Look on the Bright Side - Vintage Ghosty Boy

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about

Old-school vintage Ghosty record from way back in the day.

Drums sound like old tin cans, cheap-ass fuzz-box guitars and a much younger Ghosty trying to figure out how to make a record in my basement. Punk-rock D.I.Y shit.

I actually still kinda dig this album, though.

Whatever, you've been warned.

-g-

credits

released April 20, 2008

Induced by Ghosty Boy
Fixed by Eric Hogg

Engineered by Judson Mackay and Ghosty Boy
Additional Engineering by Justin Baglo and Sean Herbert-Walker
Mixed and mastered by Eric Hogg
Photography by Justin Baglo
Artwork by Soobus
Layout by Dante and Ghosty

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Track Name: Look on the Bright Side
Look on the Bright Side

Money grubbing yuppie fucking slime
You're the reason mommy had her tubes tied
She knew you'd be a cunt because she was
But the operation botched
And now you live

I don't hate anyone but
I'll make an exception cause
You're the worst fucking scum I've seen

The world's worse for everyone cause
You weren't an abortion but
Look on the bright side
You're gonna die

Irritating worthless piece of shit
You owe all of your species and apology
Say you're sincerely sorry you exist
Then go kill yourself
And maybe we might forgive you
But probably not

I don't hate anyone but
I'll make an exception cause
You're the worst fucking scum I've seen

The world's worse for everyone cause
You weren't an abortion but
Look on the bright side
You're gonna die

You really broke the mold you moldy prick
You're ugly dumb and mean
And Jesus hates you

Go fuck yourself in hell
Yeah, suck my dick
It's more than you deserve
But hey,
You know that I'm a nice guy
Track Name: Opinion
Opinion

Everyone's got their own opinion

I have got the right
to say my thing

I have got the right
to speak my mind

And I've got the right
to see my own reality

And I've got the right
to be blind

I try to keep an open mind
And listen
to the people in the world around me
But I can't get a handle
on your ludicrous ideals
or your cockamamie philosophy

Everyone's got their own opinion
But your opinion is wrong

I'm glad to have a set of individual character traits
that compose this particular freak that you see
And everybody with a mind knows that
it don't mean you're in the right
Just because you're in the majority

But you have got the right
to say whatever you feel like

You have got the right
to say whatever you want

Freedom of speech
Yeah freedom of expression dictate
that you have got the right
to remain wrong

Everyone's got their own opinion
But your opinion is wrong

Your opinion is wrong
Track Name: $ell-Out $ong
$ell-Out $ong

When I was younger
I thought it'd be fun
to start my own rock and roll band

We'd make killer music
And use it to better the world...

...at least that was the plan

But we learned really quickly
How hurting and sickly
the industry can be, man

My van broke
My amp broke
And I was broke too

The only thing that didn't break was the band
(That's too bad)

Now we're tired
of eating Kraft dinner and Cheezies
And being broke all the time

So we stopped playing music
that comes from the heart
And started playing music with no spine

This is the Sell-out Song

Money is the root of all evil
So let me help you out
And take it off your hands

I'm keeping it real
But dude
I need a deal
Cause I gotta put some work up into my van

Can't make a decent living
cause people like Gene Simmons
ruined music for everyone

I don't care what you know
Just give me a Juno
Cause Shania Twain's got twenty-six
And she sucks dicks

This is the Sell-Out song
We're only in it for the money
Money Money Money

This is a love song
You love me
So give me your money
Cause you know that selling out ain't wrong

So come on everyone,
Let's sell out!
Track Name: Hollywood
Hollywood

Hey man
Did you get your name in lights
Hey man
Did you get your face on film
Did you manage to make it
to the top?
And could you pay the bills?

Hey man
Did you hit the hottest clubs?
Were you number one?
Were you V.I.P.?
Did you duplicate your paper face on a magazine?

And did you ever make the big league?
The other side of the silver screen?
Was it what it seemed?
Was it everything you dreamed?
Was it better than the real thing?

Did you do it for the money and the fame?
Put on a fake and play the game
Did it let you forget who you are?
And did you get to be a star?

All the pretty people
want to make it big
In Hollywood

I'm gonna make it big
I'm gonna be a king
In Hollywood

Hey man
What exactly do you want?
Did you want to party every night?
Did you want to fuck supermodel sluts
two at a time?
Did you want a big house
and a limousine?
Get rich and be loved by everyone
Or did you just want everything?
Did you want it all?


And did you ever play the big league?
The other side of the silver screen?
Was it what it seemed?
Was it everything you dreamed?
Was it better than the real thing?

Did you do it for the money and the fame?
Put on a fake and play the game
Did it let you forget who you are?
Did you get to be a star?

I'm gonna make it big
I'm gonna go so far
Track Name: Face in the Glass
Face in the Glass

