How A Ghost Vanishes

by Julian Cartwright

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released April 11, 2016

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Track Name: You Are Real
They like to hang around.
Snap your fingers,
say your prayer soft or loud
and they go so fast.
You know your prayer is the best.
We’ve got to use the best.

And the ghosts can’t make a sound.
Sadly they can’t approach a sacred sound.
They just hang around.

And You--
You are not a ghost at all.
Not for a second because
you are real
you are real
Everyone and everything is real.
Whether you know, it depends on how you feel.

They hang around,
but you don’t have to fear.
Say your prayer now,
deep breath of air, and suddenly you’re real.
You are real, no question.
And these ghosts aren’t worth your attention.
Track Name: The Wind Died Down
And the wind died down,
and the wind died down.
Stopped walking
so that I could hear the dying sound.
And the wind died down.

In that time of life
I had to cancel every plan.
And, knowing what I am,
was allowed to live again.
Allowed to live again!
I held the message in hand.
Standing on my dead land,
I sent it down the living stream.

And the wind died down,
and the wind died down.
Stopped everything
so I could hear the dying sound.
And the wind died down.

All around the world
was driving me to school.
My stomach got so bad, I couldn’t take it.
Had to remember why I was a fool
to recognize that I had grown to hate it.
Stagnant thoughts were all around.

When the wind died down,
when the wind died down.
Stopped crying
so that I could hear the dying sound.
And the wind died down.

On this plain, we can observe
what has been swept away.
In that whir, we can remember
getting out of pain.
And as the worries seem to wane,
you might remember times
when freedom reigned.
How they sound the same,
how they sound the same

as when the wind died down,
and the wind died down.
Stopped racing
so that I could hear the dying sound.
And the wind died down.

And it cut my ears,
and I disappeared.
But I’m never dead nor dim and bleeding.
Only love to hear that mild sound again.
Only love to give that mild sound respect.
Track Name: 3d
When something hits you, buddy, you can’t really see it coming.
It just takes you, and you feel the pain.
You wish you could brace yourself, duck and roll, or at least bend your knees.
But you can’t seem to imagine, no you just can’t imagine 3d.

But we never think of an earthquake, of heart attack or stroke.
Can’t even wrap our heads around a heart nor a brain nor even a globe.
Never died in a car crash or a disaster at sea.
Cause we can’t imagine water. What on earth is an SUV?

When something hits you, buddy, you can’t really see it coming.
It just takes you, and you feel the pain.
You wish you could brace yourself, duck and roll, or at least bend your knees.
But you can’t seem to imagine, oh no you just can’t imagine 3d.

We all know it’s there, some know it’s everywhere.
The thing of which we can’t conceive.
You can’t imagine it now, nor how or when it came.
But it hits you just the same. This also happens in the thrill of the game.
Funny how it hits. But I really think it’s Ok.
Track Name: Simple Words
With the weapon of all concern,
you gave your night to love me.
You helped me write
in a campsite
in a dream.

In the reeds, I heard you walking.
I heard you calling out for me.

And For the love of all concerned,
you moved throughout the night
with a flashlight on your knees.

Well I never really answered your call.
But I took your simple words,
and hid them while I crawled,
feeling darkly.

Up until now I stood behind a wall.
Now you see I’m not alone at all.
Your love is part of me.
And for the love of all,
you made me come out
from behind this wall, for you to see.
Track Name: Bring Me Into Reality
The Stevens have a tough job.
The Stevens’ is a tough life.
I see ‘em on the screen now.
Perfect husband, perfect wife.
Please, please bring me into reality.

Steve is a handyman--
doesn’t really work with his hands.
He’s not rich, so don’t misunderstand.
Steve eats his dinner out of cans, singing
“Please, please bring me into reality.”

Stephanie has a black lab,
a puppy that she loves to death.
And she believes he loves her constantly,
that man’s best friend must be the best,
singing “Please, please bring me into reality.”

Please
Don’t bring me up or down
Please
Don’t drive me around
just to let me see
all the things we set out to,
like the window’s our TV.
“Please, please bring me into reality.”

Several Stevens in the park reenact
or something in that vein.
Playing at being righteous figures,
but St. Stephen will remain.
“Oh please, please bring me into reality.”

Stephanie is what Stephanie says
and she’s trying to be someone lately.
She is running the race, she’s lifting up her face,
she is having her husband’s baby,
“Oh please, please bring me into reality.”

You can have it your way, you could spend all day
with the Stevens, Stephanie and Steve.
Had such a good time singing their lives,
feels like they might be a part of me.
Somebody please, please bring me into reality.

