Loop Arcade

by Palm Ghosts

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1.
I'm not wasting my time I'm not wasting my time That vapor breaks Hands well wrung Earthen feet And golden tongue I'm not wasting my time I'm not wasting my time The bunker walls I dig them in Then scheme to climb Up them again Another left in the cold Another left in the cold Riding on Passions heels Close enough To jerk the wheel Another year in the dark Another year in the dark Not all the lights Lead to shore Fall in line Back and forth Im not wasting my time Im not wasting my time Marching off To thinner ice Back and forth Fall in line Another year in the dark Another year in the dark Not all the lights Lead to shore Fall in line Back and forth
2.
Who's honeycombed your head? Who's thoughts have you been thinking? Is there nothing that you won't believe As your bright futures blinking? To say the slaughter house walls Are better read by those with vision So tainted in your apathy Treat your senses with derision Nevermind what it looks like Nevermind the smell Nevermind the ringing choir Of pavlovian bells Feeding you new suspects Calling you to stand down Then daring you to stand up After they pin you to the ground So you bend to kiss the ring And you bend to kiss the ring As if its just another button That needs you for pushing While all the time knowing Where your going is insane A place where you share all the suffering And none of the blame It's not right Do you recognize? Thats you screaming thru the mirror It's not right Do you recognize? that's you screaming Now who's gotten to you? Who's lies have you been spilling? Is there nothing you won't do to maintain making a killing? You climb the backs of the broken For upward mobility Use your moral foundations To steer to your sick fantasy So you bend to kiss the ring And You bend to kiss the ring Fawning to be favored Any part of anything If its really what you need Or your just itching for a fix To you it's all the same As long as it's over with quick It's not right Do you recognize? What's been drilled in you Has left you full of holes Holes So you bend to kiss the ring Yeah you bend to kiss the ring As they pet you like a trigger Rigged against their enemy It's not right Do you recognize? Who your talking to when you say It's not right
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it's lonesome down on easy Street Only the broken hearted out to play So why go jumping to your feet When you can watch the world burn on TV So this is the end This is the end You won't survive out there for long friend There is madness behind every door We can help you forget where you are By taking you where you've been before So This is the end This is the end Brace yourself Running back sequential bliss Your time will pass as you had wished Fast forward to nothingness Where you first thought to turn to this This is the end
4.
Wipe the slate This equations beyond me Like mistakes Coupled with a short memory, memory With room left to talk Of redefining sanity To fall in step With the newly lost The newly lost I found my knack betting against a raging tide Up to my neck In all that I let ride , I let ride Coming to my senses Is slow and steady work I won't see done Locked in shock Shooting for fun Under the Roll of the electric eye Under the Roll of the electric eye Are we still rolling? I'm a Press animal A Press animal I'm a Press animal Cover me under the Roll of the electric eye Coming to my senses Is slow and steady work I won't see done Locked in shock Shooting for fun Under the Roll of the electric eye Under the Roll of the electric eye Are we still rolling? I'm a Press animal A Press animal I'm a Press animal Cover me under the Roll of the electric eye
5.
Good hopes for the landmarks i've known To be safe in these humble homes these nails broke child and wine Porcelain fingers scrape age by design Wraps in silk become linen with age To industry, home’s tidy cage romance learned to medicate The gospel paid in to accept this fate All my life Is your head alive? My heart is a beehive Subtle pastimes fill cupboards With disdain shine rings and the pewter to maintain Lining shelves for the trophy wife Enough lure to come home to pretty hives All my life Is your head alive My heart is a beehive When was last time you felt good about this? Just another opinion readily dismissed Shallow graves make unrest easy just to force this one fantasy All my life Is your head alive? My heart is a beehive
6.
Nowhere to hide Bare wires and flashing lights As our ringing voices fade Like signals out of phase The silent chase Into the grave Slow down, Keep moving Strange sibilance The serpents kiss Slow down, Keep moving in time The needle moves Sound flooding empty rooms With the shadows free from sight We dance into the night The silent chase Into the grave Slow down, Keep moving Strange sibilance The serpents kiss Slow down, Keep moving in time It can save our lives Our darkest days are far behind Beneath the stars so dead and bright Kiss of the flame, remain in light

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released July 24, 2020

Palm Ghosts is:

Joseph Lekkas- Vocals, Bass, Guitars, Keyboards, Drums
Ben Douglas- Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards
Jason Springman - Vocals, Guitars, Drums


Produced, Recorded and Mastered by: Joseph Lekkas at Greenland Studios, Nashville TN

Words and Music By Joseph Lekkas and Ben Douglas except
My Heart Is A Beehive, Words and Music by Jason Springman and Joseph Lekkas.

Art and Design by: Ben Douglas

(p) Cheetah Vs. Helicopter Music (ASCAP)

(c) 2020 Ice Queen Records

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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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