In Search of Isabella

by Ghost Atlantic

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released August 30, 2016

Recorded over 15 days between April 2015 and April 2016 at Acadia Recording Company in Portland, Maine

Produced, engineered and mixed by Todd Hutchisen

Mastered by Pat Keane at PKM in Portland, Maine

All music written by Ghost Atlantic
©2016 Ten Pounds of Hits in a Five Pound Bag Music (BMI)


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Track Name: In Search of Isabella
I’ll follow you to the prison walls
Bags are packed with all you’ll never need
Makeshift ladders woven from my hands
Up and over, never to be seen again
So now I pass my time among the powerlines
Distant, malcontent, waiting for a sign


Pace from bed to window carving trenches in the floor
Glaciers move to the slowest beat, now they’re scraping at my door
This black winter brings a summer of white noise ringing in my ears
These faded decoys and a bottle of red should keep the animals away

One out of three, but you’re so far ahead
Nine years younger but you seem older now
Empty frames are hanging above you as you sleep
Perfect blank companions for your empty bed
Mountains in our eyes born from gentle foothills
However the plot is twisted, time will end the same

Didn’t make a lot of money
Didn’t make a lot to show
I hear it’s never less than sunny
Beyond these hills of snow
Track Name: Circular
It's only the wind
Tears your words away
Delusions that haunt
Promises you fear
Fits that never end
Again and again
Again and again

Don't lose your head again

It's only the darkness
Swallows you whole
These ghost riders
The absence of time
Movements so vital
Flesh that only fails

Don't lose your head again
Track Name: Living on Eggshells
The night is breathing down our necks
Drifting from a rock to pale skin
Walking these rooftop gardens
My shell begins to break


I've become the easiest target
Crafted from the northern quiet
I hear them calling, always hungry and howling
Move beyond that chip on your shoulder
Wheels of truth will bowl you over
A new day is dawning, yesterday won't stop knocking
Living on eggshells

She asked me what my daydreams could be
A woman's touch or end of days
She had a face you remember
Wrapped with winter and yellow leaves

Even though this youth will fade
After all the scenery's changed
As shadows give way to ghosts
I'll find the hunger remains

Afraid of ourselves so we live in the city
Afraid of ourselves so we live in the city
Afraid of ourselves so we live in the city
Come quiet my noisy mind
Track Name: DeSoto
My grandfather drove a DeSoto
With an eagle perched above its motor
And its eyes turned from green to amber to red
But only when your right foot turns to lead

Sumner dealt the cards and Rolls Royces
Mister Tracy lived a life devoid of aces
So he flagged a ride downtown and bartered for a gun
First National was emptied in the mid-day summer sun


Do you ever find it strange to be back in your hometown?
Pictures rearranged, bittersweet and incomplete
In this late autumn age, tell me how it all went down
Thoughts unfold on gravel roads, lives flash by at ten over

Marston made his way to the station
Drunken courage armed with a taste for vengeance
The brothers King lived by the book they wrote
With the help of wild friends they stayed afloat
Track Name: The Archer Lies Alone
Sleep it is to dream
Bodies falling through the cracks
When I turn it is to run
So terrified of making peace
I would give up my last breath
Just to let you wake in peace
Hold the walls from bending in
To swear you'll never leave


Don't bury me alone
Don't bury me alone
I want the same as anyone
Don't bury me

The breaking of the waves
Always tearing at the shore
The shadow that won't fade
Just a black mark hanging on
A signal that won't fade
Resonating in your head
Anything to keep you here
Anything to keep the lights away

Inside the absence
Inside the chaos of this place
You are an ocean
You are the light that warms my face
Only an echo
The holiest sound to pull me out
You are the one thing
You are the one thing I won't change
For you I'll come running
For you I'll come running back
I will come running
For you I'll come running back
Track Name: Astraea
Track Name: A Once Colored Season
Frozen air in a room silent
Windows bend to break
Sorry that I couldn't hold the day
Sorry that I was not awake

It's spinning away
It's spinning away again
It's spinning away from here

It's spinning away
It's spinning away again
It's spinning away from me

I will remain
Track Name: Red Static
Track Name: Rabbit Hole
It was a long shot, yeah, on the off chance that we
Were made of moving parts or moving things
Fix the broken parts, the ugliness
A brand new shine for perfect skin
Stuck in the breakdown lane, no flashing lights
Or tearing gears
No changing lanes
No changing lanes


Did you even see this coming
Or were you just stuck there running in place?
Were you only holding on?
Did you even see this coming
Or were you just stuck there running in place?
Were you waiting for a click?

When a body breaks against its course
No second chance for last reserve
It was an open door, a rabbit hole
A quick descent for slow decay
Stuck in the breakdown lane, no flashing lights
Or tearing gears
No changing lanes
No changing lanes
Track Name: Bellwether
You push away saints and hide behind sinners
Concerned with pricey wines and cold private dinners
Brown eyes widen as we grow thinner

Roads are lined with orange cones
Warning signs on my way home
Her stitching hour has spun a web of rag and bone


They say you’re sharp, Sharp as a tack
Sharp as your nails across my back
Born with broken eyes And a head of glass
Legs too short to outrun your past

Gripping the wheel on a fog-blinded coast
I know you the least but I miss you the most
What kind of lies must I tell to wake up next to you?

Water-logged and seasick maidens
Eyes peeled for treetop beacons
Track Name: Lakebed
Bring a flame to your bills, watch it burn through the hills
Try to turn away from the fading of the sun
Poetic colored chalk bleeds on cracked sidewalk
"There's an ocean of greed drowning friends in need"

Rainy afternoons of broken haikus
The gathering storm has a bird's-eye view
With many refinements time has been defined
It lays by your side immune to confinement


They call him the tombstone boy, with his awkward choice of words
He's off to steal a dollar from the girl who feeds the birds
Carving the waves in a stolen boat, commander of the bay
Jumping stones on his way home to find his forgotten key

Come sing to me your ragged symphony
A swarm of gulls, a flock of bees
We were rebels out of lead against a cavalry of talk
My soul gave out, they said it was hard to miss

Hold to a grudge, against what I can't name
Hoping that tomorrow I'm no longer the same
You should have been here to see all of this
We will fear the world as good as it gets


Winter recedes among shadows, burned by an angry moon
We tried every notch on the dial, the sun will rise again
Give it a chance or leave it in dust, consumed by everyone
I could drive this car into the sea and wander far from home

You love to stories of things that drive me wild
Tell me once again, do you live on Park or Pine?
House number five, step inside and find a light
In house number three stands the man I want to be