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ABCD Ep

by Ghost Chief

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1.
Arson 02:25
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
2.
Bleacher 03:10
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
3.
Cincy 03:29
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
4.
Dexterous 04:43
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
5.
Ethernaut 02:18
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
6.
phantasm 02:01
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

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

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released March 5, 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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