Ghost Ghost

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crushin’ on you [2011]

boombox

my boombox is broken
i dropped it on the floor
it won’t play my tapes
anymore, anymore


bikes + coffee

drinkin’ all this coffee
drinkin’ all this coffee
drinkin’ all this coffee
makes my heart go boom

my heart it stopped
my heart it stopped
my heart it stopped
when you walked in the room

i was wonderin’ if maybe later
you’d wanna go + ride our bikes until noon
i know a place where we can get a soda pop
+ maybe even a loaf of bread or two

and we’ll ride our bikes
we’ll ride our bikes
we’ll ride our bikes
until 3 a.m.

and we’ll never sleep
we’ll never sleep
we’ll never sleep
ever again

there’s no need to sleep, there’s no need to sleep,
there’s no need to sleep in silly little anchortown
there’s no need to sleep, there’s no need to sleep,
there’s no need to sleep when the sun never goes down

ridin’ on our bikes
ridin’ on our bikes
drinkin’ all this coffee
ridin’ on our bikes


piggy + me

i’m staring into outer space
i’m staring into outer space
looking at piggy’s sad face
while i’m staring into outer space
and oh my gawd the stars are looking really, really bright tonight

piggy’s sitting on the ground
piggy’s sitting on the ground
he ain’t ever gonna be airbound
just sitting on the ground
he’s looking for his wings again so he can learn to fly again

we’re lost in outer space
lost in outer space
the only place left with space
is way out here in outer space
but there’s nothing but black for years + somehow we managed to hit a deer

he jumped from a shooting star
jumped from a shooting star
and smashed right into our car
jumping from that shooting star
and now we’re without wings or wheels + this is just one awful deal

i’m staring at my bright red shoes
staring at my bright red shoes
those ones mr. t had too
i’m just staring at those bright red shoes
he’s gonna pity them fools but my and piggy’ll stay real cool

alone here in outer space
alone in outer space
no one wants to see our face
way out here in outer space
we ain’t going back again ‘cause me + piggy is the best of friends

we’re floating in outer space
floating in outer space
floating without a trace
way out here in outer space
and oh my gawd this galaxy has made us so very free


cotton candy clouds

the planes are so pretty in the evening sky
i’ll just lay in the grass + watch them fly
and run up on the cotton candy clouds
and sing our favorite songs real loud

let’s run away, move out of this town
build a house where we can watch the sun go down


radio

you left yer radio on
all night long
i heard my favorite song
and started to sing along
i don’t mind you coming here
+ wasting all my time
cause when yer standing oh so near
i kind of lose my mind
baby let me lose my mind over you

i can’t get any sleep
with yer cat at my feet
she is clawing at my toes
and i think she wants my nose
but i really like yer kitty cat
so i don’t get what’s up with that
while she’s clawing out my eyeballs
i am writing on the wall
kitty cat i love you

and though the curtains are drawn
i can still see the dawn
another night without sleep
but i won’t weep
cause our hamster’s running in her wheel
+ i think that’s a big deal
little critter get some exercise
so you can chase that kitty for miles + miles
get in yer hamster ball and attack


cat song

i might write too many songs about cats
well come on whatcha think about that

siamese
calico
balinese
let’s go!

i might write too many songs about cats
well come on whatcha think about that

devin rex
russian blue
cornish rex
woohoo!

i might write too many songs about cats
well come on whatcha think about that


monsters

i ride my bike
past yer house most every night

you turn yer radio up loud
don’t care who hears the sound

i stop + ring yer bell
i’m crushin’ on you baby can’t you tell

you sing + shout
pop songs that i’m too dumb to know about

i’m down on my knees
beggin’ baby please
can we just share some z’s
catch the morning breeze

let’s spend the night
dancin’ with the monsters that we fight


ode to tammy
[instrumental]


lazy daze

those lazy summer days
the games that we would play
in the sun + the rain

down at the park
we can stay until dark
swingin’ + singin’

