Cave Sounds

by Ghost Cat

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released 21 May 2012

Recorded and mixed by: Ryan Haft
Mastered by: Jamie King
Vinyl re-master by: Fake Art Records

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Track Name: Space Pope is reptilian
As vast as the clear skies yet,
there’s always clouds above
I write them cause there’s always a cause
so we sink back down
and read the age of progress,
the process of redeeming ourselves,
throughout the years I’ve done what I can
But time has taken my soul but my soul,
bleeds no more

They say,
“J, you really seem to write it so well,
you never show your sadness,
but, you always write us rain.”

If there’s no ending to beginnings then I know,
we’re not the same
Track Name: Marshmallow Teeth
We fall like bridges to the water
smiling like nothing ever hurt
It’s just the fading to the darkness
should I fight to keep breathing?
I’m the atrophy in the sentence,
and we’re blowing in the wind my dear

If you can’t be the one for my pockets,
I’ll be the one for your feathers

As our anemic love coats the sky

I’ll always keep repeating,
“it’s these bones that keep me standing,
when my muscles start to shake.”
Stay with me, I couldn’t paint the pictures,
that blew our homes away

if you can’t be the one for my pockets,
I’ll be the one for your feathers

If I could break these ribs,
that no longer hold me
I’d dive headfirst off the freeway,
my friends open doors to make sure
I’m not trying to sleep my life away

What can I do with all this rain?
I’ve been hiding for days,
and I’m losing
it’s the same
if I was A, you’d B leaving

Why am I so blue?
Guess I never knew,
how the light adjusted my thoughts
M says don’t stop smiling

If you can’t be the one for my pockets
Track Name: Anything is popsicle
Hearts set to falling
from paper dreams
Our teeth are caught up in our pretty speech

As the details of every night I spent opening lights
from perfectly defined seams

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey,
Please take my bones from the back of your house
singing,
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Please take my bones from the back of your house

She’s too bright for my seams,
but I still try to pull her in
and when we fault to death, carrying us away
I’d keep shining,
nothing made my heart stifle like my last life

I fell so silent as the lights began to fade
and I remember saying your name as you pressed your lips against mine and sang

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey,
Please take my bones from the back of your house
singing,
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Please take my bones from the back of your house

This here is a picture of everyone who’s ever given their hearts to my silence
although I never claimed to see it, cause when you’re all alone and lost in your traits like me
your goddamn love is fleeting
and I’ve covered my scars, they’re no longer visible to you

I spent my years threading on glass, stitching all your hearts together
Track Name: Coffin bachelor party II
Like the last fall when we tied ourselves to beds
where we felt the need to crawl inside each others skin

When the lamp collapsed and we felt the ends of earth
the silence coming from, the touch of our last instances

So dear, I write this as a fading memory,
the leaves are turning,
orange, red, and brown
like the skeleons they leave
as they releave our eyes
of any hope
So collapse to the floor,
i swear I did, as we misunderstood what our purposes were,
or was
I don’t know

And what have I lost,
just the anticipation of where I was suppose to be
Should I have spoken your name a little louder?

It pours out sweetly, from the tip of my tongue,
yet so rough to the slightest touch
And if I break apart my structure to conform to your touch,
like carefully plucking my teeth as if carrying me in seas
to seek some truth, of every picture we left, to the wave of your hand

And it’s colder now then the day you begged me to come home,
everyone has to be alone
and that is where I lay amoungst these bones

Around the same stories ending
where I’m fearing the worst and it’s helping me, well, not fear
It’s that I hoped that I wasn’t lost in the sentence
and you would always remember,
my poorly written words
as we sang in the basement

Now you say that you miss me
yet, you spend all your time
finding the ones you love

And that secret stays with us,
and I’m all alone
though I screamed it, I couldn’t say a goddamn thing

I never left it open, save the message, we’re shaking
and I’m sorry if you missed it

It was the skies and trees and the hope you placed in me,
but these bones are just bones
and I’m still shaking until I can’t anymore
Track Name: Weekday at Bernie's
I found out why they fixed our wrists
and why we were running around the house
so, it’s clear,
that I’ve had this fever

We were rolling down the hill in your backyard for hours
until the lightening bugs came out and swept us away

The sky was bright, orange and bitter
but I kept you in mind as I said,
how I could live in these bones and never dry out

While everyone’s writing me letters about the beauty in my speech
it’s just a miscommunication I’d like to explain,
but I’m stammered by your eyes and your speech

I wish I could stay, but I’ve got this horrible depression

So see us from the top of the hill accepting of gravity
it’s as pretty as the pictures you took last fall,
from your window, I looked happy

That was the last time I felt anything
that was the last time I held somebodies hands thinking
I could hold these bones

These sober thoughts are not enough to make to make you feel the way we felt that April night
with your hands in mine

I found out why they fixed our wrists,
I was unconcious, like the life slowly leaving my eyes

We were rolling down the hill in your backyard for hours
until the lightening bugs came out and swept us away
Track Name: Kat Von Wolfenstein
I spent a summer hopping trains, chasing my dreams,
I was young and ambitious and scared and depressed

Yet, I never turned my head,
no, I never felt the need to taste the air that poured from your mouth
as if filling my lungs with a cancer
darling, I could live without

Though I handled all my time,
turned the world on it’s side

but, I guess your drinking really helps you out with all the
time you have to spend with me
I guess there’s nothing more than fear, no love, no happiness

I’m a winter bearded tree,
so boring and so bright,
so easily lived without
Just a calloused song we sang as I fear you’d run away
I’d pack my bags and hit the train before you left I’d be the one to breathe and recite
I’m only going home, I’m only going home,
I’m never going home

but, I guess your drinking really helps you out with all the
time you have to spend with me
I guess there’s nothing more than fear, no love, no happiness
I guess your drinking really helps you out with your happiness

And it’s this place that I call my home where I’m all alone
they say I’ve written you a song, I say they must be wrong

My arms are these terrible extensions keeping you from hell,
and I’m fighting to keep you from drowning in the absense of my words,
I remember staying up all night, writing letters as I carefully pasted the post cards I’d send you,
from every city I slept in
I stopped writing that summer, I could no longer fill the pages and I’m sorry I portray myself like this,
it’s embarrassing to say the least, but I’m slowly getting better, I’m quite alright
If home is where the heart is then you've got mine