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Two Poltergeists
04:38
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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
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Where Are You, Mothman?
04:35
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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?
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Bloodsuckers
01:37
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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
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Some Dark Magik
03:46
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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
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555
03:57
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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
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6. |
Cemetery Sunset
05:09
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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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Dalton Deschain New York, New York
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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