Please
don’t bring me up or down
Steve
please don’t drive me around
just to let me see
all the things we set out to,
like the window was a screen.
Oh, Please please
bring me into reality.
Please please
bring me into reality.
Track Name: Times
Behind a blue house on a rainy day,
a loser sits and gulps champagne.
From the sitting room you could hear the sonic boom
of an airplane on its way.

Tea with biscuits, how nice.
Stubs of tickets, jacks and dice.
Cantaloupe rinds from two separate times
and white ice cream on a plastic plate.

Inside the blue house there is fun.
Down the hallways, lots of room to run.
Keepsakes from all fifty states
but they can’t replace

the times.
Their funny and their lonely broken-hearted times.

A brand new blender in the kitchen
used to make extravagant drinks.
If you really tune in, you can listen.
You can follow the silence to its brink.

Inside the cupboard, books and alcohol.
A wristwatch with a broken face.
Remnants from relations on the mantelpiece,
and furniture from six estates.

Inside the blue house there’s a gun
under the armoire in its case.
There are two sour pictures with a son
but they can’t replace

the times.
The funny and the empty broken-hearted times.
They’re fine. They’re pictures of a face,
but they can’t replace
the times.
The funny and the lonely broken-hearted times.

Behind a blue house on a rainy day,
a loser sits and drinks champagne.
From the sitting room, you can hear the sonic boom
of an airplane on its way.
Track Name: Backpack
Don’t want to have to give a list of reasons why I’m good.
Don’t want to have to give a summary of badges that I’ve earned.
Don’t want to crash the party when the party house has been burned.

And I see no reason why I shouldn’t face the wind,
or why every decision is just something to defend.
And I will drive out to the desert
just to empty my backpack in the sand.
And I will drive back into town just to fill it up again.

My backpack is full of half done things.
Half-eaten seeds and memories that sting,
and when I get to the table,
all that stuff is what I’ll have to bring.

So don’t ask me to give a list of reasons why I’m good.
Don’t bother trying to factor in the goals I have attained.
Doesn’t make much of a difference
what has been lost and been gained.
Track Name: Being Dumb
Oh God--
you gave me stupidity.
But I know deep down
that I’m the stupid one.

Oh God--
you gave me victory
to sing a stupid song
about how far I’ve come.

Oh God--
you know I like to pity.
You’ve probably seen by now
that I’m the pitiful one.

Oh God--
you gave me melody
to sing a stupid song
about how far I’ve come.

Oh God--
you gave me vanity.
Why does anyone else
try to show their face at all?

Oh God-
you gave me sanity
to know that in the end
my body is bound to fall.

Oh God--
you gave me infinity,
but I prefer to ride
in the back of a rusty Chevy.

Oh God--
you gave us humanity
to build something good,
but what we’re building’s not good at all.

Oh God--
you gave us chemistry
to make all types of poisons
for the world.

Oh God--
we made you our enemy
when we brought our own
solutions into your world.

Oh God--
you give us immunity
from the fever that always boils within your sight.

And God--
you give us you and me.
and the strength to stay awake
through this lonely night.

And God--
you gave me stupidity.
So I could sing a stupid song
about how far I’ve come.

But God--
I want to speak of beauty.
Instead I write a symphony
about being dumb.
Instead I write a symphony
about being dumb.
Track Name: Body
In any one funhouse
I’m Frankenstein’s creature.
Each member remembers what it used to be.
I’m reused and rehashed,
just a pile of trash born of a miracle.
You said, “Please creature,
use your new body responsibly.”

But when you took each piece of me out of its box,
you had to know.
Ah, but you chose not to see it.
You just saw a bunch of ducks in a row.
Well, now I have to be it.

You can go all of the places I can never go.
See admiration in the faces that I’ll never know.
And affection, that’s the big one.
And that’s where you drew the line.
But I’m really grateful to you,
and I love you, Victor Frankenstein.
I’m really grateful to you,
and I love you, Mr. Frankenstein.

Last night I realized
that my body is not mine.
But I’m really grateful to you,
and I love you, Victor Frankenstein.
If you could only be mine.
Track Name: Robin
Renting a room above the butcher, Robin would read.
And in the event of danger, Robin would lead.
Whether it’s a letter or spoken solace that you need--
In a minute, Robin would be there, a friend indeed.

As if a thank you was enough,
night after night I’d scheme
to do something right for Robin.
What does Robin really need?

When someone like that dies,
you just can’t understand why.
You’d think they’d live forever,
being so good at living life.

When someone like that leaves you,
all you want to do is cry.
But someone like that needs you
to stand up and give yourself a try.

A little secret between you and me:
Robin’s still around for us to see.
A little secret between me and you:
you may be like Robin too.