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Cemetery Sunset

by Dalton Deschain

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1.
The doorway in the foyer has been frozen shut for months I screamed when the first snow came and I haven’t since shut up And you left your keys on the velvet armchair You must be floating around here somewhere something red keeps dripping from the ceiling while we sleep I always doze right through it then I wake up in soaked sheets And you must have vanished before the sunrise Though I don’t recall you coming home last night Two poltergeists Too late to exorcise Thought we’d survive If we ignored the things that go bump in the night This empty endless manor’s feeling overcrowded We’re sleeping in the same bed But in two different haunted houses I faced the bathroom mirror and I said your name three times, You showed up, sheathed your knife and said “Don’t call me on this line” But you still text me at midnight on Christmas I guess there’s still some unfinished business A hundred baby spiders hatch each time I pop a zit You tell me that your therapist thinks mine is full of shit And you beg “Spirit, find somewhere else to roam” But it takes two ghosts to make a haunted home Two poltergeists Too late to exorcise Thought we’d survive If we ignored the things that go bump in the night This empty endless manor’s feeling overcrowded We’re sleeping in the same bed But in two different haunted houses Every day this hallway seems to grow a little longer I’ve yanked on every doorknob in this hell but I think it’ll take someone a little stronger We called for help and someone slipped a key under the door I’ve tried it on a thousand different locks, but I don’t know if I have the living will to keep trying on a thousand more Two poltergeists Too late to exorcise Thought we’d survive If we ignored the things that go bump in the night This empty endless manor’s feeling overcrowded We’re sleeping in the same bed But in two different haunted houses
2.
Case in point Pleasant conversation is getting much harder to fake We haven’t parked by the old power plant in at least a million days You remind me that I’ve gotten old I say you’ve become so Indrid Cold Our love flutters away into the quiet endless night And I’ve been stuck here on this bridge for hours and I think I’ll stay all night All the brake lights are ganging up on me like a thousand glowing eyes And I’m praying for the Mothman to come and Send us down into the river Drown all of us prideful sinners Mothman, Mothman, where are you tonight? Case in point Pleasant weather hasn’t graced this town since we last fought Strange markings found inside the fireplace of the house that we just bought Our love is like we prophesied A tightrope walk on power lines Wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot wingspan when we turn out the lights And I’ve been stuck here on this bridge for hours and I think I’ll stay all night All the brake lights are ganging up on me like a thousand glowing eyes And I’m praying for the Mothman to come and Send us down into the river Drown all of us prideful sinners Mothman, Mothman, where are you tonight? Tonight Where are you tonight? And I’ve been stuck here on this bridge for hours and I think I’ll stay all night All the brake lights are ganging up on me like a thousand glowing eyes And I’m praying for the Mothman to come and Send us down into the river Drown all of us prideful sinners Mothman, Mothman, where are you tonight?
3.
Bloodsuckers 01:37
I’ve got spiders crawling on my legs at night Fleas and bedbugs cover me with itchy bites Everyone wants a piece of me Well can’t I just get one good night’s sleep? I couldn’t take it one more second So I drank three tall glasses of mosquito repellent Bartender give me one more I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough You know I can’t drink alcohol So give me the good stuff A highball glass of DDT Yeah that’s the spirit for me I’d take a shot of nitroglycerin If it’d keep the bloodsuckers off of my skin I’ve got vampires pounding on the glass each night Nosferatu begging for a ‘sclusive invite Everyone wants a piece of me Well can’t I just get one good night’s sleep I couldn’t take his awful moaning So I drank three tall glasses of some garlic aioli Bartender give me one more I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough You know I can’t drink alcohol So give me the good stuff Anything blessed by a priest Yeah that’s the spirit for me I would confess all seven deadly sins If it’d keep the bloodsuckers off of my skin
4.