about ridin’ our bikes
stayin’ up all night
and all the girls that we like

we met them at the pool
the day we got off school
we thought we looked so cool

and down at the fair
i won you a teddy bear
and gave you my sweater to wear

and when september came
i watched you fly away
and all the kids did say

those lazy summer days
the girls that we would chase
in the sun + the rain


anarchy in the ak

i went riding on my bike late last night
down to that thrift store past northern lights
i went behind the dumpster and what did i see
but a donut eating cop staring back at me
so i hopped on my bike, raced ‘round the block
it must’ve been somewhere around 3 o’clock
and the spray paint on my hands it’d look no good
and my stencil it’d just be misunderstood

anarchy in the ak

so i raced down the street as them street racers sped
and i watched all them suckers wind up dead
outside the bar there was a drunken bout
i didn’t hear what it was they was shouting ‘bout
but mr. officer he just wanted me
for talking about anarchy
yeah mr. officer he just wanted me
for talking about anarchy

anarchy in the ak

i raced down the street with him hot on my heels
him in his squad car, me on two wheels
i thought up a plan as shots were fired
to share with everyone what i desired
around the corner we both went pop
and golden donuts brought him to a grinding stop
as i raced on off into the middle of the night
i shouted out with all my might

anarchy in the ak



freedom for freaks [2010]

grrrl in the front row at the rawk show

grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
those mosquitoes are dancing on my window
and those pine trees sway in the wind
those mosquitoes never get in

grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
you saved my glasses last night
i lost them in the pit
i don’t know what i’d do without them
i wouldn’t be able to see you
i wouldn’t see a goddamn thing

grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
i’m just waiting for you to say hello
and maybe you’ll give me a chance
to ask you on out for a dance

grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
those mosquitoes still dance on my window
and those pine trees sway in the wind
those mosquitoes never get in
i don’t know what they want
i don’t know what they need
maybe it’s my blood
my stupid haircut
my nonexistent silly boyish charm
but i really think it’s my blood
and that’s a downright shame
cause there’s something i did for you
grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
i promised all my blood to you


anarchy in the ak

i went riding on my bike late last night
down to that thrift store past northern lights
i went behind the dumpster and what did i see
but a donut eating cop staring back at me
so i hopped on my bike, raced ‘round the block
it must’ve been somewhere around 3 o’clock
and the spray paint on my hands it’d look no good
and my stencil it’d just be misunderstood

anarchy in the ak

so i raced down the street as them street racers sped
and i watched all them suckers wind up dead
outside the bar there was a drunken bout
i didn’t hear what it was they was shouting ‘bout
but mr. officer he just wanted me
for talking about anarchy
yeah mr. officer he just wanted me
for talking about anarchy

anarchy in the ak

i raced down the street with him hot on my heels
him in his squad car, me on two wheels
i thought up a plan as shots were fired
to share with everyone what i desired
around the corner we both went pop
and golden donuts brought him to a grinding stop
as i raced on off into the middle of the night
i shouted out with all my might

anarchy in the ak


telephone
[instrumental]


radio

you left yer radio on
all night long
i heard my favorite song
and started to sing along
i don’t mind you coming here
+ wasting all my time
cause when yer standing oh so near
i kind of lose my mind
baby let me lose my mind over you

i can’t get any sleep
with yer cat at my feet
she is clawing at my toes
and i think she wants my nose
but i really like yer kitty cat
so i don’t get what’s up with that
while she’s clawing out my eyeballs
i am writing on the wall
kitty cat i love you

and though the curtains are drawn
i can still see the dawn
another night without sleep
but i won’t weep
cause our hamster’s running in her wheel
+ i think that’s a big deal
little critter get some exercise
so you can chase that kitty for miles + miles
get in yer hamster ball and attack


acbooty
[instrumental]


state trooper [bruce springsteen]

new jersey turnpike ridin’ on a wet night
'neath the refinery's glow, out where the great black rivers flow
license, registration, i ain’t got none
but i got a clear conscience ‘bout the things that i done
mister state trooper, please don’t stop me
please don’t stop me, please don’t stop me

maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife
the only thing that i got’s been botherin’ me my whole life
mister state trooper, please don’t stop me
please don’t stop me, please don’t stop me

in the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy,
radio relay towers lead me to my baby
radio’s jammed up with talk show stations
just talk, talk, talk, talk, till you lose your patience
mister state trooper, please don’t stop me

ain’t somebody out there, listen to my last prayer
hi-ho silver-o, deliver me from nowhere



sunshine, lollipops, + hand grenades [2009]

