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I got away - I dodged it
I'm buried deep in the woods
I found a match and bombed it
Set every surface on fire
'Cause it's the bright I desire
It never gets dark in my forest
I'm spending all my time
Collecting things to burn in my
Forest fire
It's never gonna stop
From burning way too hot
Unless it burns out over time
Safe and soundly
I'll walk away from the ash
And light up as soon as I can
I'll never get it a spark if it's wet
I'm spending all my time
Trying to make the spark ignite
My forest fire
But I can never win
Don't know where to begin
Running out of things that
Are dry enough to catch on fire
You can want it to
All you want if you
Want it to, you can
All you want if you
Really want it to
‘Cause you can if you want
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Runnin’ around, holdin’ on to your head
Coddling it like a child
No quiet for this brain
So you swipe until the pain is… gone
But it’s never really… gone
Hunchin’ over, all alone in your bed
Left to your only device
The horizontal neck isn’t going to
Make itself erect
No, you’ll need an army to amputate it
You’re living your best life,
The blue glowing light redeems you
Feeds you, numbs you
It’s counting sheep
Here & now is holdin’ on by a thread
Plucking you out of your life
This cherry-picked reality
Has shrunken your humanity
And ruined your chances of standing at attention
You’re living your best life,
The blue glowing light redeems you
Feeds you, numbs you
You are legally blind
The blue glowing light has changed you
Claimed you, chained you
It’s counting you as sheep
Turn it off
Put it down
You’ll miss this
You’ll miss out
Turn it off
Turn me on
Flesh and blood
Here and now
Turn it off
Put it down
You’ll miss this
You’ll miss out
Turn it off
Turn me on
Flesh and blood
Here and now
You’re missing your best life
The blue glowing light that fears you
Shears you, dumbs you
It’s counting you as
It’s counting you as
It’s counting you as
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My appetite seems to have left
I’ve been filling up on bread and now I’m full
And not too many punches miss
My eyes are black and swollen shut and I’m in bliss
I will already be there...
I never watch or read the news
‘Cause I can sit and sing the blues or have some fun
I never thought to tell someone
‘Cause I will already be there when it is done
You say you’ll kill yourself in jest
It’s a little too much risk for me to invest
Was there something that I missed
My eyes are black and swollen shut and I’m in bliss
There’s enough for me to share...
All of you
All of you just pawing at your yarn
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Fear takes its toll, takes control of the trigger finger
Ego takes hold, can’t leggo, pulls the trigger when the
Fear takes its toll, takes control of the trigger finger
Ego takes hold, can’t leggo, pulls the trigger
Nobody’s in charge, no one to blame
Just a different level of the same
The speeches only reach your ears
Just a bigger megaphone for your
Fear takes its toll, takes control of the trigger finger
Ego takes hold, can’t leggo, pulls the trigger
Your body’s alone with your brain
Cannot resist the need to drain
The swamp that’s leaking out your ears
Just another metaphor for
Your gut reactions and public tantrums
You’re puffin’ up when you should be backin’ down
You can’t relate to the ones that follow you
You risk it all with the words you throw around
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA
Hold me down, say goodnight
Tell me softly it’ll be alright
My finger’s shakin’
The fear has taken
Over my hands but
My people understand
Fear takes its toll, takes control of the trigger finger
Ego takes hold, can’t leggo, pulls the trigger
Somebody is not being polite
That same certain someone rules in spite
Of what we all know to be right
Just another bigot with a mic
My gut reaction is to subtract him
Just hit delete and go on my merry way
The less exposure, the less you get closer
I taped your mouth by not hearing what you say
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Your cold exterior
Has undermined all your burning blood as it
Tours your interior
So blind on its mission to blow you out of the
Water, inferior
To fire, unless something brings them together
And burns your exterior
To match what’s inside till you find yourself
About to blow your cover and soar
Fully transformed, I’m not who I was before
I don’t mind - I’ll stare till I go blind
Nothing like the view from out of sight
Blend with paper walls
I’ll change into something more comfortable to ignore
While you’re waiting for
The form you’re expecting
But haven’t prepared for the
Blow your lover has stored
Fully informed, you’re not who you were before
You don’t mind - You’ll take enough this time
Count the sighs - Count to three and close your eyes
I keep quiet, I keep dry
We don’t mind - We’ll fake to stay alive
Our device of torture feels so…
I don’t mind - I can take to the sky
Floating by, I’ll leave you high and dry
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Just barely here and now
My mind is out of bounds
The lights are on but no one’s
Home to take your mundane call
‘Cause I keep one foot on the ground
The other’s in the clouds
So say it loud enough so
I can hear you from the great
Beyond your control
Whatcha gonna do to get control?
I’ll fight you tooth and nail
Just back away
Hear what I have to say
‘Cause I’ve got lines makin’
Connections not in line with
What, you want some control?
How ya gonna cope without control
You fight an uphill battle
What’s so great about your blueprint?
(I see in all dimensions) (Update your blueprint, I propose)
I propose we throw it out and start all over
(Oh I propose we throw it out at start all over)
WHY - WHY NOT - A BLUEPRINT DESIGNED FOR MINDS LIKE MINE
WHY - WHY CAN’T - PEOPLE JUST LET ME LIVE HOW I
I WAS - DESIGNED - WITH A DIFFERENT BLUEPRINT IN MIND
Wanna play a game?
