

The Ghost Who Calls Himself Friend
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Lyrics
you say you’re my brother, then with no warning, leaving no cover your chatter goes cold we can be friends, look over the shoulder, make our amends and never grow old or you could be cooler, carry a grudge, look for a ruler and never let go my best friend’s disaster, over the edge, we burned all the laughter and silenced my soul I’m just a little bit sorry just a little bit sorry we couldn’t bend we don’t judge each other, never the less, we sometimes recover fear from our past so let it blow over, come clean the sheets, cut all the clover, and let the fields rest we could commit to closer commission, change where we stand, and settle out trust cause, i’d like to be friends, awake from the laughter, open for flight above the world’s rust I’m just a little bit sorry just a little bit sorry we couldn’t bend don’t stop talking, you look dead inside you ask for nothing, but you’re not satisfied we worked together, for the fall no you’re always looking for that Alibi I’m just a little bit sorry just a little bit sorry we couldn’t bend just a little bit just a little bit just a little bit
You say you're my brother, then the chatter goes cold: a friendship burned down and only a little bit apologised for.
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I'm feeling hard in the heart like things been losing their spark maybe we're coming apart we knew this right from the start no thirst for recompense more pain than common sense more claims than evidence
Things losing their spark; more claims than evidence.
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whispers in the wind judging every friend breaking every code jealousy… siphons from the strong promises what's wrong it slickens every road tracing every gaze building every cage trapping in its maze stabs you in the back casts you out to sea jealousy…
Whispers in the wind, judging every friend: a portrait of the thing itself.
- 4Over and OverAbe Holderman drums · John Gobel bass, vocal harmonies · Steve Ellingson keys · Joe Trump percussion3:12
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season's begging rest my hope begins to fade selling fast what's left my demon has been raised now winter colder this summer's fitness phased winding signs scream breaks but i spilt over the barricade somethings deserve another chance somethings aren't chance somethings somethings won't live against the past some things won't pass alive and well easy waking, pinch my foot against the floor willing partners progress until it's locked down, i guess yesterdays never a compliment so don't count on it this nights power's diposed so i don't care what i fear
Some things deserve another chance.
- 5Fine EmotionAbe Holderman drums, vocal harmonies · John Gobel bass, vocal harmonies · Steve Ellingson keys · Joe Trump percussion3:27
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She won’t offer a lip to bite across this bloody apostrophe Hides her tail’s retreat beside her broken jaw family Surprised her friend’s attention ghost don’t seem to leave Writes her song upon approach for my potential touch receive hell is this fine emotion help isn’t on its way infected with blind devotion think you caught the leak to save the boat but still it sinks beneath the waves Float the breach like a flag and drown the peace between Sink the full parade of proud to kill your self esteem Crippled smiles announced this lyric lost its rhyme She watched my back until events and allies told her it was time this bold emotion chokes I hope will subside my open motive jokes; “bitch it’s here to reside”
Hell is this fine emotion, help isn't on its way.
Lyrics
Keep you in the past Don't settle on those plains Couldn't catch the rest So suckle on the pain no Carry on instead Catch and drink the rain Smooth away the past Take it from the nest Cry behind your chest Sing along the west Run across the sky Live before you die
Catch and drink the rain. Live before you die.
The closer, under two minutes. No lyric sheet.
7inch's 2023 album, written, produced and mixed by Sky Cooper, with James Ford and Abe Holderman on drums, John Gobel on bass and harmonies, Steve Ellingson on keys and Joe Trump on percussion.
- Sky Cooper vocals, guitar, keys, bass; written, produced and mixed by
- Adam Gonsalves mastering · Telegraph Mastering
Released 2023-07-07
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