1. |
Over
02:35
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I don't know where you're going to
But I know you won't tell me.
I don't know what you're thinking about
But I guess I never did.
You walked away
I don't make a move
You scream my name
I just can't hear you
And I guess you were right
I don't really care about anyone else at all
Well I see your taillights fading on
But I don't feel anything
I guess that I expected more
Than ending up with nothing
You walked away
I don't make a move
You scream my name
I just can't hear you
And I guess you were right
I don't really care about anyone else at all
Well I don't know where you're going to
But I know you won't tell me
I really don't give a damn
Just don't come back to me.
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2. |
Think, Sleep, Breathe
02:08
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Every second you're gone
I just stare at my phone
Feels like a heart attack
When you don't text me back
Cause I can't think
When you're not here
That's co-dependency my dear
I get drunk on the couch
Every time you go out
Burn through too many packs
Till the sun hits my back
Cause I can't sleep
When you're not here
That's co-dependency my dear
Walls start closing in
The air starts getting thin
My stomach rips apart when
I hear your car start
Cause I can't breathe
When you're not here
That's co-dependency my dear
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3. |
Urban Tarpit
03:21
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Neon shining, the smoke is rising
I keep looking but you're nowhere to be found
Bodies sleeping, the dumpsters leaking
I keep walking breaking glass with every step
I can't get you out of my mind
Or out from under my skin
When I'm not with you
I'm drenched in sweat, my body shakes, and I can't see straight
And I'm afraid that I might die tonight
If I can't find you
Cherries glowing, papers rolling
Bathing alleys in their faint orange light
The streetlights flicker, and the streets are littered
Asking myself why I think that this will work
I can't get you out of my mind
Or out from under my skin
When I'm not with you
I'm drenched in sweat, my body shakes, and I can't see straight
And I'm afraid that I might die tonight
If I can't find you
Lanes start merging, the wheel is swerving
My heart beats faster as I race to get you home
The TV's on low, the curtain's drawn closed
My breath gets shorter, my mind starts to slip away
I can't get you out of my mind
Or out from under my skin
When I'm not with you
I'm drenched in sweat, my body shakes, and I can't see straight
And I'm afraid that I might die tonight
If I can't find you
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4. |
Old Me
02:17
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We'd stay in bed all day, and smoke the time away
I'd hold you close, hanging on to everything that you'd say
And I know that we can't go back
All those memories are stuck in the past
And you know that I miss them too
But I'll never miss them quite the way you do
You fall asleep, I pull us over and lean back your seat
You wake up, ask where we are I don't really know but that's fine with me
And I know that we can't go back
All those memories are stuck in the past
And you know that I miss them too
But I'll never miss them quite the way you do
We though that nothning would change, but looking round here none of it is the same
I look in your eyes and see that the person you're missing is the old me
And I know that we can't go back
All those memories are stuck in the past
And you know that I miss them too
But I'll never miss them quite the way you do
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5. |
Resin Ballin'
02:43
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I will drive three hours in the dead of night
I'm falling asleep at the wheel but I got you in my sights
And I know we're both running low, but the black gold coats our pipes
And I just passed through Giddings so I should see you soon
But this night it is so fucking dark with the clouds covering the moon
And we're both scraping the bottom of our bags, but we still got that black goo
And it seems, more often than not
I'm smoking resin instead of pot
I've stripped them stems and I've checked all them seeds
And there aint nothing but this big old ball of resin staring back at me
I wish I could go out and I wish I could re-up
Get me a bag full of green busting at the seams that is heavy to the touch
But any bag I get tonight I'll assure you this, won't be much
Well that's cause what we want and what we need are two different things
You know I want my bong loaded to the top with the nicest of greens
But I'll settle for a pipe, a lighter, and a knife if you know what I mean
And it seems, more often than not
I'm smoking resin instead of pot
I've stripped them stems and I've checked all them seeds
And there aint nothing but this big old ball of resin staring back at me
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6. |
Just Another Sad Song
02:25
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I can't stand this I just want to give up
And I wish one day all of this is gunna stop
Cause I can see how much this affects you
It fucking kills me that my problems hurt you too
And I don't wanna feel like this anymore
But nothing that I've tried has brought me one single step closer to the cure
I feel trapped, in a room I don't know anymore
Try to escape, find myself back at the liquor store
But nothing helps, and I wish I knew why
That kills me most of all, I'll never understand no matter how hard I try
And I don't wanna live like this anymore
But nothing that I've tried has brought me one single step closer to the cure
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Ghost of the Feast Austin, Texas
Depressing Indie-country from Austin, Tx.
All photography done by Echo McLaughlin
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