1. |
The Ghost Manifests
01:19
|
|||
2. |
The Ghost Seeps Out
02:07
|
|||
|
the ghost seeps out
straight into the wind
and your brake lights
down Mattingly
this'll hurt like shit
tomorrow
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
i am
i am a bedheaded
wrangled up sack
of red linens
find me
hung out to dry
in a sunny day dreamscape
blood red sky
and you'll be my
wooden carving
a monument to
days when i was starving
today you infest my head
ive seen the way you dance
across my toes
yeah you are killing me
you're killing me
i swear you're killing me
i swear you're killing me
please don't...
leave me here to die...
|
||||
4. |
Motherfucker
00:58
|
|||
|
im a real motherfucker, baby
and you are too
our love was a cesspool
please sever me, from you
you think you know someone
then you find out they ain't shit
wherever you are now
you can leave me out of it
|
||||
5. |
You Hate Me (Probably)
02:47
|
|||
|
everywhere i go
i see ghosts
of people i used to know
and places i used to go
burnt out buildings
burnt out like my head
one day soon
we'll both be dead
parking lot oceans
and i'm stranded
but
at least I'm stranded with you
i know you probably hate me
and if you don't
you should
i know you probably hate me
and if you don't
you really should
|
||||
6. |
Delusions of Splendor
01:30
|
|||
|
i miss the days when i
could live inside my head
call em delusions
i call em friends
life got too real
lets try to heal
machinations of faith
that motherfucker is a wraith
delusions
of splendor
we're all liars
we're all pretenders
|
||||
7. |
AlcoFuckingHolic
01:33
|
|||
|
if i had more money i'd be
an alcofuckingholic
cause there's nothing else
to do in this down
even when it's sunny
i got the midwest kid blues
i just need something
to pass the time
and if i had more money
i'd be an alcofuckingholic
feels i got nobody by my side
id drink myself to death
if it weren't for you
id drink myself to death
if it weren't for you
|
||||
8. |
Redwing Blackbird
01:49
|
|||
|
redwing blackbird
flap your wings
build your nest
inside of me
redwing blackbird
please forgive
all the worms
beneath my skin
for i am simple
i am clean
still remember
all of my dreams
you were in them
you blackbird you
help me fly
and you'll see them too
|
||||
9. |
Until I Surface
01:13
|
|||
|
can you gimme
something to breathe in?
im losing it
i think i can see them
someone stupid
someone i needed
fucking ruined
fuck-ing deleted
there's a ghost in here
i can feel it
broken mirrors and wormholes and semen
duct tape the wound
if you see red
shadows of people
with no heads
fuck you, won't forget what you said
one last guttural moan
til' I surface
|
||||
10. |
Spawn
01:23
|
|||
|
hey
don't you think you're getting too old
for this shit?
hey
aren't you getting tired of
all the lies?
im here cleansing my soul
maybe you should try it sometime
i outgrew you
a long time ago
when you betrayed our trust
with that stupid hoe
one day
you'll have to stop
blaming everybody else
for your mistakes
i miss the time we used to share
though half the time you weren't there
i'm just
protecting my head
|
||||
11. |
The Wedge
00:51
|
|||
|
and when i felt your hands
creep across my skin
i knew that i was safe in here
i'd never have to feel again
you were the wedge
you were my ghost
you weren't my friend
we'll meet again
|
||||
12. |
The Ghost Skips Town
01:22
|
|||
|
the ghost
seeps the fuck out
straight into the ice cold wind
its translucent imminence
cannot be felt
and skeleton fingers
start to lose their grip
i sleep
and you're not in my dreams
anymore
you are not fucking permanent
and neither am I
you're not my ghost anymore
|
||||
Dogbert Ohio
Making lo-fi tunes for ghosts, goblins and little green men.
If you like Dogbert, you may also like:
Make-Believe a.k.a. 365 Days vol. 4
by Jessica in The Rainbow
Dreamy, intimate experimental pop, part of the artist's challenge to herself to write and record a song every single day of the year.
go to album
Live In... New York City
by Tex Crick
Australian artist Tex Crick takes a low-key, 70s singer-songwriter approach to his latest collection of songs.
go to album
Market, from Melbourne, fuse soul and chillwave on a wonderfully woozy song with rubbery guitars & breathy harmonies.
go to album
These four songs from Melbourne-based Market are low-lit and soothing, soft vocals swaddled in tender guitar lines.
go to album
Something's There But You're Not Sure What
by Friends of Fox Food
This compilation is a good cross-section of indie and lo-fi tunes from the community of the UK-based independent label.
go to album
Peter Sagar soothes with a soft wash of synths and his cooing, curving falsetto.
go to album
Animal Companionship
by Advance Base
Owen Ashworth excels at tenderhearted, highly personal indie-pop that never feels schmaltzy.
go to album
