Haunted House

by Chalk

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    releases 31 October 2014

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1.
2.
Hallways
3.
Car Song
4.
Stunt Doubles
5.
Imani
6.
Our Kansas Life
7.
04:24
8.
(Asleep)
9.
Power Blue
10.
11.
Haunted House (Part 2)

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releases 31 October 2014

Chalk is
Michael Voller - Vocals, Guitar
Anthony Casey - Guitars, Vocals
Jake Schemm - Bass, Vocals
Forrest Fritz-Storhaug - Drums

Featuring
Shea Bartel - Saxophone on tracks 9 & 11

All songs written by Chalk except track 2
which was compiled by Zach Thayer

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Track Name: Invisible Lines
How can I get you to go
When you're in my bones
And your ghost still haunts my home
Am I better off alone?
Then how can I get you to stay
Long after you've gone away
And you're never return
To the bridges I have burned
And your ghost still haunts my home
Am I better off alone?

Invisible lines
Are the easiest kind
To cross and cross again
When you can't see where they end
You're visibly kind
In sight but out of mind
Out of feeling, out of heart
Or so they say

There's no need to put that face on
For another pointless face off
While you're here let's face it
You've found an apt replacement
You say I should be fine
And this happens all the time
And I should take that time
To clear my troubled mind
Take a day, take two
Take three, take a goddamned eternity

Hate me all the way to infinity
Take me a goddamned eternity

Do you remember when
You walked across the eggshells
Holding your breath
Just to tell me oh well
Do you remember then
Now we're both in hell
Holding our breath
We're screaming for help
Track Name: Lake Sedge
Will you feed my lines?
Tongue tied I ate my words for breakfast
Eyes closed no direction
Would you kindly show me to the exit?

I’ve been getting so tired
From sleeping in the daytime
Then pulling long nights
Planning out my short sights

Pockets full of lake sedge
From trailing on the river’s edge
Ask me how I’m feeling
Been counting dots on the ceiling

But now they have letters for
Numbers they don’t have numbers for
Top buttons to scratch floors
Eager eyes to open Drawers

Yeah it’s been hard to speak
With my tongue in my cheek
I promise I won’t hurt you
It just might take some work to
Build an understanding
On foundations of poor planning
I found the ratio I’ll play it safe
But It’s too late to lay in wait

And I could lay another brick
On walls that grow so thick
Just to paint them with your shadow
Cast out from a spiral … but
Who can tell us who your favorite mathematician is
Let’s find out where an ancient mathematician lives
Let’s hope what he says
Isn’t too complex

If the numbers are real
Then it’s all been determined
Why do I feel
So uncertain
[Door’s always open
Been steady hoping you’d stop by]
The quicker you spread ‘em
The sooner you forget ‘em
The further you spread ‘em
The faster you’ll regret ‘em
Track Name: Haunted House (Part 1)
Off on a brighter night
Often these slider lights
Don't hide our spider bites
Can't get my body right

You'll put some music on
but all of the songs are wrong
None of the ceilings gone
I need to take a nap

But I am confident
That you'll be my confidant
When I lose confidence
I'll break my promises

We were hanging out
We were down and out
a sinking ship

and I held my tongue
and I bit my lip
but I won't let you slip

Got your wits about (you)
Swallow all your doubts soon
a haunted house

and I clasped my hands
and I stood my stand
I just followed the plan

Pushed to the party again
Why would you do that?
Tell all your funniest jokes
Make them all laugh

Sad in your house again
Who would do that?
Dash all your fondest hopes
Make yourself cry

And all the architects
Would sooner hang their necks
Then cash an empty check
Out on a beat up wreck

Can't handle the going trope
Become a misanthrope
Cut all the easy ropes
Turn in your broken bones

Making sense of a mess
Pulls back the innocence
Apply a field of stress
Plan for a button press

And all the vacant spots
Remind you of their haircuts
The nostalgic rot
It fills up gut

And if I had a heart
Maybe I'd feel it
But the new robot's
More idealistic

And the funniest joke
As her transistors smoke
is the emptiness
Of which his sister spoke

Take a look offshore
It's all around you
Thought you ran away
The city found you

And all the vacant spots
Remind you of her haircut
The nostalgic rot
It spills from my gut

And if I had a heart
Maybe I'd feel it
But the new robot's
More realistic

And the funniest joke
With my resistors broke
it's the emptiness
with which that mister spoke

Try to look for more
It's all around you
Thought you ran away
This house found you

I had to lose my dreams
I had to wake up
I nearly lost my mind
Now my mind's made up

I had to live with them
I had to stay up
I had to give to them
Gave up my sweatshirt

I had to lose my dreams
I had to wake up
I nearly lost my mind
Now my mind's made up