6 days

i’ve got 6 days, 72 hours,
3500 miles til i see you again

or it could be one day, 6 hours,
2500 miles if i can get on the plane

stow me in the cargo hold, throw me in yer seat back
hide me in the baggage claim, i don’t need to pack

i don’t wanna go
6 days, 72 hours, 3500 miles
down a long winding road
where i don’t know anyone or any of the places in between

stow me in the cargo hold, put me in yer seat back
hide me in the baggage claim, i don’t need to pack
i’ll sit next to you or i’ll sit in yer lap
i’ll tell you stories, i’ll tell you secrets
and we’ll look out the window + build ourselves a quilt
out of farm fields + empty houses
abandoned railways + places to stay
abandoned railways + places to stay

but right now i got
6 days, 72 hours,
3500 miles til i see you again

get me on that plane
i don’t care when the flight is
i don’t care where it goes
just get me back home

cause you know i can’t drive six days down this winding road
hell you should know better than i that i can’t even drive six hours away from my home


crushed flowers pt 1

it’s raining every time i step out in this city
+ i’m just looking for someone real pretty
who will let me crush some flowers in the dirt
while looking at the flowers on her skirt

now there is no night + there is no day
+ time is just a metaphor, so let’s all stay awake
let’s hold hands while we’re running ‘round the docks
darting behind boxes while we’re hiding from the cops

+ even if it rains all the while we’re awake
we’ll stay inside + bake a birthday cake
bust out the popcorn + have a battle
look out the rainy window + pretend that it’s seattle


things i could never find a way to say [the ergs!]

i was wondering if maybe we could do something next friday
cause i think yer band is really great + yer hair looks really cute that way

i know this might seem sudden + crazy but these are the things i could never find a way to say

if you’d be my grrrl, it would be so cool
if you’d be my grrrl, it would be so indie rawk it’s a shame


bikes + coffee

drinkin’ all this coffee
drinkin’ all this coffee
drinkin’ all this coffee
makes my heart go boom

my heart it stopped
my heart it stopped
my heart it stopped
when you walked in the room

i was wonderin’ if maybe later
you’d wanna go + ride our bikes until noon
i know a place where we can get a soda pop
+ maybe even a loaf of bread or two

and we’ll ride our bikes
we’ll ride our bikes
we’ll ride our bikes
until 3 a.m.

and we’ll never sleep
we’ll never sleep
we’ll never sleep
ever again

there’s no need to sleep, there’s no need to sleep,
there’s no need to sleep in silly little anchortown
there’s no need to sleep, there’s no need to sleep,
there’s no need to sleep when the sun never goes down

ridin’ on our bikes
ridin’ on our bikes
drinkin’ all this coffee
ridin’ on our bikes


i wish you would just stay

i met her down at the thrift store
down by that stupid ass mall
she waved + took my picture
+ totally in love i did fall

pictures + zines
+ all sorts of pretty things

we took all we had
+ met up the next day
+ stickered up this town
before it got grey

spray paint + tunes
i think ya know what we do

we got around
to starting a band
+ riding bikes
all over this land

with river rifle on the bank
no one needs a gas tank

i quickly learned
good things can’t last
but smuggling coffee
won’t put me in a cast

two sugars, two creams
a coffee for the girl of my dreams

now the gypsy girl is gone
off to the rose city
where it ain’t grey everyday
+ the flowers smell awfully pretty

i just wish you’d come back
anchortown won’t bite you in the ass


scareview love song

sometimes, my eyes, see the sunrise, but it’s sunset
i laid in bed, all day, again, again
with a grrrl, that i like, and i think, that i might
just tell her, i am falling, i am falling, i am falling, for her

i am running into soft corners at each + every turn
riding the rails into yer eyes
i am chasing bunny rabbits who smoke crack without any tails
roaming these roads at night

