Our Own Ghost City
by Helen Earth Band
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Shakencutt
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Fifteen Sixteen
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Life as a Passenger
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Loud Enough to Locate
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Empty Hand
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Lullaby
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The Silence
02:53
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Our Own Ghost City
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Seventeen
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I Won't Wake Up
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Retain
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credits
released 24 November 2009
Marc Allen, Adam Allen, Trevor Vieweg, Brian Evans, Jeff Livingston
Recorded @ Big Fish, Audio Design, the Lab & the Beach House
Produced and engineered by Helen Earth Band
Additional engineering by Ben Moore
Mixed by Jason Cupp
Mastered by Roger Seibel at SAE
Additional programming by Jason Cupp
Artwork by Peter-John de Villiers
Published by Peephole People, BMI / One Bad Landing Music, ASCAP.
Marc Allen, Adam Allen, Trevor Vieweg, Brian Evans, Jeff Livingston
Recorded @ Big Fish, Audio Design, the Lab & the Beach House
Produced and engineered by Helen Earth Band
Additional engineering by Ben Moore
Mixed by Jason Cupp
Mastered by Roger Seibel at SAE
Additional programming by Jason Cupp
Artwork by Peter-John de Villiers
Published by Peephole People, BMI / One Bad Landing Music, ASCAP.
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- Track Name: Shakencutt
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Sure save, spun tight
Luck played the answers right
The last time, next day
This same end is beginning again
Walking underwater
Breathing through a straw
The has hours and hours and this time frame is slowing me down to a crawl
They're just thoughts
Nothing's planned
We'll be gone like began
We'll be gone in spite of it all - Track Name: Fifteen Sixteen
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One of us doesn't fit
This surely is an accident
Turn around and shut 'em out
This farce of counterparts is spreading disbelief
This doubt through word of mouth could shatter permanently
And the title goes to...
"They should adjust"
I know they should, but honestly, how could you overlook the gravity
Tied tight in hindsight, this stitch is permanently sewn
And the title goes to... - Track Name: Planemo
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Give a little sign for the unrest
Or bleed your heart in protest
I'm walking on this fence like a tightrope
Where is the land?
I'll make my approach,
Find the ground, look around, follow the fault line
Spent enough time faking through the motions
Speaking only our convenient opinions, we'll wait for a split second understanding
In a split second I'll be landing
I'll make my approach,
Eyes down to the ground, follow the fault line
Please adjust everything around to fall in place for now
That might just remind us how we should see it - Track Name: Life as a Passenger
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"Don't paint me out so cynical when you are only fooling yourself, and it's not so difficult..."
With a smile as we go
Perch with your head hanging down
Safe as a passenger up in the audience
All this comes crashing around us
Safe in the audience rows
Perch with your head hanging down
Safe as a passenger, you're pleading the same case
Kicking and clawing we drown
Wagering on our worst, we all leave the same way
Isn't it so typical?
Safe in the audience rows - Track Name: Loud Enough to Locate
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We beg to pay for our highs without lows
Laughing loud with each other
Crying Alone
Breathe soft, it’s enough to vibrate
It’s just loud enough to locate
(in slow and steady time, we all know our mistakes define)
And it’s time that I admit - like always, it hurts less over time
I imagine that the perfectly placed reminders just won’t let us forget
Breathe soft, it's enough to vibrate
In slow and steady time, we all know it's loud enough to locate
Tell me when I arrive - Track Name: Empty Hand
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Caught a good idea that wasn't mine
I took an empty hand and some honest work
These roots hold soil, but above it all
It's a sick, stop-motion ...laughing as we go
Is this should shake, we'd fall down the center of it all
It's a certain reaction
Try to roll with the punches anyway
Keep my conscience in line
Steady, focused on the prize
It's a perfect distraction
Try to roll with the punches
