The Ghost and the Guest

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Jeremy Lance This is a really great record because of the creative design put into it. This a concept album centered around a fictional journal set in the Wild West. A wonderful story that needs your attention. Favorite track: Pickett.
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Journal Exercpt: The Aftermath

"I feel as though my memory is as black as the bottoms of her feet, and hands and everything else in the remnants.  An unnatural black, like stepping into a forest after the long golden grasses of summer were consumed from a simple lightening strike.  The young, the old, all were washed away in the impartiality and gall of the August flame.

The thing about a fire is that it cannot happen when there is nothing to burn.  I suppose that is why this fire was so ferocious, because it burned the only thing that I had.  You know, you walk outside to see your barn ablaze and though it may hurt financially, you still have something to wrap your arm around during a cold night, someone to wake up to, someone to rebuild that barn for.  When they took her, they took my reasons as well.

I remember the smell, not unlike a night spent out on the flat lands when you have to almost hug your campfire to stay warm.  Mix that with the smell of boiled blood and burnt hair and you will get close. Every now and then I catch a whiff of something similar and I am thrown back into the ashes of our home, the scorched white sundress she was wearing when she said to "hurry back".

It was about midday and I was in town getting a few things for our fixins, flour, bit of sugar, when I saw the smoke coming from our side of the hill.  I took off running, forgetting my horse and everything else.  I just ran.  I think back now and wonder what if I had had the sense to jump on my horse, maybe those godless bastard would have met my hot lead and my bare fist.  There must have been three or four of them, what with the mess of tracks they left.  Unfortunately, for me at least, following them only led to the river where they must have headed downstream for a while because there was nothing else on either side.

By the time I got there, there was not much left of the house other than the smoldering walls and blackened framework.  She was still inside, choked by the smoke and heat.  She was gone before I even arrived.
I buried her quick.  Maybe too quick but she was mine to mourn.  There was a chestnut tree outside the backdoor that used to bloom these tall white columns every spring, the type that seemed to be dancing off the imperfections of the branches and trunk.  The tree put everything to shame when in her prime, making it hard to walk by without stopping for a good gaze.  The sunset even seemed a bit jealous, calling off the vivid reds and oranges for a few weeks to pay tribute to the blossoms. That is where I dug the hole, which in and of itself never seemed deep enough.  I finally had to call it good when the shovel bent on the bedrock.

Her skin was rough and obviously no longer hers.

With fire they took her and with my burning scars will I stoke the flame that is now consuming my core. Whatever love is, whatever love was, is now shocking and relentless.  The blood my heart now pumps is done so on one condition: revenge shall be swift."

-Henry Pickett Pratt

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released July 24, 2012

Ty Matsumura- Drums
Jessica Workman- Vocals
Jake Workman- Everything Else

Recording, mixing and mastering by Ben Woolley

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Track Name: An Introduction (Words and Melody)
You can't tell what's it like until the feeling arrives
because it's hard to listen and not just hear
there's lessons to be learned in some else's burns
but we'll always be here and never there
because the words were more with the melody
and the notes were more as the chords they weaved
and they don't know just how they motivate me

You can't tell what it's like until the darkness hits the brights
and you squint like little kids when their mom turns on the lights
because they don't see more than the sting
and they don't know that the morning breaks like a wave
Track Name: Henry is Close
He don't have the strength of all the nation
but he don't mind helping out
there's a time for self reflection
but it's best behind the plow

And he's close
yeah he's close
despite these imperfections they have use in the collection
and he shows
yeah he shows
just where he gonna end up every time that there's a mess up
there's always room

He don't want to feel like he's a no one
that's way he believes there's something there
heaven's both a problem and solution
just depending where you are
Track Name: Love
Well the sky's got color even when it's all dark
it's like someone's gone and shot up my heart
but without those holes there'd be nothing to see
without these burning scars the sky wouldn't gleam

and I don't
feel right
without your there
to see with more
than my eyes

so just stop please wont you show me the way
love's not simply just something you say
it's more like a compass than an X on a map
inscribing us in circles just where we're at

and I don't
feel right
without you there
to see with more
than my slightly silhouetting
bright yet complicating
you know just what I mean
sing me to sleep
and that chest, just, keeps beating and beating and beating and beating
Track Name: Pickett
This story begins like any other I suppose
with a man in black and busted nose
making his escape
you see he’d lost everything he had to loose
except the clothes on his back and his worn out shoes
but none of that matters now