I’ll go hide and when I answer to my name
You’ll come find a world that wasn’t meant for you
Just like I wasn’t meant for yours
You’ve got no control
Whatcha gonna do to get control?
I’ll fight you tooth and nail
What’s so great about your blueprint?
(I see in all dimensions) (Update your blueprint, I propose)
I propose we throw it out and start all over
(Oh I propose we throw it out at start all over)
There - That’s better. Gotta love this view
You know you do.
Admit there’s room for more than one rule
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Mother oh mother, I just can't explain
Things all around me might drive me insane
Will you believe me? I know you will
Can you protect me? They're after me still.
Everywhere I go, I know that I'm not alone
Everything I see, is only for me.
Each and every night, I know they'll come into sight...
Mother oh mother I just have to ask
Why can I not be like all the rest?
They play so freely, they have no cares
And all the while, I have a secret to share..
They keep on callin’ me …
They keep on callin’ me Ghost Girl
They keep on callin’ me
They keep on followin’ me all around, wherever
I try to get away
The kids are callin’ me Ghost Girl
They keep on followin’ me and they will forever
Their bodies are underground
But their souls are hangin’ round
They got nowhere to go now
So they play with me
They know only I can see them
Nobody can believe what they cannot see themselves
They keep on callin’ me
They keep on callin’ me Ghost Girl
They keep on callin’ me
They keep on followin’ me all around wherever
I try to get away
The kids are callin’ me Ghost Girl
They keep on followin’ me when we’re not together
Mother, don’t leave me, I cannot be alone
I cannot recall when my life was just my own
These visions create incisions from an unknown source
Baffled and laughing, the doctors shake their heads
There’s no explanation, just accusations instead
But mother, she knows what to do
Sometimes she sees them too
But lately they haven’t seemed so harmless at all
Yes lately, lately they seem to claw at the walls
The dishes fly off of the shelves and shatter on the ground
The bookcase has been overturned, I cannot stand the sound
The TV flickers on and off and static fills the air
A foul stench that chokes your breath lingers everywhere
How's a girl to sleep at night with demons all around?
They encircle me and then my bed lifts off the ground
They suffocate me lacerate me across my naked flesh
They bite they scratch they burn and choke - Mother, what comes next?
They keep on callin’ me
They keep on callin’ me Ghost Girl
They keep on followin’ me all around wherever
I try to get away
The kids are callin’ me Ghost Girl
They keep on followin’ me and they will forever
Dying to share what I’ve seen, I open wide
My blood is the only hard evidence they find
The fame wasn’t able to slay or tame them
The talk shows didn’t lie
But mother is keeping her cool
Despite the torture at school
She must know that I’m going to make it out of this alive
She doesn’t mind ripping all of my wounds open wide
Mother oh mother, as years go by
I've learned to live with shadows at my side
I'll write you letters, I'll call every night
You don't have to worry, I'll be alright
I've been away now for a few years
They have not hurt me
Have I been cured?
But when I go home and mother is near
All my old visions haunt me anew
Mother oh mother, I'm starting to see
Who was behind what happened to me
What was a little girl meant to do, when
Mother the only demon was you
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released October 4, 2019
Leslie Hunt-Vocals
Andrew Lawrence-Keyboards
Jim Tashjian-Guitars, Vocals
Tim Seisser-Bass Guitar
Jonathan Schang-Drums & Percussion
Produced by District 97
Executive Producers: Pamela & Jeff Stroberg. Mark and Shirlee Owen, Mark Furst, Charles Snider/Strawberry Bricks, Brian Scheifley
Mixed by Marc Daniel Nelson
Mastered by Mike Pietrini
Artwork by Killusatrations
Photos by Tammy Vega
Photo Location: Harlan J. Berk Ltd., Chicago, IL
Basic Tracking at I.V. Lab Studios, engineered by Chris Harden
Overdubs at The Drake/Shirk Studios, engineered by Anthony Gravino
Additional overdubs by Greg Panciera, Jake Bronson, and Kevin Ford
Tim Seisser plays LowDown bass guitars
Jonathan Schang plays Tama Drums, Paiste Cymbals, Evans Drumheads, and Promark Drumsticks
Jonathan Schang is published by Schangathan Music (ASCAP)
Leslie Hunt is published by Written on the Face Music (BMI)
Jim Tashjian is published by jimpact smash music (ASCAP)
Tim Seisser is published by Tslice Songs BMI
Andrew Lawrence is published by ASCAP
Special thanks to Pamela & Jeff Stroberg, Anthony Gravino (sweet tambo on Trigger!), Chris Harden, Eric Holmquist, Dana Lipari’s First Grade Class at St. Thomas of Canterbury (great chants on Trigger!), Ed Clift, Cruise to the Edge, RoSfest, Progtoberfest/Reggies Rock Club, and all Kickstarter backers/Inside The Vault Club members!
This program is partially supported by a grant from the Illinois Arts Council Agency.
See tour dates, news, and join the Inside The Vault Club at
www.district97.net
For booking/other inquiries, contact Jonathan at info@district97.net.
