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Ghost
04:41
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Verse 1:
I can see the end
The end of the line
The hook & bait are gone
The knot is untied
And its perfectly clear that I’m not
what you want
I’m a ghost at best
without a house to haunt
Chorus:
Ooooohhh is this really
how it ends?
What ever happened
to all of my friends?
Verse 2:
Pinned in by the walls
The walls that you built
No remorse, no cares, no guilt
If I try to escape
will i know what to do?
Is it better to stay and take
the abuse from you?
Chorus
Bridge:
I awake most nights
with anxiety & fright
cause there’s a looming day
and it’s too late to say
we can fix you
oh, we can’t fix you
But i hope and i dream
for a change in the scene
look for cracks in the road
or a break in the mold
there’s a new idea
that i won’t remember
That solves all the questions
that soon will render me
a ghost….
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2. |
Skin For Scales
04:16
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Although you’ve been handed a ship to the stars
did you forget who & what that you are?
Did you trade in your skin for scales?
Have you grown yourself a bifurcated tail?
Because no one who is truly human
would ever do the things that you're doing now.
When you poison the water you pollute all the fruit.
i don’t trust a man always wearing a suit.
They’ll be no one left to cash all your checks,
written by the short sighted, stupid gits.
Because no one who is truly human
would ever do the things that you're doing now.
How can you live your life a lie?
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3. |
The Point
02:56
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Is it true
that the fables
are turning into everyday life?
A real turn
of the tables.
Sneaking up on your blind side.
Your eyes never let you lie.
I’m calling you on your bluff,
‘cause I’ve reached the point where I’ve
finally had enough!
Carry on
like a prisoner
serving out the rest of his life.
Never shout
at your listeners.
They’re only trying to get your advice.
Don’t count on luck to be on your side,
‘cause I know that the road is rough.
I’ve reached the point where I’ve
finally had enough!
Never thought I’d lose my mind,
but the lunatics have taken over!
Give me good ol’ isolation
because the ignorant are getting bolder.
Don’t count on luck to be on your side,
‘cause I know that the road is rough.
I’ve reached the point where I’ve
Finally had enough!
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4. |
The Universal Sigh
04:50
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I’ve been seeing what’s right
fly way out of sight,
but I’m doing
the best that I can
(to) stay high above the low tide.
Sand bagged and chained to the line.
So I’ll spend my last days
in a stoned, drunken haze.
Praying
for something to change.
But the bug is spreading so fast.
The truth, it don’t seem to last.
You can’t sit there and deny
the universal sigh
when everything starts to crash.
My oh my
it’s hard to deny
the universal sigh!
My oh my
it’s falling from the sky!
The universal sigh.
Now I’m closing both my eyes
cause they’re pregnant with lies
from the gilded man with no name.
With money that pays for a throne.
A shout from a golden phone.
Oh the whole world’s gone hell!
Put under a spell.
A child’s claim to fame.
My oh my
it’s hard to deny
the universal sigh!
Oh my oh my
it’s falling from the sky!
The universal sigh
The universal sigh
It’s the universal sigh…
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5. |
Best Thing
03:57
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Coming in high above,
or sinking below,
you’re the best thing
I ever seen.
Stumbling down the road,
or swerving side to side
you’re the best thing
I ever seen.
There’s a wind blowing over the mountain
and it’s coming after me.
I’m setting my sights
for the low country.
From the voice of the wicked council
came the order by decree.
That the truth of man
is considered blasphemy
I’m feeling
all alone.
Trying to silence
The voice in my head.
There’s no kinder violence
that I need
today.
Coming in high above,
or sinking below,
you’re the best thing
I ever seen.
It’s so easy to get lost
on the back roads of my mind,
cause the maps are changing
pretty much all of the time.
Should I turn away?
Will I make it one more day
and carry myself through the night?
Cause I’m feeling
all alone.
Trying to silence
the voices in my head.
There’s no kinder violence
that I need today.
Coming in high above,
or sinking below,
you’re the best thing
I ever seen.
Stumbling down the road,
or swerving side to side
you’re the best thing
I ever seen.
Coming in high above,
or sinking below,
you’re the best thing
I ever seen.
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6. |
Hideaway Key
04:43
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I’m coming home to you tonight.
Cause all of the other
plans that I made
fell by the wayside,
or started to fade.
Will you leave
your hideaway key
for me
tonight?
I’ve been bitten
by the boozing life.
And I know that you fought it
and you pushed me away
“but i swear it’s the last time,”
you’re sick of me saying.
This time’s for real
I swear it on my life.
& I’ve been beating myself up
for some time now.
I’m searching around
for a come down.
But it’s easier to be
this soaked up version of me
than to deal with all of this shit
that’s going down.
So I’m coming home to you tonight
I’ll turn all the lights off
and close the shades.
Put on an old record
to help me escape.
Oh please leave your
hideaway key
for me
tonight.
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7. |
Pelican Flight
05:01
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Aboard a pelican
and the midnight moon,
there’s plenty of time
to think about you.
How it used to be so easy
that the words would always write themselves.
But the books on the shelf
these days are hard to sell.
And with the light in my eye
from the mid day sun.
There’s no where to go
when you’re on the run.
Because the running seems to lead me
down a road that never has an end.
But I guess that depends
wherever you begin.
Bow your head in sadness
Bow your head in pain
All that you’ve received (must be)
Given back again
Lift your head in gladness
& receive the recompense
A scent upon the summer rain
A gift of common sense.
(For) All I’ve ever given
And as much as I could take
From all the gifts of dreaming (and the)
Moment I awake
For everything I’ve promised
And as much as I could give
There’s nothing left to gather
As long as I shall live. - Robert Hunter
Aboard a pelican
and the midnight moon,
there’s plenty of time
to think about you.
How it used to be so easy
that the words would always write themselves.
But the books on the shelf
these days are hard to sell.
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8. |
Sweet Angel Death Song
04:19
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Somewhere deep inside you
a little hope survives.
That keeps the train
moving onward.
But all the others around you,
they got silver eyes.
Unaware of the love
you’re giving out.
The Dead don’t hear me,
but I’ll just play along.
I need you near me,
singing sweet angel death songs.
Rain on the windows,
cracks in the seats.
We need a place
where we can hide.
Deep within canyons,
or on a golden coast.
Open up the box
and look inside.
The Dead, they don’t hear me,
but I’ll just play along.
I need you near me,
singing sweet angel death songs.
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9. |
Away From Me
02:36
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Everybody wants to leave
but I want to stay right here
and never let this feeling go
away from me.
I don’t know what is to come
I can’t see that far in front of me
All I know is that things don’t look good
for you and for me.
Good times are forgotten
and innocence
it could not survive.
Words are never taken serious.
I can’t believe we’re still alive.
Everybody wants to leave
but I want to stay right here
and never let this feeling go
away from me…
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Casual Coalition Novato, California
Born on the stage of countless nights at Terrapin Crossroads, The Casual Coalition are a branch from the "community music
tree" that was planted at the Marin county venue, owned by Grateful Dead bassist, Phil Lesh.
The Casual Coalition features an always rotating musical cast, led by songwriter/guitarist/vocalist Craig MacArthur and features many talented, local Bay Area musicians.
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