Lifeboat Candidate

by Palm Ghosts

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1.
Blind 04:11
Am I the game you're hunting? The blood rush and the win Now The middle ground is splitting And the centrists all fell in Their last breath it gave warning I could of sworn I heard them cry Beware of all concessions That cut history in two sides Is this the new world coming Or old habits dying hard? Reactions predetermined Where unknown consequences spark Dooming to repeat them Like a deep scratch in the wax Sticking tight to script Catch phrasing perversions of the facts Wake me when its over Don't stir me till its done Wake me when its over Don't stir me till its done I beg you Like you I have dreams That I am not some throw away Bright purpose gleams To light my feet in front of me I heard you wanted to see my world on fire If that’s what you need to see then you're already blind Are we so far removed That our connection is denial The fear so thick between us We only touch by projectiles Call necessary evil down from off it’s lofty place To tip its hat and steal the show For possible futures its displaced Wake me when it’s over Don’t stir me till it’s done Wake me when it’s over Don’t stir me till it’s done I beg you Like you I have dreams That I am not some throw away Bright purpose gleams To light my feet in front of me I heard you wanted to see my world on fire If that’s what you need to see then you're already blind
2.
Easy Math 04:32
How quickly madness spreads Peering into darkened spaces Exaggerations flood the head And read the headlines on strange faces The prefab arguments reframed Cut from some Revelator’s picture Offers new greatness for to aim While appealing to parts lesser Take the easy math Add it up quick The easy math Add it up quick The easy math Add it up quick Now put it all together Take the easy math Add it up quick The easy math Add it up quick The easy math Add it up quick Now pull yourself together To be filled it would take oceans Of simplicity in bloom A fount of old familiar notions Reborn but not anew Punish the remainder Strike it till it’s learned the cause Will house no deviants bent To destroy all that it loves Follow the good companies of conscience Commercial cults and TV hosts Their insights speak to our hidden intentions And how The scores not even not even close Punish the remainder Strike it till it’s learned the cause Will house no deviants bent To destroy all that it loves Follow the good companies of conscience Commercial cults and TV hosts Their insights speak to our hidden intentions And how The scores not even not even close Take the easy math Add it up quick The easy math Add it up quick The easy math Add it up quick Now put it all together Take the easy math Add it up quick The easy math Add it up quick The easy math Add it up quick Now pull yourself together
3.
The Kids 04:40
Transfixed upon a fiction Puppeteering it to life Teasing out small imaginations With how much poison good intentions can imbibe Have we really played it all out? Run the numbers in our heads? What doesn't leave us with a shadow of a doubt Will make damn sure we're left for dead When all our lives are so balanced on a lie We've got the kids to think about The kids to think about We call this holding it together With endless elasticity The lines we cling to are but tethers Our handlers someone kept unseen When all our lives are so balanced on a lie We've got the kids to think about The kids to think about Will we ever come to grips? When all our lives are so balanced on a lie We've got the kids to think about Is the slow wheel in us turning Or merely creaking in the wind From the great storm stirring In our Sour bellies yet again Blindly begging uncle Selling each other for relief While wincing at the crackle Of the whip we're casting free Will we ever come to grips? The seats to which we were appointed So hot the devil could not sit The Gods to which we were anointed We've twisted too much, just to make them fit When all our lives are so balanced on a lie We've got the kids to think about The kids to think about
4.
Amusements dress the anxious mess I feel The cold assembly’s giving me a chill Congregants tense and flex their muscles tight in powered rolls to bend rebellions might Fanatics in the game to win Politics on adrenaline Running mad to start the end Revelation engines Charging faith into the fringe Tempting god to take them in Where All treasure waits for them Revelation engines Prize, bribe, or bounty they’d take it all the same Laundering every deed through a holy name Begging redemptions return in their time Of all the sick ways to stay gratified Fanatics in the game to win Politics of oblivion Running mad to start the end Revelation engines Charging faith into the fringe Tempting god to take them in Where All treasure waits for them Revelation engines Turn it off Turn it off Turn it off you’re killing us Turn it off You’re running suicide drills through disaster plans Turn it off Turn it off Turn it off you’re killing us Turn it off You’re running suicide drills through disaster plans Charging faith into the fringe Tempting god to take them in We all know how that ends Revelation engines Turn it off Turn it off Turn it off you’re killing us Turn it off You’re running suicide drills through disaster plans Turn it off Turn it off Turn it off you’re killing us Turn it off You’re running suicide drills through disaster plans
5.