When the squatters came and torched his house
got to know his wife and kept her blouse
something vital snapped
some say it was a nerve deep in his brain
or a chunk of his heart due to the pain
but I guess we’ll never know

So when is plans for revenge wound him up behind bars
a few nights in he jumped the guards
and that’s where we find him now

And so I roam
and all I’ve known are
tattered footprints and a foreign pillow
and I don’t care
because my dear
is still a whisper on the wind
and my heart is too hard to simple break of bend
because they’re not
taking me alive

He ran all night and was discovered one town over by a kindly young girl named Lola Larae
she took him in, dressed his wounds, watered the soup to make it go around and waited until he came to
as he did, she began to ask “where are you headed”, “where are you from”, “what’s your name”
but his answer was always the same
“it doesn’t matter to me, why would it matter to you, thanks for your kindness but I’ll be gone in the morning”
and he rolled over, leaving Lola to return to her room
just as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard a faint melody through the walls
she slipped out into the hall and heard the man was singing

cause I don’t need a soul
if there’s nothing left to live for
I’ll watch my life wash away
‘cause baby, all I need is you

With a squeak of the floor boards, Lola was discovered
entranced by the man’s desperate exchange with the darkness
she said “your song reminds me of one my mother use to sing us”
and automatically dropping her gaze to the ground, she began

I sat down by the old oak tree
and heard we’re more than roots and branches and leaves
and so should sing you and me
we’re more than skin, and hair and bones and teeth
we’re simple like a sword and a sheath
and who we are is buried deep underneath

A thick awkward silence fell on the scene
which was eventually alleviated by the drag of Lola’s night gown against the wood floor
coming morning the man was true to his word and gone with the rising sun
grateful for the girl’s kindness but unable to be quenched

And so I roam
and all I’ve known are
tattered footprints and a foreign pillow
and I don’t care
because my dear
is still a whisper on the wind
and my heart is too hard to simple break of bend
because they’re not
taking me alive

The weeks became a blur along the side of the road
sleep, and sustenance were overtaken by his flames of rage
after countless threats and kicked down doors, the man caught wind of a murderous group roaming his country side
still determined, he set his sights on their leader
who lived in a house too big to have been earned honestly

Slipping in through the back window in the darkness
having decided revenge was wasted with a warning
he ran through the following memorized moments
he slipped out into the hall and saw a slowly rocking silhouette
singing a song all too familiar

I sat down by the old oak tree
and heard we’re more than roots and branches and leaves
and so should sing you and me
we’re more than skin, and hair and bones and teeth
we’re simple like a sword and a sheath
and who we are is buried deep underneath

‘Cause I won’t have a soul
if I take another man’s world
I’ve watched my life waste for too long

I want a chance to breathe
without the choking vale I see
without these nagging thoughts unsure
and all these questions blame won’t cure
and if I hold you to my view, would you help me say that
I’m not taking a life
Track Name: The Same
Sticks and stones and idol bones
hanging round instead
and I don't see how the seeds
turned lovers to friends
there's something slow that I don't know
creeping 'round my bed
but I won't keep my eyes open

When she dreams
dream just the same
I've got her lips
on my brain
when she bleeds
I bleed just the same
to give her blood and take her pain

The sharpest knifes and party lines
seem silly at the most
now life's come round and taken sound
all I had to boast
the treasure's rust and turned to dust
leaving my crimson skin
but I won't keep my eyes open

When she leaves
I'm left with the stain
of where she sup'd
and grew in vain
where she loved
is soured to pain
that I must now bear in shame
Track Name: An Intermission (Taking it Back)
He's taken it back like he's got nothing left to loose
he's taken it back like that's exactly where the wind blows
he's taken it back like he is squinting in his soul
like everything is right but the world says no no
he's taken it back because he's the rightful owner
he's taken it back because it was his from the start
he's taken it back like no one's gonna stop him
cause life of journey of loosing and forgetting