I found an old rubber in the woods last week I put it in my bag so I could use it I could use it I could use it for a ritual a ritual A voodoo ritual To steal the last spirits of their ecstasy And I've been worshipping the devil trying to steal you back I offered him my soul and he said “keep it No you keep it, yes I mean it Honestly I do appreciate it But love's not something I'm all that skilled at” Now I'm thinking we should take a weekend apart Yeah I'm thinking yeah I'm thinking that Maybe if you murdered me And shook my teeth in a Yahtzee cup Mixed em into your champagne Then using some dark magik Some dark magik with a “k” I'd be resurrected out of hell As a happier version of myself As a happier The ocean’s an enchanting place to fall in love That’s why they’ll find our bodies in a dumpster on the boardwalk On the boardwalk on the beach covered in leeches Yeah Lake Erie leeches Cuz I was trying to suck out whatever poisoned us Now I'm thinking we should take a weekend apart Now I'm thinking now I'm thinking that Maybe if I slaughtered you Buried your bones in a pentagram Underneath the willow's shade And using some dark magik Some dark magik with a “k” You'd be resurrected, good as new As a happier version of you As a happier Whatever lies behind the veil’s better than this curse We might come back a little wrong, but we can’t get worse With the sizzle of a lightning strike An ancient tongue that’s long been lost Hellhound’s baying in the dead of night This could be our one last shot Our one last shot Maybe if you murdered me And shook my teeth in a Yahtzee cup Mixed em into your champagne Well maybe I would come back Maybe I would come back and I'd Slaughter you Bury your bones in a pentagram, underneath the willow's shade And using some dark magik, Some dark magik with a “k” We'd be resurrected Zombies with some bloodlust Resurrected Love and fear and blood and guts Resurrected A happier version of the two of us A happier
5.
555 03:57
The tiny church sits on the flat horizon The gray ocean sky looking down As if on a hangman’s gallows The steeple sorta flipping the bird To the Atlantic shallows And I drove all the way up 95 A suitcase full of candles and arcane stone glyphs just Hoping to find this unlocked door Where I could draw a pentagram In sidewalk chalk on the plywood floor But nobody, nobody, nobody Shows up to my party when summoned So I pack up my shit and I curse at the dead And I wipe off the tears and the symbol on my forehead And drive Until the contacts fall out of my eyes No luck with red lights or the blood sacrifice Seems I’m always one short and come up with three fives So I drive Until the contacts fall out of my eyes Looking for answers from the other side ’Til I find a small wooded clearing that will tell me why I’m still alive There’s a strange old stonework Dunkin Donuts Just off the highway leading towards Long Island, Oyster Bay And I order a Girl Scout cookie latte While the employees all stare at the blood on my face And I head back to the rich couple tied up in their foyer And overall I’m a good person, so I bought them both A couple of fresh boston cremes And I take off the gags and I smile And I put a finger over my lips so they know not to scream But nobody, nobody, nobody Can shut up all the thoughts in my head And my heart’s just not in it, so I cut off the ropes And I leave with my head low, but I gather my last hopes And drive Until the contacts fall out of my eyes No luck with red lights or the cops or last rites Seems I’m always one short and come up 555 So I drive Until the contacts fall out of my eyes Looking for answers from the other side ’Til I find a tall hooded figure that will tell me why I’m still alive
6.
There are cracks at the foot of our gravestones A shoddy amateur build Assembled with love by our own four hands What we lacked in skill, we made up in sheer will Now the weeds push forth like rats in the basement They fight to be the first through the wall No keeper around that can stop them from growing They’ll topple us soon but when we stood, we stood tall Sunset at the cemetery Hold my hand as our shadows grow tall Dreading the moment they’ll be buried Our silhouettes swallowed by nightfall Drive me home before the dead come to call We stayed out as late as we could stay Chasing each ghost from its grave Purgatory lived by the bardo code Leave every plane more pristine than you came When we met, lost souls passing through strangers But stuck when you fell in my arms Never learn our lesson like it’s lather, rinse, repeat Why not try to navigate the labyrinth with me? Sunset at the cemetery Hold my hand as our shadows grow tall Dreading the moment they’ll be buried Our silhouettes swallowed by nightfall Drive me home before the dead come to call Maybe the keys fit the lock Just not to the door that we thought And maybe the stars make the light But with you tonight We’ll have our last dance as the moon starts to rise Sunset at the cemetery We fade into the fog and from sight Dreading the moment we’ll be buried What will we look like on the other side So this is what it feels like to…

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Every love story is a ghost story. In this case, literally.

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released October 7, 2022

Written and performed by Dalton Deschain
Mixed and mastered by Jeremy Cimino
Album artwork by Landis Blair

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Dalton Deschain & the Traveling Show are a pulp-punk band from NYC that tell stories loudly. Get ready for a weird-ass tale about circus freaks, nuclear war, and demonic possession that you can sing along to. Visit daltondeschain.com for details.

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