+ fairview can be scareview if you don’t play yer cards right
but you + me i think we’ll be alright
we know where to go + where not to go
+ crack carrs is quite fun at night

+ i don’t see what you see in a silly punk rawk boy like me
+ i don’t even know what i got
but maybe i could ask you just one thing
+ that would be to sing along

i am running into soft corners at each + every turn
riding the rails into yer eyes
i am chasing bunny rabbits who smoke crack without any tails
roaming these roads at night
i am chasing bunny rabbits who smoke crack without any tails
roaming these roads at night


i am just a nervous shy boy

when i get nervous
i play with the buttons on my favorite shirt
i’ve been wearing it for a few weeks
i hope you don’t think i’m a freak
and if you can stand my dirty shirt
and you don’t think i’m a freak
then i think i might
just ask you to marry me

when i have someone to meet
i just stare down at my feet
i talk right into them
i am not good at making new friends
i bought those shoes so i might think
that i had something neat on my feet
i bought them so that maybe
mr. t would be with me

when i want to talk to someone
i take lots of coffee + drugs
but they don’t do me any good
'cause i end up squished like a bug
and nicotine makes my voice raspy
and i don’t think grrrls like voices that are raspy
and maybe they do and maybe they don’t
i don’t know i bet they just think i’m nuts

and i am just a nervous shy boy
who only wants to play with toys
and roll down the hill with you
and ride down again in our sled
and i’ll sip hot cocoa with you
while we stay in + watch cartoons
and i’ll probably fall in love with you
because it is so much fun to do


falling like a comet from the sky

the headlights on all the cars flicker + burn with every turn
+ the neon signs at all the bars invite me in but i never learn
+ i don’t think that drunken wisdom has taught me one damn thing
+ i don’t think i’ll ever get what the grrrls mean when they look me in the eye

and i’ve fallen in love every night this past week
it’s a bad habit i know but it keeps me on my feet
+ i don’t think i’ll ever learn, that i only destined to crash + burn
falling like a comet from the sky


i need…

i need to taste yer tongue
i need to taste yer soul
i need to see yer brain
i need to feel yer heart

cause maybe then i can start thinkin’ about what i’m supposed to do

i need to wear yer clothes
and you need to wear all of mine
you could say that we need each other
but we both know that’s a lie

cause who ever knows where we’re supposed to go

i need you to calm my nerves
i need you to break my heart?
i need to feel again
i need you

oooooooooh ooooooooh oooooooh


postcards

i’ve got some postcards on my wall
and some books i’ve yet to read
i’ve got some songs i wanna play for you
oh baby please

i’ve been working on a cd for you
full of songs i think you’ll like
it’s got a silly collage on the front cover
oh baby please

i’ve been waiting for you to come on home
for the past three weeks
you know it’s getting awfully cold
sleeping alone between these sheets

i’ve been living all alone
staring at empty coffee cups
smoking too many cigarette butts
oh baby please

there’s some writings on my wall
i don’t know what they mean
they’ve been here for years + years + years
oh baby please

i’ve been waiting for you to come on home
for the past three weeks
you know it’s getting awfully cold
sleeping alone between these sheets

i got yer letter today
said you’d be home soon
got so excited i stayed up all night
oh baby please

so postman, don’t delay
send my baby today
put her in a box like she said she’d be
oh baby please

i’ve been waiting for you to come on home
for the past three weeks
you know it’s getting awfully cold
sleeping alone between these sheets


30s love song! [porches]

when i’m riding my bike alone, well i’ll take the long road home
so i can hear one more song on my headphones

+ occasionally i will just see what i can see, the sounds of the road will make me feel free
sprinklers swishing, skaters skatin’ all right next to me

