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Ghost in the Wallpaper
This song paints a haunting portrait of emotional absence and surreal memory. Set in a decaying domestic space, the narrator is surrounded by eerie remnants of a lost love—shoes in strange places, lipstick stains, and voices in machines. The lyrics blend poetic melancholy with cryptic imagery, evoking a sense of psychological unraveling. The chorus likens love to a “phantom limb,” something once vital now painfully missing. With its quiet-loud-quiet structure and fragmented storytelling, the song captures the tension between longing and madness, memory and reality. It’s a sonic ghost story wrapped in distorted guitars and whispered regrets.

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Lyrics 

[Intro – Ambient build]  
[Soft piano echoes, distant vinyl crackle, heartbeat-like kick]

[Verse 1 – intimate, breathy vocals]  
She left her shoes in the microwave,  
Her laugh still lives in the static haze.  
The ceiling drips with yesterday,  
I sleep beneath her echo’s weight.

[Pre-Chorus – rising tension]  
I trace her name in the frost on glass,  
Time rewinds but never lasts...

[Chorus – cinematic burst]  
Love is a phantom limb—  
Twitching in the wind.  
I scream into the floor,  
But love don’t live here anymore.

[Instrumental 1 – orchestral swell + distorted guitar]  
[Strings rise, guitar bends like memory warping]

[Verse 2 – falsetto + layered harmonies]  
The fridge hums like a lullaby,  
I talk to shadows passing by.  
Her lipstick stains the bathroom sink,  
I drink her name, I drink, I sink.

[Bridge – glitchy, fragmented]  
She’s a flicker in the TV snow,  
A whisper in the undertow.  
I built a shrine from broken phones,  
But all I hear are dial tones.

[Instrumental 2 – glitch-pop interlude]  
[Stuttered beats, reversed pads, ghostly vocal chops]

[Verse 3 – spoken word + ambient pads]  
Her voice spins in the washing machine,  
Curtains twitch when I say her name.  
This house plays a haunted game,  
And I’m the only one left to lose.

[Verse 4 – full band, emotional peak]  
She carved goodbye in a butter knife,  
Left fingerprints on my second life.  
I chase her shadow through the stereo,  
But all I get is vertigo.

[Chorus – final, cinematic crescendo]  
Love is a phantom limb—  
Twitching in the wind.  
I scream into the floor,  
But love don’t live here anymore.

[Outro – ambient fade]  
No more, no more, no more...  
Love don’t live here...  
Love don’t live here...  
Anymore...

[Hidden Track – lo-fi tape loop]  
[Whispers of the chorus, detuned piano, fading heartbeat]
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© Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf / MOBest  
All rights reserved. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is prohibited.


Ghost in the Wallpaper

How Are You?

I plan on releasing this officially in a few weeks. However, I've been sitting on this (and a lot of other music) for a while and I NEED to start putting music out. So I hope you enjoy this Early Preview of FM/AM :)

88.3 FM The Garage [1:51 p.m.]

don’t call me when you’re lonely

It’s tender, ethereal, and comforting — like a whispered embrace in the dark.

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