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Meet My Ghosts

by David Schaak

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1.
Honey Pot 03:08
Buy and sell the world, from a golden penthouse. While your forked tongue, tastes a silver spoon. Born into a name, but are you livin’? Sixty-five floors high, buried in your tomb. You’ve got your hand stuck in the honey pot, Full of power and gold. Sneerin’ at the world through your rich man eyes. You’ve got your hand stuck in the honey pot, Set in your ways. Because you’re still chasing the money not, the soul. All the yes men, you pay for yesin’. Keep on buzzin’, while their palms are green. You say you speak for everyman, but who’s listenin’? When you can drop a dime, and buy a beauty queen. You’ve got your hand stuck in the honey pot, Full of power and gold. Sneerin’ at the world through your rich man eyes. You’ve got your hand stuck in the honey pot, Set in your ways. Because you’re still chasing the money not, the soul. You’ve got your hand stuck in the honey pot, Full of power and gold. Sneerin’ at the world through your rich man eyes. You’ve got your hand stuck in the honey pot, Set in your ways. Because you’re still chasing the money not, the soul. You’ve got your hand stuck in the honey pot. Hand stuck in the honey pot. Hand stuck in the honey pot. ‘Cause you’re still chasing the money not, the soul.
2.
Long Shower 03:22
You put on that old, brave face. The one you made up years ago. So you could float with grace, Instead of sinking with this undertow. While the world lets forth, And runs to you with bleary eyes. But will you let slip, The fragile mind you hide inside. Cause’ your turn to crumble has arrived. Who’s looking out for this surprise? Will you abandon your disguise? Or will you take a long shower, So the world can’t hear you cry. Night in, day out. Holding hair back, flipping frowns. That’s who they see, When you pick another off the ground. But who lifts you? Who hears the bell and gets the door? When it rings at night, And all we know is known no more. Cause’ your turn to crumble has arrived. Who’s looking out for this surprise? Will you abandon your disguise? Or will you take a long shower, So the world can’t hear you cry. Cause’ your turn to crumble has arrived. Who’s looking out for this surprise? Will you abandon your disguise? Or will you take a long shower, So the world can’t hear you cry. Hear you cry. Hear you cry.
3.
Tired of running and getting found. Sent the monkey away but now he’s back in town. So quick from highs to let-me-downs. We’re gonna lose what’s not battened down. Used to see the world through what we had. But this see-through love never stood a chance. So we lie, rug-up and pretend. This final heartbreak was our intent. Lost, alone and lonesome. Fallen for the cracks and not the heart. Lost, alone and lonesome. When you’re finished, can I keep the broken part? Is this a typhoon or hurricane? Stuck here in the middle it feels all the same. Seen it all before, not shifting blame. Holding onto nothing’s my claim to fame Lost, alone and lonesome. Fallen for the cracks and not the heart. Lost, alone and lonesome. When you’re finished, can I keep the broken part? Weather-beaten whether I’m alone, Or walking hand-in-hand with the unknown. So we end, drifting on our own. Leave another hand to cast the stone. Lost, alone and lonesome. Fallen for the cracks and not the heart. Lost, alone and lonesome. When you’re finished, can I keep the broken part? Lost, alone and lonesome. Lost, alone and lonesome. Lost, alone and lonesome. Lost, alone and lonesome.
4.
Runaway 03:50
See the girl. She looks so peaceful spinning in the stars. Her spotlight leads the way and lights the dark. It’s been five years since she’s changed her repertoire. Big top star. Once a day. And twice for every weekend matinee. She wears her smile, high above the stage. Back in her trailer trunk, she packs it all away. Returns to grey. How to escape a life of song and dance. Where a thousand eyes don’t give a second glance. Exchange her sequin for their normal day. From a circus, can you run away? There’s a place. Where they can see the lines of distance in her face. And she rides the wave but waits to be replaced. One final curtain call then leaves without a trace. Her coup-de-grace. How to escape a life of song and dance. Where a thousand eyes don’t give a second glance. Exchange her sequin for their normal day. From a circus, can you run away? Where she stands. A past behind no longer in demand. Now she sees everybody’s drowning here first-hand. Because their normal day will never go to plan. Just quicksand. Tried to escape her life of song and dance Where a thousand eyes don’t give a second glance. Discovered sequin is their normal day. It’s a circus and you can’t run away. It’s a circus and you can’t run away. It’s a circus and you can’t run away.
