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the boy lives

by Ghost Carriage Phantoms

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stood at the stream with alun and gerwyn the stream ran clear i was in love with their sister rhian there was nobody else there we played star wars with our star wars figures one summer the sun set at midnight my nan called me in, called me in for my dinner there was nobody else there
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yer boots 02:25
it's good to see you're feeling better it's good to see you at all arriving in your favourite sweater yer boots are still in the hall and you won't get let down this time if you don't let me lift your hopes too high take consolation from the small things nobody died I suppose nobody lost an eye, nobody lost their life but we came pretty fucking close you return and all the joy in the world is in your eyes it's tempting to lift my hopes up high i'm sorry for all the deceit i'm sorry I did not grow up all the things I said didn't matter they mean a million times as much as they did at the time so come on, let's lift our hopes up high
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black cat fighting the flowers again i really wanna go back home putting up a new poster to cover the cracks i really wanna go back home don’t reply it’s all rhetoric, up to my t-shirt in it sympathise but please don’t advise, i’ve had it up to my eyes coffee in bed a dull ache in my head i really wanna go back home books stay on the shelf ‘cos books aren’t any help i really wanna go back home clap your hands it’s a round of applause for the bored and abhorred sympathise but please don’t advise, i’ve had it up to my eyes
4.
summer’s coming to a close the dying embers of a cigarette i’m missing calls and running errands this place looks like a train wreck i tried we used to talk about getting famous now we only talk about getting by we swore our failures wouldn’t drain us but look, we’re paler than the sky i tried i’ve seen the lining of the stormcloud switchblade silver fades to white i saw the end of the tunnel but I fell and I tripped out the light i tried and then i tried the life that you get is not always the life that you want it takes you some time to see every decision was wrong
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i’m not looking for love I’m just looking for what made us worse
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videotape 04:04
talk to my mother on the ‘phone she gets lonely you know and then there’s nobody at home to keep her company i try a number of times there’s nothing on the end of this line she doesn’t know she’s only as lonely as me we all keep up this pretence we’re doing what’s for the best is it just selfishness or something real when i’m helping you out assuaging fears and cancelling out doubts is it only because it’s what’s expected of me? is it the means is it the ends? is it thought or deed that defines us as friends we can never be sure that we’re doing the right thing by the people we love decisions, decisions love change over long distance start a new life, start a new family the disappointments mount up all the love in the world would not appear to be enough tell me I am capable of being happy I am happy when we line up to testify and watch the videotape of our lives will you be able, hand on heart, to say you were the best you could have been? don’t turn the lights out yet there’s something coming but I don’t know when
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hope is internal fear is eternal love, it will burn you but love just might turn you i’m waiting to see who you are i try but I can’t see that far i remember that summer the first time you ever came undressed you asked me to join you in your bed i spent my whole life getting over it and waiting to see who you are a blue car a sunday visit a christmas package with nothing in it a clear view in the window across the street where the dead are where our ghosts meet i’m waiting to see who you are hoping you will be a star
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there’s a special kind of cold that only comes when you’re not ready for it there’s a special kind of cold only you know there’s a special kind of cold that only comes when you’re not ready for it there’s a special kind of cold you know when you’re talking with your friends and you suspect that they’ve got something on you there’s a special kind of cold only you know when you’ve had too much to drink you start to think that only you might kill you there’s a special kind of cold you know when you’re counting out your change thee never is enough to get you what you wanted there’s a special kind of cold only you know and when you’re locking all your doors and switching off your ‘phone but you still feel unsafe there’s a special kind of cold you know there’s a special kind of cold that only comes when you’re not ready for it there’s a special kind of cold only you know there’s a special kind of cold that only comes when you’re not ready for it there’s a special kind of cold you know
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in my fantasy world heads of state take part in cage matches instead of debates and when it comes to war they already know it’s not really worth fighting for in my fantasy world the whisky’s free and nobody gets fucked up drunk they’re all just merry and when it comes time to go home we all get to go with someone we know we love in my fantasy world we’re a sure bet it’s nothing like seaworld in that you won’t get wet but if you did it’d be ok ‘cos we’d be hanging out with shamu the whale something something something about love something something something about my soul something something something about love something something something you’ll never know in my fantasy world the psychedelic furs get played through p.a systems all around the world paul Westerberg is a household name and even though he’s sold out we love him just the same in my fantasy world I could play this guitar not just hang around with musicians playing rock star and when it came inevitably to fame well if it just didn’t happen i’d have you all to blame something something something about love something something something about my soul something something something about love something something something you’ll never know in my fantasy world the heart is true and it’s not necessarily all about what you’ve done but what you might do and my friends, you know who you are, in my fantasy world you’re big big star s
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about

If you are the last person to die on any given New Year’s Eve you will be employed for the next calendar year (sadly this will feel like eternity to you) as the driver of death’s carriage. You’ll reap the souls of men and point them wordlessly in the direction of…whatever it is that may or may not come next…

I’ve been death’s horse for thousands of years. I’ve reaped the best of ‘em and I’ve reaped the worst of ‘em, yo. I’ll be frank, after a few millennia the gig was getting repetitive. Pestilence’s horse once described the whole scenario to me in hushed tones as, in fact, being ‘long as fuck’.

I couldn’t have put it better myself. Whinny.

So yeah, there’s me all tired of the screaming pleas of those who try to argue with fate and then I realize ‘Oh, hold up, there’s a new driver due in a bit’. That cheered me a bit. I had a tea and I nodded, thinking about it.

Happily last New Year’s Eve Mark Estall was buried under the famous Barcelonian monument Griffin’s Bunny following it’s inevitable and crushing collapse. While all others were rescued or picked off by my master’s claw (a dull fellow named James as it goes – a former music journalist if you can imagine anything as unpleasant) Estall survived until the very moment of the clock striking twelve. Unlucky, son.

Sure, he moaned a bit when his destiny became clear – standard, yo. But once we’d been out on a couple of fakking kills together and had a decent natter it became clear we would develop something of a fruitful fruit of a sideline. See now I’ve always been a keen poeter and something of a music hall visitor, truth be told. Estall turned out to have a strange post-life ability to transcribe my various musical missives via a new-found tune describer homed where his stomach may have used to have been, like.

In between casting motherfuckers into the flames and shit like that, we cut a record, y’all. A bastard of a record it is as well. A right proper blindin’ beast-bitch.

We’ve had to jack in the dayjobs and return to the human/equine realm in order to do promo and gigs and shit but, like, that’s another story…

Have a listen and we almost definitely won’t take your soul.

Love ya

Michael

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released November 12, 2012

All songs written by Michael James Hall except Good Luck & Good Bowling (Estall) and The Projectionist (Words: Hall, Music: Estall)
Performed by Michael James Hall and Mark Estall.
Arranged and produced by Mark Estall.
Mastered by Assaf Gidron.

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