+ the birds aren’t really singing, it’s just their own special way of talking
+ that reminds me of you cause i can hear a song in everything you do


mixtape song

i got this cassette recorder down at the thrift store a little while ago
+ i started to make this mixtape for a grrrl that i know
+ then something went horribly, horribly wrong

you see this cassette recorder, it came from a long time ago
it was 1980 or something i don’t really know
but it was mine + it was the greatest thing to ever happen to me

so i skipped my late night class
so i could finish this tape at last
+ then i started listening to it

but like i said this cassette recorder, like i said it was really old
it didn’t like me + it didn’t the cold
it took me ten tries to get all the songs i loved right

then i started playing a is for acoustic
+ ohmigosh that thing sounded so beautiful
it was just like music to my ears

then i started to play b is for upside down
+ backwards p which is for punk
+ ohmigod that side just rawked me up

but i listened again + said hey now something’s a little fucked up
so i should go back + record some more stuff
+ that’s when everything, it all went wrong

see this cassette recorder it ate my motherfucking tape
+ now i don’t know what i’m gonna do with it
ohmigod what grrrl is ever gonna go for me

this cassette recorder it started eating my fucking mixtape
+ that was the last bit of hope i had for this grrrl
+ now this grrrl she’s never ever gonna go for me

+ then the next day i still hadn’t seen her
so i guess it was a little ok that my tape was quite a bit fucked up
cause i had bought myself a smidge of time

+ i didn’t see her the day after that, so i guess everything was kind of fine
but i had to take my casette tape somewhere nice
a house party, you know

see i told these boys i would go + record their songs
+ ohmigod they’re the finest boys around
their songs give music a whole new life

and so me + the cassette recorder went to this house party
+ geez, i don’t know where it was or anything
up on some hill or something

+ i got pretty smashed outta my fucking mind
i can’t remember half of what happened that night
i think i played a shit ton of drunk guitar

+ so i was pretty smashed + i was pretty gone
didn’t know what the fuck was going on
but i told someone that their head it looked like a mop

+ i was told that i stole lots + lots of beers
+ honestly, i don’t know…
fuck ‘em

so anyways, like i said, i recorded their songs on my trusty cassette recorder
it wasn’t eating tape this time which was pretty nice
about as nice as natty ice

+ then the time came to go home + i didn’t know which way home was
it was this way or that way or some way, it wasn’t by me
i didn’t know where i was going + it sure as hell wasn’t the way i came from

+ so i grabbed my cassettes + ran on outside
+ i said ‘ah fuck, i left the recorder indoors
oh nooooo’

+ one of them nice boys went in + got that recorder
brought it on home + i gave him a quarter
he didn’t take my quarter, but he did take a cigarette

now like i said one of them boys brought home my recorder
but i haven’t seen him today + i’m feeling kind of lonely
i can’t work on this mixtape for that grrrl

i mean it’s really hard to work on mixtape when you don’t got a cassette recorder
+ it’s damn near impossible get a grrrl when you ain’t got a mixtape
+ i can’t work on this mixtape for that grrrl
+ i can’t work on this mixtape for that grrrl
+ i can’t work on this mixtape for that very pretty + special grrrl


grrrl in the front row at the rawk show

grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
those mosquitoes are dancing on my window
and those pine trees sway in the wind
those mosquitoes never get in

grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
you saved my glasses last night
i lost them in the pit
i don’t know what i’d do without them
i wouldn’t be able to see you
i wouldn’t see a goddamn thing

grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
i’m just waiting for you to say hello
and maybe you’ll give me a chance
to ask you on out for a dance

grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
those mosquitoes still dance on my window
and those pine trees sway in the wind
those mosquitoes never get in
i don’t know what they want
i don’t know what they need
maybe it’s my blood
my stupid haircut
my nonexistent silly boyish charm
but i really think it’s my blood
and that’s a downright shame
cause there’s something i did for you
grrrl in the front row at the rawk show
i promised all my blood to you

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