He's taken it back because a life's a precious vessel
he's taken it because on the tossed and stormy sea
he's taken it back from all the bad decisions
he's taken it back though they might not be all his
he's taken it back like a life time of wages
stolen in handfuls in big burlap bags

oh cause he's the one
oh cause he's the only one
who can say to his heart ache "be free"
Track Name: Paper and Ink
so why don't you just
take it slow
there's no reason for us to go
you've got the money honey check it and see
what it means to live perpetually

so why don't you just
take it back
and get us both back on the track
you've got the money honey, check it and see
the sums adding up to make us happy but...

their call you out
and I don't feel
like a spades a spade
unless it's real
cause it's just paper and ink

so why don't you just
read it slow
what better way for us to know
you've got the money honey check it and see
those portraits are smiling and like it's all free

so why don't you just
look on back
at our wake of blue and black
you've got the money honey check it and see
the notes aint lying and the numbers don't bleed

ink that doesn't scar
gets washed with the next bar
and though it may seem hard

it's not
to say what I wanna say
I've got them running on the back
tripping on the rock I kick up
and the dirt they’re sucking's just a reminder
that I'm on top
Track Name: (Listen)
The westward winds pushing on his shoulders
and the weight of the world seems to be over
the thunder clouds have moved to greener pastures
and the lighting strikes have returned to their old master

And it sounds like the world begins to turn
and with the rush and the whirl you know that you'll be there soon

Oh he don't know where he wants to go
but it's time he's got to listen
Track Name: Killing Me
Why don't you just breath
the sad song is over
I told you memories fade
but you can't let go over her
wounds will scar and bleed
but you won't just leave her behind
a dead horse is doomed to lie
so please just keep going

Here in spirit always here in spirit
here in spirit always here in spirit
but you won't just leave her behind
who ever said you had to see to feel it
here in spirit always here in spirit
so please just keep going

She's killing me
she's killing me
and I can't help but be scared
it's taking its toll and making its wear

Lives aren't lived in the past
you're afraid to say hello goodbyes
are all you've had
it doesn't make them a lose of despised
though the view may be nice
it's not worth the trouble you'll find
is scar and ice
so please just keep going

Here in spirit always here in spirit
here in spirit always here in spirit
but you won't just leave her behind
it's not worth the trouble you'll find
here in spirit always here in spirit
so please just keep going

She's killing me
she's killing me
and I can't help but be scared
it's taking its toll and making its wear
She's killing me
she's killing me
and I can't help but be scared
it's taking its toll and making its wear

Take a look and it's everywhere that sings her song
and following your heart, it never seems so wrong
a ghost is just a guest that lingers too long
the change is just the day to day

She's killing me
yeah it's killing me
but it doesn't count for a thing
Track Name: Quakies
Rocks in the river and the stones in the stream
and all the pretty songs that the birds don't sing
if you want to talk about you and me
you'll find me up there among the quaking trees
the way's out the valley and the roads unknown
and the stream keeps on giving where ever she goes
if you want to talk about you and me
you'll find me up there among the quaking trees

Like the old oak tree
like the western breeze bring sweeter things

I know there’s a hole outside
as the fires dies I can hear the cry
Track Name: California
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Track Name: A Conclusion (Miles and Miles)
I chased the sun
and they say she won
but I don't remember seeing her run
and in the twilight gleam, I think it's time to concede

Smoothed and worn
since the day was born
like baking bread she's kept me warm
but my skin's all scorched and thick to the touch

But you're miles and miles oh you're miles and miles away
you'll take it slow, you really don't know
that you're miles and miles oh you're miles and miles away

The song’s been song
the painting’s done
the words and the notes now rest as one
relief more sweet than I could convey
Those stinging eyes
now bagged and dried
replaced with coins and heavy sighs
but the they won’t cry no more
no they won’t cry no more

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