Cannon Beach
from Down to My Last Million by Ghost Atlantic
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lyrics
Cedar and fir will break the earth, the sun will warm the morning
Economy class carries me past rolling green hills of Oregon
The jet is blue, the sky is grey, and I remain a fire
Eager and ready to burn my way through one more desire
We will move to a city sterilized
And try to find a heartbeat within
Money will come and money will go
Color and shadow will remain
Papermill towns, a desert red, the brick and mortar of Brooklyn
All of them ended abruptly as death when I wasn’t looking
I bid farewell to one rocky coast, I’m bound for another
Remember to shake my father’s hand and hug my dear mother
Some of my days are smooth status quo
Some are full of arsonist dreams
I never recognized that face
Now I know the mask wears the man
When the powder dries I will seize control
Eyes glaze over as the ocean grows cold
Grey weeks will pass and we will spring ahead
Afternoon screenings of Better Off Dead
Looking for a new metaphor
The perfect one to set me free
Cities will multiply by the sea
Standing as reflections in the night
Economy class carries me past rolling green hills of Oregon
The jet is blue, the sky is grey, and I remain a fire
Eager and ready to burn my way through one more desire
We will move to a city sterilized
And try to find a heartbeat within
Money will come and money will go
Color and shadow will remain
Papermill towns, a desert red, the brick and mortar of Brooklyn
All of them ended abruptly as death when I wasn’t looking
I bid farewell to one rocky coast, I’m bound for another
Remember to shake my father’s hand and hug my dear mother
Some of my days are smooth status quo
Some are full of arsonist dreams
I never recognized that face
Now I know the mask wears the man
When the powder dries I will seize control
Eyes glaze over as the ocean grows cold
Grey weeks will pass and we will spring ahead
Afternoon screenings of Better Off Dead
Looking for a new metaphor
The perfect one to set me free
Cities will multiply by the sea
Standing as reflections in the night
credits
from Down to My Last Million,
released January 26, 2019
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Trevor Smith: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass, Fender Bass VI, timpani, grand piano, Korg Minilogue, handclaps
Jason Ingalls: drum kit, percussion, handclaps
Peter Himmer: vibraphone
Tess Gionet: violin
Maeghan Farnham: backing vocals
Todd Hutchisen: percussion, handclaps
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Trevor Smith: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass, Fender Bass VI, timpani, grand piano, Korg Minilogue, handclaps
Jason Ingalls: drum kit, percussion, handclaps
Peter Himmer: vibraphone
Tess Gionet: violin
Maeghan Farnham: backing vocals
Todd Hutchisen: percussion, handclaps
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Ghost Atlantic Portland, Maine
Overcast post-pop since 2011...
Insta: @ghostatlantic
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