If I Sleep

by East Ghost

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released 10 October 2014

All songs written by EAST GHOST®
(Mute City and Tobacco Teeth, written by EAST GHOST/Taylor Forry)

Producer: Mike Fanuele
Recorded & Mixed by Mike Fanuele @ Lavabed Recording,
Mt. Ranier, MD
Mastering by Kim Rosen @ Knack Mastering

Artwork & Design by EAST GHOST

A Special Thanks to:
Stephanie Bald, Emily Winship, Laura Brogan, Mike Fanuele,
Kim Rosen, Taylor Forry, Bryan Patton and all our friends and
family who have supported us and made this record possible.

EAST GHOST is from Washington, DC
Ryan - Vocals, Guitar
Robert - Bass
Jesse - Drums

© 2014, East Ghost

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Track Name: If I Sleep
Drowning in these sheets,
covered in the dark.
Only silence to repeat,
all the things I didn’t start.

And when I am alone,
is it me who I am with,
who falls for every trap,
and misses every hit.

Oh Silence, you cut me down to size.
Oh oh oh, you found out where I hide.
I, I thought I’d be better than this.

All these dark, shadow friends,
smirk from the corner till I sweat.
Make me question what I did,
when I was awake.
What was that I thought I saw,
running fast across the floor?
I don’t want to sleep alone anymore,
won’t you please come home?

Oh silence, you cut me down to size.
Oh, you found out where I hide.
I thought I’d be better than this.
I thought I’d be better than this.
Track Name: White Fences
Forget yourself and stay awhile,
this can’t be worse than you expected.
You’ve got such a cynic smile,
so bright and disconnected.

Don’t be like the others,
they always said to me.
You should be something better,
and don’t look back.
But what’s the difference between us,
it all looks the same to me,
when you’re down and out.

Are you moving to the city,
leave the unwashed far behind,
maybe settle in the suburbs,
white fences like security lines.

Don’t be like the others,
they always said to me.
You should be something better,
and don’t look back.
But what’s the difference between us,
it all looks the same to me,
when you’re screaming out.

Don’t be like the others,
they always said to me.
You should be something better,
and don’t look back.
But what’s the difference between us,
it all looks the same to me,
when you’re down and out.
Track Name: Jericho
Traveling brothers, border lines,
free and uneasy, our tourist kind.

There’s still no saints among us,
Just gods and prophets, holes and stones
There’s still no saints among us,
Just walls to tame the strange and old.

Swim off the salt, the dead sea shroud,
sleeping with your visions, you both were so proud.

There’s still no saints among us,
Just gods and prophets, holes and stones
There’s still no saints among us,
Just gods and prophets, holes and stones

Paradise brings
strangers and kings

There’s still no saints among us,
Just gods and prophets, holes and stones
There’s still no saints among us,
Just walls to tame the strange and old.
Track Name: Folded Hands
My heads on the ceiling,
and she can’t quit her moving along.
A blue porcelain delicate shark,
teeth softly sunk into place.

Every new morning,
I’m deep, fast, away from the room,
brought back and spinning so fast,
chummed water breaks, grinning the light

I’ll be the tether, and she’ll be the grace,
a straight line persistence to finding the place,
where we went one direction,
ears open eyes to see,
folded hands with plastic flowers that never fade
oh god I’m so late.

My heads on the ceiling,
but I won’t stop my moving along,
a blue porcelain delicate shark,
teeth softly sunk into place.

I’ll be the tether, and she’ll be the grace,
a straight line persistence to finding the place,
where we went one direction,
ears open eyes to see,
folded hands with plastic flowers that never fade
oh god I’m so late,
oh god I’m so late,
oh god I’m so late.
Track Name: Workingman
Every night I rise again,
to haunt the street with fair weather friends,
clean the house and pay the bills,
though my days are dead,
it’s the nights that kill.

Drift through the days and burn through the nights,
we can sleep, when we’re dead.
Barely alive in the dim bar light,
with my feet up over my head.

Dumb and drunk, the youth and his gaze,
cursing the yellow sky, numbering the days.
Freeing the cigarettes till there are none,
watching the heaving dogs, shudder and gone.

Drift through the days and burn through the nights,
we can sleep, when we’re dead.
Barely alive in the dim bar light,
with my feet up over my head.
Track Name: Tobacco Teeth
We bought a house, to have a porch,
to smoke and drink, a house with light

And she said, I don’t want to kiss your tobacco teeth

Now we’re sleeping apart, and holding tight,
squatters in an old, old house.

And she said, I don’t want to kiss your tobacco teeth.

We bought a house, to have a porch,
to smoke and drink, a house with light

When what I want, not what I need,
is cigarettes and being mean,
when I’m fucked up, and so are you,
oh, well, what do we do

and she said, I don’t want to kiss your tobacco teeth.
Track Name: Mute City
Can’t we just play the hits
be hung out, amused
Oh my skin, sweat and clothes,
are my choir and robes.

So brave is the tonight,
and lone, is the night.
All this sitting and standing,
while we’re trying to sleep.

I have not been quiet,
This will not take long.
I have not been quiet,
This will not take long.