5.
Ghosts 04:20
Morning rays to burn the bleary eyes. Is this day worth fighting though? You might not see the weary shadow man, But he’s brought me something new. Whispers through phones between a pane of glass. With outstretched hands we try and feel. Sleeping alone is not a choice to make, Just a sentence, no appeal. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts, and me. Older’s not wiser to a broken one. Happy Birthday, demon friends. Blow the candles little broken one. And wish to see how this thing ends. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts, and me. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts, and me. Another feature almost over. Down a bottle fade to black. Rolling credits on the shadow man. Out of time to take things back. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts, and me. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts. Meet my ghosts, and me.
6.
Andy 04:35
Andy smiles when he greets you. He wears a blue shirt and name badge. It says ‘Hi, my name is Andrew’. He gets to work on time. Fills prescriptions up ’til nine. Says his yes sir, yes sir, no sirs. Diazepam to cloud the rain. A little something for their pain. Whatever gets ’em though the day. If they could only see the faces, Illuminated by the stages, That he dreams of patiently. ‘Cause Andy also works the weekend, Armed with his band's itinerary. Prescribing song with his dad’s old Telecaster. Strikes a chord, releasing misery. Six strings on fire ‘till ten. In fifteen he’s back again. Final call he leaves the stage. Back to the motel or the car. The misery doesn’t get him far, Just back to work on Monday. For another week of dealing, Just from a counter, legally. The real high is his dad’s old Telecaster. Hits the strings and it sounds like misery. Another bar, another sermon, For all the drunks that paid to see. Andy’s truth and his dad’s old Telecaster. Turns it up and it’s preachin’ misery. Andy’s dreaming all he can, But he’s back where he began. Singing yes sir, yes sir, no sir. Weekend’s gone before it came. Feeds the misery just the same. Whatever gets him through the day.
7.
Coming Home 03:48
I haven’t seen you, For a month and a day, the road keeps us away. But I’m lookin’ to greet you, Feelin’ sparks again, a simple matter of when. Could these wheels learn to turn for the better? Or will this absence return a dead letter? I’m coming home, so I hope you remember. Hearts may break, arms may tire, But just know. You can fill up my I heart, jump in my arms, And let’s go. Fill up my heart, jump in my arms, And just go. Fill up my heart, jump in my arms, And just go. Sights are shifting, All the hours are spent, another race to the end. Eyes are drifting, Still one on the road, while the other’s alone. Could these wheels learn to turn for the better? Or will this absence return a dead letter? I’m coming home, so I hope you remember. Hearts may break, arms may tire, But just know. You can fill up my I heart, jump in my arms, And let’s go. Fill up my heart, jump in my arms, And just go. Fill up my heart, jump in my arms, And just go. Could these tears learn to burn for the better? If we don’t follow our road to the letter. I’m coming home, so I hope you remember. Hearts may break, arms may tire, But just know. You can fill up my I heart, jump in my arms, And let’s go. Fill up my heart, jump in my arms, And just go. Fill up my heart, jump in my arms, And just go. I haven’t seen you, For a month and a day, the road keeps us away.
8.
Why are your eyes so blind? How do you feel inside? How do you face yourself in the mirror every day? With your eyes so blind. Why don’t you stand so tall? Why don’t you stand at all? How do you wipe the tears of the broken ones? When you don’t stand so tall? You can’t open up your eyes too wide, Or stand too high before you fall. I’m hoping for a little less, of nothing at all. Why don’t you scream and shout? Why are you holding out? Why don’t you amplify the cries of the silent ones? When you can scream and shout? You can’t open up your eyes too wide, Or stand too high before you fall. I’m hoping for a little less, of nothing at all. You can’t use your voice to speak too loud. Or overflow the waterfall. Here’s hoping for a little less, of nothing at all. You can’t open up your eyes too wide, Or stand too high before you fall. I’m hoping for a little less, of nothing at all. I’m hoping for a little less. I’m hoping for a little less. I’m hoping for a little less, of nothing at all.
