Will You Be My Ghost

by Side Street Walker

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1.
Went to write a book of blank verse but my hands failed to speak by the third page couldn't find words for the unsaid so I went for a walk to clear my head I call it worry on the go i admire how you talk out loud to people who are still strangers and speed read when the pages turn as if each step bleaches the line before well that'd be cool to learn Oh darling, im a head rest pressed to your shoulder oh mother, you always take the blame oh brother, tell me we can pull it together while spellbound, by the rules of the waiting game until i saw you after school skipping rocks into the lake and i don't know where to begin wrapped in a thick layer of sheepskin there we sat in the sand then you pulled out a journal didn't hesitate nor disparage your words and that put a chip right in the window for someone who looked and sang twee you sorta write like Nick Blinko and it makes me wonder, the things i've heard you say , how a few short years made me appreciate A Minor Place, the song, and related keys, the contrast it all creates. called to the sea once more dragged out, scraped along the shore a bleeding part of me and i only really like slam poetry
2.
when i was walking by, there came a mumble it sounded like, the echo of a familiar voice an accent of void, ive learned to ignore in a town so empty, my escort guides me from the joys of life i went to see a friend, the king of horror but when i got there he was already in bed imagine my surprise, he slept with a night light conjured up in his head, are matching swells of butterflies and so the footsteps follow me cant help but smile bring me to my knees its only been a short while have yet to make a mark even stephen kings afraid... of the dark even stephen king went to fill my head while im still not sure how to clear it took a seat at the table next to the ghost of saint patrick when Edgar poe knocked and, took the chair across and said "Lord help my poor soul, do you mind if i borrow your candlelight" Saw Mason and Dixon, smitten by the Cherrycoke man handed me a fortune cookie, said fuck that out the tavern i ran crack as it dropped to the silent street, paper says to keep on dreaming dont you worry, thats what haunts me when im not sleeping and so the footsteps follow me cant help but smile bring me to my knees its only been a short while have yet to make a mark even stephen kings afraid... of the dark those footsteps follow me met with a nervous smile bound at the knees oh such short gains in a long while how do you make a mark if even stephen kings afraid... of the dark
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Dust 03:03
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Backwards 02:29
last time i was there, you were sprawled out on the couch flourescent shining, to the rythm of the disco ball and id make that same joke, about going back as i recline in the chair, man i swear im always going back here marks a line in the sand wont you come and take my hand you'll say, "what do you thinks on the way" ill kill no albatross, today and youd play that same song, to try and see if you could rumble the rear views and reveal a man stuck in the mirror when standing back, edges tend to distort and for just a second, the patterns a bit different then before ill mark a line here in the sand wont you come and take my hand you'll say, "what do you thinks on the way" ill kill no albatross, today
5.
I can remember us sitting, on a park bench along cobblestone paths, and historic buildings just being there, for a quiet moment feeling more lost, barely holding conversation each word precariously lying, in the spring air those moments never feel like, they will end until you start to think, about it all the temporariness, of everything and time has only taken off since then i cant imagine any other scenario its hard to think that it could have been different one moment you're there and then your gone sometimes its going up a down escalator or reliving photos that have long turned monochrome and then sometimes it just ends, but youd never notice regardless and its not a real issue, no theres so much worse that can be had it can even make you laugh if you think long and hard enough on it theres so much worse that can be had it can even make you laugh if you think long and hard enough on it i dont need a distraction, or some long term break we are all young here and the next bench could be just around the corner
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Lift 02:42
Walked along the cold damp floor the patting of the bay counting teeth, picking wounds of writing melancholy lights from cars, block out stars so i land among headlights subtle risks, without rewards variety lacking spices how do you follow, whats intense for me so i sing in an accent ripped from pages of poetry scribbled in the shadow of anguish a happy song would fail to resolve any sense of truth like the time i confused Nana Grizol for psuedo-jazz greats Throbbing Gristle and in that way i try to organize the things that fail to reason or rhyme how do i, take the next step when tall buildings, shake my knees when the drive, makes me more anxious then whatever lies at the end but miles are cheaper when out of town where headlights fail to reach awestruck by the colors that appear in most anything at least thats what ill tell myself when things dont go as planned ive heard its the worst ideas that know how to swim but if i take them all lock them up somewhere than theres no complaining when im drowning on land so taken in stride i cant help but think if thats the worst case scenario then you cant ever really sink
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I never really knew your plan Caroline wants to leave for the suburbs tucked in between eachother's yards well how do you voice a doubt so you stroll before the thorofare try to find calm in that tranquil water bound to here below what we dont know my signature still looks like a barcode i want to give you a tape a disc of things that never got said encased in glass, a window a piece of earth to hold on to autumn leaves will fall a bit sooner, this year when seasons end and friendships collapse Something ends, some things begin footsteps trek over a narrow track packed down earth, tearing grass milestones to mark a desired path so when you go on that trip what could very well be forever listen to the rythm of the air the sweet sounds of the bugle autumn leaves will fall a bit sooner, year after year when seasons end and friendships collapse and if theres a big day coming well i cant wait if theres a big day coming we'll both be there

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released May 22, 2020

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