Demos 2014

by Robby Lester

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I have some solo shows coming up this summer, so I figured why not release some new demos? I'll probably be playing these songs at said solo shows, so maybe by the time I visit you (if I'm coming yr way), these songs won't be so new. Personally, I am a fan of bands/solo performers playing new material at shows. However, it is usually more enjoyable to know the songs beforehand. Maybe I'm in the minority on this? I don't know.

Anyway, my goal with these demos, outside of turning them into sweet Black Bear Mute jams (the band I am presently playing in), is to make some proper recordings and attempt to convince an acoustic punk friend or two to release a split 7 inch or two. I think that would be real fucking neat.

Also, while I'm posting this to the Ghostwrite Bandcamp, I don't really claim the Ghostwrite moniker any longer. I'm simply going by Robby Lester for solo shows. I had one too many nervous breakdowns/shitty nights while grinding away as the Ghostwrite, and it is not something that I would like to revisit. Here's to a fresh start, hopefully.

ps. I'll still be playing a very select few Ghostwrite sing-a-long jams at shows. However, about 99% of the Ghostwrite songs will live on only in audio files, tapes, and CDs.

credits

released 21 June 2014

Recorded in live takes at the FFD House in Braddock, Pennsylvania on June 7th, 14th, 21st, 2014.

Lyrics and music by Robby Lester
Haphazardly Mixed by Robby Lester
The Cover Photo was taken by Matt Fouse a handful of years ago in Baltimore, Maryland. I still really love this photo. It's my best Johnny Cash impersonation.

As with all music I release to the internet, the rights are as followed: Non-Commercial, Creative Commons, Share-A-Like, Not-for-Profit.

Up the punx. Down those greedy sons-of-bankers.

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Robby Lester Pittsburgh

Robby Lester is an acoustic punk performer from Pittsburgh, PA. He's also the artist formerly known as the Ghostwrite. As the Ghostwrite, he toured North America frequently between June 2008 and October 2013, but too much boozing and hard living led to the collapse of this project. Now, he's slowly recovering and scheming on future tour adventures, probably Canada, the US, and possibly Europe. ... more

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Track Name: Seven Cops
Max sobered up about a hundred days
before I hit the bottom
Ugg said, don't you ever fucking forget
what that felt like
And my mom asked, did it solve
all your problems (or simply create more)?
And my dad said, it will get better
if you let it

So I'm trying
Yeah, I'm trying
Goddamn I'm trying

Liz said, I'm afraid to confront you
when you're like that
Hurting her and all my friends
with these drunken fucking slurs

But it'll get better
because I'm trying
Track Name: Blast Off
They call us crazy when we challenge them
It adds more oppression to the laundry list

Aren't we sick of this yet?

We still can't walk down
the street alone at night
Always on edge in a public space
I don't know who might have
a fucking gun

I don't want more politicians,
more laws, more cops
I don't believe in their system
Why would I believe in that?

So we surround ourselves
with this community
and a new way of thinking
for these old problems
Yeah, we surround ourselves
with this community
and a new way of thinking
to all these fucking problems

We still can't walk down
the street alone at night
Always on edge in a public space
I don't know who might have
a fucking gun

Oh, that armed rebellion
is a misguided fantasy
Those won't don't see
gender, race, creed, or nationality
are living in a fairy-tale
post-modern society
It doesn't fucking exist

We still can't walk down
the street alone at night
Always on edge in a public space
I don't know who might have
a fucking gun

Oh these night-time streets are so unsafe
Yeah, these night-time streets are so unsafe
Yeah, these night-time streets are so very fucked
just like their so-called solutions
Track Name: Nice Guns
I used to believe
all we needed was a match
all we needed was a spark
all we needed was a bomb
But that's not how it goes
Can't use the master's tools
to set a single person fucking free

I used to believe
if we burned their flags
their buildings
and their currency
Then everyone would
laugh, dance, and sing
Everybody would be free
But that's not how it goes
Playing tit-for-tat
will drag us right back
to the fucking start.
Track Name: Keep It Up and We'll Dismantle Yr Ladder
I just wanted to say
that you're doing really great
but your boss is a goddamn dick
I just wanted to say
that you're fucking beautiful
but your boss is as ugly as sin

He cares more about that stock market
and his 401K
than he does about us

I just wanted to say
that you're fucking beautiful
but you're boss is as ugly as sin
I just wanted to say
that you're doing really great
That shithead owes you a raise

So burn him down
Burn that fucker down
Yeah, burn him down
Burn his 401K down
Track Name: Distopia, the Sitcom
He's a racist and a coward
A rapist and a thief
He looks a lot like me

I wouldn't blame you
if you thought I thought
just like him
I don't expect you to believe me
but goddamn that man
I'm still waiting for the day
his power slips away
So take it back
or give it back
Yeah, take it back
Track Name: Gargantuan
It's just the way that it goes.
Oh, there's profit to be make
from every casualty.
Fucking millionaires created
from the rocket's red glare
And there's a sick sense of
American pride in the air
once again
Yeah, once again
As they steady their lasers
and take aim on another
nation state
once again...

When they say,
"it's just the way that it goes"
What they mean is,
that it's war after war
war after war

So I wonder how many more
lies and lives it will take
before the world finally puts us in our place?
It'll be the way that it goes

I might go down with this ship
but don't you fucking dare call me a patriot.
Track Name: Madness
You can justify it any way you'd like
But the food you ate
stopped a fucking beating heart
It's not essential
It's excessive
So call it what it is
Yeah, call it what it is

If that's what being a man is all about
I refuse
I refuse

You can justify it any way you'd like
Can't be for peace
when there's a war
on your dinner plate
It's not essential
It's excessive
So call it what it is
Yeah, call it what it is

If that's what being religious is all about
I don't believe
I don't believe
Track Name: The 60s Are Dead
It's like waiting for a bus on a Sunday afternoon
or driving through that Tunnel during the week's commute
or doing work your boss is supposed to do
Trying to pay off that corporate loan shark's debt
or trying to get ahead when you're broke and underpaid
Or being vegan on a dairy farm
Or being gay in small-town USA
Explaining climate-change to those who blindly follow Jesus
or teaching tolerance to the absolute atheist
Or casting a ballot for the rich white man
Protesting war that's already been declared
or claiming pacifism on this violent fucking planet

We're stuck in that baby-booming dream
And it's become this generation's nightmare

It's like waiting for a bus on a Sunday afternoon
Track Name: Yinz Have a Friend in Western PA
I heard it drug you back down to your knees
Does it feel impossible impossible to move?
I've been there more times than I'd like to recall
Every time it feels like it will be the end

But it's not impossible
And I'm sure you don't want to hear
this right now
But it's not impossible
It's just quantum physics hard