Ghosts

by Boyhood Bravery

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released 12 May 2013

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Track Name: Seventeen Days
on a bus full of unfamiliar faces
i drove past the park where i broke my arm in two seperate places
i spent the time thinking 'does my blood still remain?'
where i fell on dirty ground just yards from the climbing frame
and when the bones healed up they were twice as thick
like the wall around my heart since when you stamped on it
there was an angel on the bus, at the foot of the stairs
and when i closed my eyes she vanished into thin air (like always.)

cue a saturday, sunshine by the river
drinking out of plastic cups
trying to kill the stilted conversations
was proving to be harder than ever before
and when the sun began to burn out in the sky
i knew there was nothing left, nothing in your eyes
and right then i knew that what we had was gone
if i can't have you, i don't want anyone
so i took a photo of your face in my head
and kept it there for the next seventeen days
to remind myself i'm an unfinished work of art
and i don't need to dry off just yet.

she said "heroes are for people who can't save themselves."
well, save me.
if you knew just one thing about me
you would leave
Track Name: Canadian Girls
the best days of my youth were spent watching Stone Cold Steve Austin;
spent chasing a girl I'd never win.
she kissed me once and then claimed she was drunk.

i wrote her name upon a wall
but now i can't recall her name at all;
i guess that tells you all you need to know about young love.

because it's true that i can count all of my friends on the fingers of one hand.

teenage years are a learning curve
a house made of bed-sheets comes tumbling down
but there's always someone there to be the scaffold to your listed building.

like the heroes they are they have disappeared into the night
and now all you hear is the flapping of a cape
in the breeze.

because it's true that i can count all of my friends on the fingers of one hand.

and of the three musketeers i'm the only one around;
one is transatlantic and the other's settled down.
what of the punk rock shows
and the beers chilled in the bathtub?
what of the sleepless nights
method acting in a Toronto nightclub?
a summer of solidarity;
the swan song before the end of this.
quoting Morrissey to Canadian girls
in the hope of a goodnight kiss
what of the morning call
and of fishing in the rain?
after the Yankees-Blue Jays game
we were never seen together again.
thinking back on those memories
there really weren't enough;
being stretched until you split at the seams
is the worst part of growing up.
Track Name: Saltwater
saltwater still on your skin;
from the night we took off all our clothes
and jumped into the sea, forgot all inhibitions.
with a couple of bottles inside of our stomachs
we were young, wild and free
and painstakingly close to the end of the final summer

i don't mind
that you don't love me anymore.

and the feeling you got
the very first time that you heard the song
that was destined to become your first dance,
when every single vein was pumping futures around your body
and your heart began to swell and you thought you might explode.
well, it was never our song anyway.

i don't mind
that you don't love me anymore
because if you fell for him
like i fell for you
there was nothing we could do.
Track Name: The Grape, The Grain
old conquests never are the same
just skeletons without names.
the scream, the fight - the black, the blue
the taste of night without you.
all the things i wish that i had not done
are just relics of a time that's been and gone,
i loved you first in your Sunday best
and second when you got undressed.

remember those nights when we lay there in your bed?
Nebraska on cassette tape and an impending sense of dread.
and if the gaps between the words weren't a clue
then the campbed set up next to yours told all it needed to.

festivals always our downfall,
every time the same; the grape, the grain.
i believe the ghosts of the ones you lost
float into your arms.
you always were the best part of me,
the part in which i could still believe.
i still have your words hidden in a drawer,
but they don't hold my gaze like they did before.

remember when we waited up til it was light?
you in an XL t-shirt and me staring at the sky.
i know by now that half a decade has gone by
the truth is that i've given up and let time fly.
Alton Towers on a halloween evening
standing in the queue as the choir girls sing,
they sing "take one last glance -
i bet you wish you kissed her when you had the chance,
wait for alarm bells to ring -
i bet you wish you'd told her she was everything."

wait 'til i'm seeing stars.
i'm going out in style.
in the first round; knockout.
i am not a saint.
so won't you just feed me to the lions?
Track Name: Fortress, Citadel, Bastion
seven days away is all it takes for me to know
that it is time for me to say something i never thought that i could say and mean.

you were so far away that i couldn't reach you with a shout
i couldn't reach you with a letter; and i knew that you were something i just could not live without.

so i closed my eyes and wrote a letter in the wind
thought of all the places that we were yet to go
and then from somewhere, from anywhere, i don't know where
the words came stumbling out of me
words that could make me, words that could break me
but i didn't care cos i just needed you to know

when you're lying next to me, my bedroom feels like a fortress
and no-one would dare to bother the king and queen so we just lie in silence

and the bed is warm, and your body fits around mine
in that perfect way that we always dreamed but was never quite right [until this time...]