Hi!
My name is Dave
and I'm an alcoholic
Dry for four months
Since July

And I've been to hell
and back
Had three heart attacks
Two kids
and one ex-wife

And I'm down on my luck
My credit fucking sucks
Yes I'm just an average schmuck

And I make minimum wage
Gamble it away
But I got something to say

I came here today
to tell you that I know
what you're going through

And I came here to say
that I know what I have to do

Shatter my face in the glass and erase it
It's not what I wanted to be

Pick up the pieces
there's blood on my fingers
the pain reminds me that I'm real

Hi!
My name is Betty
I was raped when I was 9
The same year my mother died

And I've got no one I can trust
Grew up with just me, my self hatred and I

And I'm cruising on the strip
Looking for a trick
To turn into my fix

And I'm so fucking stressed
Everything's a mess

Everything's a mess

But I came here today
to tell you that I know
what you're going through

And I came here to say
that I know what I have to do

Pick up this old photograph and I paint it
It's not what I wanted to be

Fix up the face
Paint it black
Because I hate this
This twisted reflection of me

Shatter my face in the glass and erase it
It's not what I wanted to be

Scattered
The shards on the floor staring back
are a twisted reflection of me

Pasting them back into place

Now the face in the mirror
Is someone who looks
just a little
like me

The pain reminds me
The pain reminds me that I'm real

Lyrics by Ghosty Boy
Track Name: Poker Face
Poker Face

Tip-toe
through the back door
of your scandalous alibi
Because I don't believe what I'm hearing
Guess I'll just have to step inside

What's behind the curtain?
Yes I'll just have to drop a hint
But you're stone cold
Stoic
Don't tense a muscle
Drop your eyes
or even flinch

So I poke a hole in your disguise
and I watch the lies start dripping

And I'm stunned and shocked
and hypnotized
when I realize
That this is bullshit
Deception, fraudulent, fake

Where do you work, girl?
How much do you make?
And is it worth it?

(Cuz if it ain't....)

Are you thinking about what you've done
Are you about to lose it?
I bet you'd like someone to notice
I bet you'd like someone to care

It's serendipity
Ha ha ha, you're fucking stupid
And we keep moving on, moving along
but you're not there

Now you could never tip-toe now could you?
No, subtlety is not your forte
But somehow you hustled us all
with a grin
On an immaculate poker face

So I blow a hole in your disguise
and I watch the lies start gushing

And I'm sick
I can't believe my eyes
when I realize
How much is bullshit
Deception
Fraudulant
Fake

Where do you work girl, how much do you make???
And is it worth it?

(What's at stake?)

Are you thinking about what you've done?
Are you about to lose it?
I bet you'd like someone to love you
I bet you'd like someone to care
It's serendipity
Ha ha ha, you're fucking stupid
And we keep moving on, moving along
but you're not there

Things have been about the same
since you've been gone
And they get better every day
that you're not here

And now that I know where you've been
I can guess
what you'll become

And it ain't pretty

And I don't care

I really hope you had fun fun fun!
You fucking loser

I bet you're just about ready to die
I bet you'd like someone to intervene...

...go on and get your gun
and just fucking do it

Because there ain't nobody left to love you
There ain't nobody left to care

There ain't nobody left to love you
There ain't nobody left to care
Nobody left to love you
Nobody left to care

No one
will ever
love you

So just take your fucking fee
and disappear
Track Name: Bloody Knuckles
Bloody Knuckles

Disillusioned and spinning
Twisting in the vacuum
Back to the begriming
Lost and found

Eating at your sickness
Swallowing the infection
Coming back
to witness the second round

Cause I been broken and wounded
But I got back up
And I got spit on and beaten
and knocked back down

So get up
Suck it up
Suck it

Sometimes you just gotta be better
at something
then someone else

Now I'm here to show you
I am here to show you how
Now I'm here to show you how it's done

Left to my devices
Left to rot away
Wrong to think this prejudice would fade

And I'm right
to play the tyrant
And I'm left to write the play
And I'm wrong to think that I'm right anyway

bloodyknucklesbloodyknucklesbloodyknuckles

Lyrics by Ghosty Boy
Track Name: twenty-something (Yay!)
twenty-something (YAY!)

I'm in a happy place
I'm whistling away
I'm on my way on up

You're stabbing my balloon
and shitting on my buzz
so buddy just shut up

And everything is going A-okay
Yeah, it's all sunshine
and happy faces with big fat smiles
as if to say that I'm fine

Well it's that kind of day
I'm whistling away
I'm twenty-something (Yay!)
I want to amputate my fucking head
and then I'm gonna die laughing
at the look on your face

And everything is just peachy keen
Yeah I'm humming a tune
and I'm clicking my heels
and I wanna tell the world that I'm feeling fine

And everything is going A-okay
Yes it's all sunshine
with no trace of rain
And I just checked in to say "Have a nice day!"
Cause I'm fine

And everything is going A-okay
Yes I'm feeling great
It's a lovely day
So just get the fuck out of my face
Cause I'm fine

And everything is perfectly alright
It's all daffodils
and valentines
and Christmas lights
and I hope you die
Cause I'm fine

I'm fine.
Track Name: Billy and Wendy
Billy worked the coal mine
Spent his whole life underground
His daddy works in porno now that mommy's not around

Wendy was a hooker
Sucking cocaine up her nose
When she was young
A carnie beat her with a rubber hose

Now my head is on fire
and I dance for you
Like a flapjack in the breeze
I'm a werewolf and I'll bark at you
Like a flapjack in the breeze

Billy was about to bite the bullet
Kick the bucket and spread the wealth

Lick my balls and suck my ass
and go fuck yourself

Now Billy's kicking back
and selling rock
to all the neighborhood kids

And Wendy's getting molested by Elvis
in this dream I had last night
So someone make me some coleslaw
Rub my feet
and treat me good

Put down that cowboy hat
and stop acting like a retard

Now my head is on fire and I dance for you
Like a flapjack in the breeze
You better not unplug my gameboy
Like a flapjack in the breeze
Yeah I'm about to bite the bullet
Kick the bucket and spread the wealth
So lick my balls
And suck my ass
And go fuck yourself

Don't unplug my friggin gameboy
You stupid bastard
Go fuck yourself