I refuse to hold the cans you offer me Stop pretending they're some branch from an olive tree Whats sown here it all grows stunted In the chairmans Suppressive frost Under a light focused and Wielded A super weapon to save us all They say to carry the world I have to put you down They say to carry the world I have to put you down But I don't want to Though They proclaim that I should want to I wont waste another moment wringing meaning from their declarations For all the wrangling of past lives And what good it did It cant account for all the lies we're living in And the life's blood we're exchanging For a story to tell ourselves And why the one we're always walking Is always written by someone else They say to carry the world I have to put you down They say To carry the world I have to put you down But I don't want to Though They proclaim that I should want to I wont waste another moment wringing meaning from their declarations Let it breathe so it may scream to breach your lips What rebellion still survives in this death grip Sure the pressure keeps us stable With all the regiment provides I don’t fear we were unable But that we chose not to own our lives They say to carry the world I have to put you down They say To carry the world I have to put you down But I don't want to Though They proclaim that I should want to I wont waste another moment wringing meaning from their declarations
6.
With words I chisel cores away Mold images that mirror me Til every heart burns by my brand Still the situations in the best of hands I’m your lifeboat candidate Safe as a gun under your pillow The tunnel making your escape The ever molting snake you follow Let me touch your ache to be consumed By something greater than yourself Let me touch your ache to be consumed By something greater With clutched attention I swing wild Whip frenzy from your sense of pride Till your every nerve is set to mine A bomb clock ticking down the time Let me touch your ache to be consumed By something greater than yourself Let me touch your ache to be consumed By something greater I may hide behind the fine prints ruse But I’m larger than life itself Let me touch your ache to be consumed By something greater than yourself I will the water to a boil I love to watch it boil over The hiss and sting it so excites me The hot prowls of the bored and wealthy Are stepping in to run your mind When they break that deadbolt I'll be all they'll find Let me touch your ache to be consumed By something greater Let me touch your ache to be consumed By something greater than yourself I will the water to a boil I love to watch it boil over
7.
If you could tear your eyes from me I feast on all your senses freely Those ghost vibrations tingling down your spine Are a learned response I’ve taught you over time I’m stripping the herd for parts While they’re playing slots with their time Sure the product has a heart In fact I’m counting on it but it’s no concern of mine The perfect tool The click bait is custom made fit to your specific tastes The barb it sinks slow and steadily in The pinch so slight you hardly notice it My silent bomb campaign Rains down heavy confusion I’ll drag you into laying blame Then sell you on a false solution You can retreat from the masses pull I’m more than two steps ahead of you Your fix is mixed with monetized despair I know just what it is you need to hear I’m stripping the herd for parts While they’re playing slots with their time Sure the product has a heart In fact I’m counting on it but it’s no concern of mine I’m stripping the herd for parts While they’re playing slots with their time Sure the product has a heart In fact I’m counting on it but it’s no concern of mine The perfect tool
8.
I can’t believe you had me going there for a minute To Such a place one dares not comprehend less visit Where A billion eyes are fixed on points flung like clay pigeons Where I can’t run And I can’t hide Paralytic to the touch of Paralytic to the touch of The dead inside The heavy feel and stench of confidence in money Hangs in the air like some bored foreman of gods jury As Endless webs of open arms close in a hurry Now I can’t run And I can’t hide Paralytic to the touch of Paralytic to the touch of The dead inside it was not me that shaped this ugly spell It sure as hell wont be me paying for it now I can’t believe you had me switch the lens for a minute Thinking the world was something more than how I see it Still I can’t run And I can’t hide Paralytic to the touch of Paralytic to the touch of Paralytic to the touch of The dead inside

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released March 19, 2021

Joseph Lekkas: Vocals, Keyboards, Bass
Benjamin Douglas: Guitars, Keyboards
Jason Springman: Guitars
Walt Epting: Drums

Words and Music by: Jason Springman, Benjamin Douglas, Joseph Lekkas and Walt Epting

Recorded, Mixed and Produced by Joseph Lekkas @ Greenland Studios, Nashville TN

(c) 2021 Ice Queen Records
(p) Cheetah Vs. Helicopter Music (ASCAP)

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Palm Ghosts Nashville, Tennessee

Palm Ghosts is the sound of an 80s prom in a war zone…located in the dead heart of country music, Nashville, TN.

More at home in rainy Manchester, the quartet weaves cinematic dream pop and new wave with brooding post punk.

Embracing their 80’s idols, like New Order, The Cure, David Bowie, John Carpenter and even Divine, Palm Ghosts take the genre to soaring new heights.
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