so i closed my eyes and wrote a letter in the wind
thought of all the places that we were yet to go
and then from somewhere, from anywhere, i don't know where
the words came stumbling out of me
words that could make me, words that could break me
but i didn't care cos i just needed you to know
...and maybe you do now?
but just in case...
i love you.
Track Name: West Suffolk
the long hot summer of 2008 was the start of something new
and in the field behind her house i lost a running race.
five letters and a penchant for reading poetry
and making me feel like i was ten feet tall in the grounds of a roman cemetery.
words hung in the air and i swear that i could see them,
like breath on a winter's day, when you can pretend that you're a dragon
and that you're not scared of anything and you never feel blue
but the truth is she's the only girl that i ever stayed true to
and i know that tells you all you'd ever need to know about me.
but if it makes you feel better, i can second-guess that she's happy,
whilst i spend all of my spare time planning my own Odyssey
and when i arrive i'll lay myself bare on the table;
scream into a megaphone so loud the whole city can hear me,
"i want you to know i haven't kissed anyone since you
and i don't plan to."
i found a book on which she'd written a note on the inside cover,
tore the page out and sent it in a bottle down the river
there's nothing like the handwriting of somebody you loved
to make you re-evaluate where your life's at.
i remember when she stayed over my house on my birthday;
like a ghost with how she was there, but she wasn't there at all.
i guess my act had grown too old and her eyes were looking elsewhere,
dandelion and burdock dancing on my tongue.
and to this day i can still taste it every time i breathe;
the taste of saying goodbye to someone that you wish wouldn't leave.
i think i might take up smoking, no matter how bad it is for me,
because when my lungs fill with smoke they don't feel quite so empty.
if i was given the choice of her being happy without me
or feeling like an anchored ship never going out to sea
then i guess i would be happy that she'd found herself a life.
Track Name: Armada
lying on your floor looking through a skylight,
maybe fingers touched, maybe they didn't.
i hate forgetting but it hurts to remember.

today i woke up
in a sweat. and i
realised that i
never wrote you a song when you
still loved
me.
so now
there aren't even memories
of us
as us,
only us
as the ship that sunk.

holding on, holding on for something that you'll never find down here.
i guess i should have loved you better when you were still near.
i found it hard at first to function, but now that ghost's under the ground.
my heart feels a whole tonne lighter now that she's around.
Track Name: Elizabeth
you know i'm trying so hard
and i would wait for you,
at least, i'd try to.

and in this burnt out car
we would stare out at everything
and then realise that it meant nothing.

but i didn't think we'd last the year
and when the cold creeps in we'll both disappear.

i travelled from my hometown
right down to the South-West
and when i arrived
you didn't want to know

so this is just to let you know
that i'm trying so hard
to forget you.

but i didn't think we'd last the year
and when the cold creeps in we'll both disappear.

you're the storm before the calm.
never afraid to chance your arm.
and when the cold creeps in we'll both disappear.
Elizabeth, what went wrong, my dear?
Track Name: Pigeon French
it's so painful to see as you walk through the door
hair tied back, your eyes fixed on the floor
i could have sworn you'd never seen this boy before
listening to 'Bona Drag', thinking "what was it for?"

but i guess there's nothing more to say
except "please, please, don't forget Paris"

it's just so sad to see as my bus leaves its bay
you said you were headed some place new, like the avery
give me one last kiss, turn your back and then walk away
thinking back...there must have been something to say

but now there's nothing more to say.
and i promise you can forget me.
just please, please, don't forget Paris.

where the train stops don't work and we drank cheap champagne
and businessmen flock to see them dance the can-can again,
all the time i held your hand thinking there was nothing to fear
looking back, baby, that year was not to be our year
and thinking back to when we stepped out into the Gare Du Nord,
i don't think i've ever loved anybody any more than then...

but that was a long time ago.

and all your pigeon french, it never made any sense to me.
Track Name: I Would Kiss You In A Library
hands on coffee cups our fingers in the handles
our fingers almost touching like the first time,
talk of the memories of people who have hurt us,
of the places where we kissed them for the first time.

a smile is all it takes to plug the gaps in silence
when there are no words to tell you how i feel,
and like a magnet i am drawn towards your style
i am drawn towards the words that you speak.

oh, don't you think it's a wonder that we even got this far?
with the way that i am.
oh, don't you think it's a dreamer's dream to plan where we will go
on the road we take?

freezing by a river, sitting oh-so close
but i do not have the guts to touch your face,
the sun bids us adieu as tourists take photos
of the places we have loved since we were young.

and in an instant our time was almost up
shaking; did i say what i wanted to say?
that in the safety of the early-evening light
you looked so beautiful dressed all in grey

oh, don't you think it's a wonder that we even got this far?
with the way that i am.
oh, don't you think it's a dreamer's dream to plan where we will go
on the road we take?

the first embrace; the first of many
...at least i hope.