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Personal Political

by the Ghostwrite

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1.
Maybe I should move to Canada or somewhere further away First it was Afghanistan Then Iraq and Pakistan Then Yemen and Syria Iran and North Korea Put them in a blender and hit repeat Maybe I should move to Canada or somewhere further away Oh, our colors don't run or hide It's the American way But I'm not running or hiding I'm just trying to escape At least for a while Maybe I should move to Canada or somewhere further away Oh, we have mouths to feed and mortgages to pay What better way to solve our problems than by declaring war and calling it the New Deal?
2.
Oh god, I miss my friends even the ones who never call or write me back And I don't know where to place the blame? But I've been doing okay keeping all these thoughts of self-destruction in check It's not like I'd rather be dead It's just some days I'd rather not feel alive Oh god, I miss my friends even the ones who act more like enemies And I don't know where to place the blame? Even when I'm around I'm not really there I guess this is exactly what I signed up for
3.
I'll assume he was drunk (he wasn't) when he proclaimed two-hundred dollars goes a long way in Thailand Sending broadcasts from nine-thousand miles away Are you drinking Sing and throwing up in that South China Sea? Does it feel the same as chugging vodka and passing out under a warm summer's night in Flint, Michigan? I know you know it's not very becoming And I'll never forget the first time you told me that Reading the Fountainhead while killing time in Kansas City All I could think was please don't quote Ayn Rand around me ever again Oh, we pick and we pull like any good comrade would do I know you know it's not very becoming
4.
Time Quakes 01:58
Nostalgic for a place that doesn't even exist At least not here or there or anywhere I've ever been If I close my eyes Mute my ears Count to ten If I believe two plus two equals five then its gotta exist somewhere This might be the first time This might be the last time I get this anxious or restless Can't eat Can't sleep or think about anything other than how some ideas were killed before they could bloom This might be the last time This might be the first time I get this anxious or restless Is it a blessing or a curse? I don't want to look a gift-horse in the mouth
5.
Growing up at the beach lost at sea Growing up in a box far from free I told my parents I'd be a professional baseball player America's pastime A real American dream But how can I tell them? The dream was dead before the Cold War or Desert Storm the era of Reagan and Bush Clinton and Bush (and Obama) passed down from Vietnam Even before that as the Nazi's flag was a-burning we dropped those Dresden bombs to put the fear of god into anyone or any nation who went against the notion that the Western Empire's the chosen one Oh goddamn I'm still waiting for those bombs to drop on me
6.
Half Pints 01:45
I might be too fucked up to ever fuck again This spirit burns I'm terrified it will never extingush The night it all came crashing down I splintered and frayed She did the same The floodgates opened-fucking-wide Now I find myself walking a line many others have tried Way up high above the towers and the pain But there's no substance or place to offer much escape The life of a rambler grinds romantic stability If this is all I know will I make it home?
7.
He can't take it back And I can't sleep it off It's there to remind me of a time when we were young and we believed in kings and queens Building our own goddamn empire inside that rusted-out coal-mining town Oh, western Pennsylvania! He's never coming back And I'm never going home It might be the coward's way out but that town has your name written all over it And when I'm there I can't help but think today might be the day I get to tell you thanks for being the best kind of friend I love you, man I fucking loved you, man And no one wants to hear it but that bullet had revolution and revelation written all over it Now I carry you everywhere I go Oh, I pray and pray and pray you're not too mad at me for running away at the age of nineteen

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The 7th EP released by the Ghostwrite. May 02, 2013.

This was recorded and mixed by J. Robbins at Magpie Cage in Baltimore Maryland on April 8, 2013.

This was mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Mastering in Upstate New York in late April 2013.

All songs written and recorded by Robby Lester.

Non-commerical, share-a-like, creative commons. Share more, profit off the backs of others less. Thanks.

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released May 2, 2013

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