9.
Take a Shot 03:17
Locked and loaded, Chambered and filed. Those hollow threats all pointed at me. One itchy finger, Too many guns. All a different reason to end this now. So pull the trigger, Pull any trigger you want. Pull any trigger that you need. 'Cause I’m not bulletproof, I’m no superhero. But I’ll take a shot, to take a shot at your love. 'Cause I’m not bulletproof, I’m just target practice. But I’ll take a shot, to take a shot at your love. Full of truths, Spent magazines, In the heat of it all, we both lost count. Hand are shaking, Is your aim still true? I guess we’re both now finding out. So pull the trigger, Pull any trigger you want. Pull any trigger that you need. 'Cause I’m not bulletproof, I’m no superhero. But I’ll take a shot, to take a shot at your love. 'Cause I’m not bulletproof, I’m just target practice. But I’ll take a shot, to take a shot at your love. So pull the trigger, Pull any trigger you want. Pull all the triggers that you need. 'Cause this is nothing new, Ain't no silver bullet. But I’ll take a shot, to take a shot at your love. This might be deja vu, Or a starter's pistol. But I'll take a shot, to take a shot. Take a shot, to take a shot. Take a shot, to take a shot at your love.
10.
Do you think alone? About too much. Can they see right through the party and the flair? Do you think they talk? If they only knew. The dirty little secret you’d never share. What if I’m the only one who didn’t care? What if I’m the only one who didn’t stare? What if I’m the only one. What if I’m the only one. What if I’m the only one who didn’t care? You didn’t need a flame, When you burnt it down. Tryin’ to hide your world of disrepair. Could you take it all? Could you take it back? Is it too late now there’s heartache in the air. What if I’m the only one who didn’t care? What if I’m the only one who didn’t stare? What if I’m the only one. What if I’m the only one. What if I’m the only one who didn’t care? Do you think alone? Did you burn it down? Have you worn right through a life of wear and tear? What if I’m the only one who didn’t care? What if I’m the only one who didn’t stare? What if I’m the only one. What if I’m the only one. What if I’m the only one who didn’t care?
11.
Look at my face, here in my eyes. Do you see a man in comfort where he stands? Not alone. But drifting off to sleep another day, away. This time wide eyes steal another glance. And see. A vision of a restless side of life, debris. No way to navigate this change in point-of-view, No one else sees. A mountain with a precipice to stand. A leap without a plan. There's no feathers where we land, set me free. I’m leavin’ my bed behind. Been making it for years. Leavin’ my bed behind. Where comfort hides from fear. Now it’s here. Will I float away, or will I swim to sea? There’s no need for a castle in the stars, for all to see. But will you see a different man? Alone without demand. Is there comfort in the task of being me? I’m leavin’ my bed behind. Been making it for years. Leavin’ my bed behind. Where comfort hides from fear. Now it’s here. Leavin’ my bed behind. Leavin’ my bed behind.

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This debut, full length, album was written and recorded in both Brisbane and Melbourne. It features some of my favourite musicians – people who I'm very lucky to also call friends.

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released November 27, 2020

Written by David Schaak
Produced by Lee Griffin
Engineered by Jason Millhouse

Lead Vocals / Guitar: David Schaak
Bass / Guitar / Vocals / Banjo: Lee Griffin
Vocals: Jen Mize
Drums / Percussion: Marty Smith
Hammond / Wurlitzer: Brendan McMahon
Piano: Audrey Schaak

Recording:
Jason Millhouse, Recordworks, Brisbane.
Additional recording:
Brooke Penrose, Captain B, Melbourne.
Mixing and mastering: Jason Millhouse

Cover photography: Lis Harvey

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David Schaak Brisbane, Australia

“I love it when music can boil down to the basics. Raw, gritty and full of heart this song comes from the darker reaches of the heart.”
- Nkechi Anele, Triple J

David Schaak loves nothing more than great lyrics, loud guitars and old technology. His music captures the Southern Rock spirit; simple songs about the human condition, played by a good old rock and roll band.
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