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Nowhere Left To Ghost

by Brodie Moniker

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1.
Old Sandbox 04:25
Where'd you go? What did you leave behind? You used to dance and sing But now you stand in line Where'd you go? You lost sight of the sun while you were blinded by the snow You were strong when you were young They taught you to throw stones And then turn around and run Where are you now? What did you hope to find? You used to scale these mountains, But now they're hard to climb Where are you now? Are you busy being witty, tryna see the city from the town? They stole your thunder and killed all the lights The cops were on your tail for breaking windows in the night, yeah
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Patience 06:24
Found her in the morning time A touch softer than before Piper came and took his rent And left rats all on the floor People fight their battles and they'll often start a war When sickness takes a soul so fast it leaves danglin ends of hope Acreage trees and cigarettes the smells you'd thought you'd know You came back from far away and the life you knew was gone Do you blame your mother for livin in her fears? With choked back words and many tears, for many, many years Patience, joy is relative to pain, Your heart is on my sleeve again Pasted Moments on a membrane These arms for you, for some things never go away In my life I've come across that all souls are line with gold I try to feel their eminence and let it fill my soul Things in time they will remind you of times you thought were gone And take you back to where you were so many moons ago Patience, joy is relative to pain, Your heart is on my sleeve again Pasted Moments on a membrane These arms for you, but you're ambivalent and hard to please
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We thought his time had come, His eyes were gone His skin was purple like the turning of a leaf And the firefighters slaved For they thought he could be saved We stood there helpless holding a brand new car battery And the papers said later he returned home Or maybe he never did go If a line is drawn between death and this, Would there be time spent in holding missing this? Or if all is as one, and cannot be undone, Then I'm as guilty or as holy as I wished With nothing holding me here I'd go on Slip on out Someday you would find me Lying in the ground with a good suit on Just waitng for the worms to lick my bones But I know... Right now I'd probably fly to venus still searching for a chord to take me home When my time does come They might just play this song They'll serve lunch and tea and there you may be I may look on from above Or it may be that with love, you just live on in the heart of anothers memory If i spend too much time wondering about it, I remove any doubts Someday you would find me Lying in the ground with a good suit on Just waitng for the worms to lick my bones But I know... Right now I'd probably fly to venus still searching for a chord to take me home You'll find I'm lying in the ground with a good suit on just waiting for the worms to carry on, now Until the earth looks just like Venus and we're still pinin for a chord to take us home.
5.
Punching Bag 03:19
I could be your punching bag or I could be your catherines wheel I could be your half time feel You could be my porno mag I could be your punching bag You can draw your skulls and bones You can worship all your stones But I know I'm just a bridge Here to take you cross that ridge When we get there you'll let me know There was a day you could not keep time I tried to ease your worried mind You were lost but now you're found Had to turn yourself around I mighta shown you what to think of But outta spite or outta love? I can't always be your side man You take my time with each grain of sand My house of cards became your home But you are not its cornerstone I cannot always be your sideman So show me something with that old time feel And you could be my polished steel But you stay hidden in the sheath, Waitin there to cut me deep While I slowly change believes Do you have any dreams to trade, Cuz I won't be no punching bag
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Push Play DJ 04:11
You been branded, You been pegged They cut off one of your legs You ran in circles to the station downtown Theres good cops and theres bad But do you know when you been had? Light in your eyes cigarettes in your hands They read you all your rights You swore you would not lie And now you're crucified cuz ya did And you their pretty poster child And you're cryin cuz you don't know who you are By day its green and white, push play DJ's at night And you're painted and you're primed to go far Take a picture of yourself Or you pay somebody else in a field Or in front of a brick wall Feels good to see yourself in the light and on the shelf, Never mattered much to me at all We're all crazy and its true You don't ever really know who You are in the public view till you foot that bill
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They all watched it burn I’d been watching it for years All those buildings down on high street Not too many shed a tear I was never much for hockey I think I coulda been a dancer And those birds that left, way out west I hope they all found their answers You can’t find yourself without taking chances And I wish there was more mystery that surrounded you and me But this whole town knows us both so well Our reputation precedes us now I don’t know why I don’t care how I could fight it but I know its just as well I can’t say I miss your street signs But I miss having those eyes That used to look with endless wonder Into the burning pink of the endless living skies, but yeah Even birds return to the land of living skies There’ll never be that mystery that surrounded you and me And this old town will never come around I coulda I’d made more time for love, instead of always thinking of The ways that it kept me on the ground

credits

released March 25, 2017

All tracks engineered and mixed by Orion Paradis at SoulSound Studios
except for Patience, engineered and mixed by Eric La France at Jawbone Studios and Old Sandbox engineered by B. Moniker at LabourLove and Orion Paradis at SoulSound studios.

Mastered by Orion Paradis.

Produced by Brodie Moniker

Lyrics and music by Brodie Moniker

Drake Mark - Drums
Brodie Moniker - Guitar, keys and Vocals
Steve Leidel- Bass
Catherine Folstad - Cello
Karley Anne Parovsky - Violin

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Making music for over 15 years, large back catalogue available through this site, music from old bands, basement jams, sound experiments and theatre productions, with more music to come!

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