses:
All the time you’re wasting playing video fucking games
Track Name: phantasm
I used to fear scars, the neighbor’s dog
Spewing drool upon the fence of which he gnawed
Feared getting lost inside the swamp
Where even deep we’d be mere feet from my side lawn
The thought of Mo Vaughn falling
I feared the news, towns slowly scroll
Not seeing “Weymouth Public Schools” with all this snow
Feared pretty girls and volcanoes
Some dinosaurs would knock down doors to eat me whole
I feared the dark side of the force
Verbal abuse that got let loose for skipping chores
Feared maybe Mom would search my drawer
And find some soft-core porn
Nomar falling
I feared the kids one grade above me
Thought they were faster, smarter, stronger and owned guns
I feared the class would make fun of me
Squeaking pubescent lessons out from my shy lungs
I feared the ropes, got forced to climb up
Forfeit the in tact, uncracked status of your spine
I feared the tests where, next thing, your time’s up
Answering C on every empty clueless line
Someone’s calling
And I answer to just hear a click
Oh what I’d give for the days these things made me afraid