Garage Gospels

by Ghost Audio

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Debut EP from Brisbane Garage Band Ghost Audio!

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released December 9, 2011

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Track Name: The Fugitive Song
If I keep running with my all,
All I can muster 'til I fall,
Prey to what's behind me,
Will it have mercy on my soul?
Soul deep I promise not crawl,
Crawl on, you won't find me,
And god damn this rotten smell in here,
Five bucks says that it's fear,
Crawling up my legs again,
And god love me if I can't go on,
Consumed by all this wrong,
Lost in this fugitive song.

I swear I never knew that,
I'd never get away,
And I swear I'll never fly again,
If you'll just break me kindly,
Foul demon behind me,
I swear I'll never fly again.

Sore feet and sore company,
Company biting at my knees,
Buckling under history,
And I feel it digging in my side,
My side, my soul and my pride,
At having outrun memories,
And god damn this rotten heart in tow,
Why can't it just leave me alone?
I've lived so far beyond it now,
And god love me if it catches me,
Tears me piece from fucking piece,
Taking me down at top speed.

I swear I never knew that,
I'd never get away,
And I swear I'll never fly again,
If you'll just break me kindly,
Foul demon behind me,
I swear I'll never fly again.

But this nightmare ain't over yet,
Echoes filling me with dread,
Grips me in frozen sweat,
And it paints dead pictures in my head,
Turns my feet to solid lead,
And I hit the ground singing my last breath,
And god damn this thing now over me,
Forgotten pain, gnashing teeth,
Hunger ablaze for this convict heart,
And god love me though I know this beast,
Inside out, intimately,
Right down to its ice cold deep.

I swear I never knew that,
I'd never get away,
And I swear I'll never fly again,
If you'll just break me kindly,
Foul demon behind me,
I swear I'll never fly again.
Track Name: Dolls
Set sail for the heart of tonight,
My veins are "whiskey'd" and it's starting to bite,
I'm feeling jagged, jaded and cold,
I need to wander and I'm thinking bold,
So get ready to put up a fight,
We're not stopping 'til the morning light,
The city's calling and I'm sold,
I feel a million bucks and just as old.

What I need now is to get away,
From people like you,
The days are too long and I'm afraid,
Of people like you,
What I need now is an escape,
From you,
From the sun.

Face down in the gutter again,
Wondering how I got here and when,
Was going forward, somehow went back,
My brain's an enemy, my heart's on attack,
Feels like I've got the bends,
My lungs are choking and my hair's on end,
Just wanna run some more on forgotten tracks,
Forget the world, slip through the cracks.

What I need now is to get away,
From people like you,
The days are too long and I'm afraid,
Of people like you,
What I need now is an escape,
From you,
From the sun.

What I need now is to get away,
From people like you,
The days are too long and I'm afraid,
Of people like you,
What I need now is an escape,
From you,
From the sun.
Track Name: Speak
Confess yourself to me,
I'm listening,
Speak your colours unseen,
I wanna know, I wanna feel,
At least one whole promise,
Not tossed aside,
And long meaningless by now.

So come show me that I'm wrong,
But don't ask me to be strong,
We both know that I don't belong here anyway.

Confess yourself to me,
I'm listening,
Speak of all that you see,
I need to know, I need to feel,
Why it is that you hide,
From all of us,
'Cause all meaning's lost by now.

So come show me that I'm wrong,
But don't ask me to be strong,
We both know that I don't belong here anyway.
Track Name: Straight
I'm not kidding,
I'm not kidding around,
Their tears might be see-through but they're falling down,
And like flies they're dropping,
Right before your eyes,
But you can't wake up,
You're just satisfied.

It might hurt to say it straight,
But this is left too late,
No prose no metaphors, just words,
We can't play blind forever.

It's clear you're not stopping,
To smell the air of disease,
Of war, of famine,
Of death and greed,
Millions will die for our complacency,
For our fat, slow lives,
That really mean nothing.

It might hurt to say it straight,
But this is left too late,
No prose no metaphors, just words,
We can't play blind forever.