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Ends and Means

Rumor Of War

I'll admit sometimes
I see the shattered starless city sky
The satellite 
Of hope, it just passed by
So I walk to the hall is is dark and wide
Narrow's the door to light

And I don't care
These strange faces see me inside the rain
No coat, no pain 
I'm not the same

Grass in pavement cracks
After long tempest days that are brisk and black
And I'm taken back

And I don't care
These strange faces see me inside the rain
No coat, no pain 
I'm not the same

Gloomy clouds and broken lights
Hear the echos of the endless night
Crooked streets and crooked laughs
Rings my brass bell and it takes me back
They went north then all went south
But I don't care cause I feel better now
Half-drunk pints in filthy dives from drawn-out nights
Those good 'ol tremored times
I'm not the same

I'm Not The Same

62 mi (outer space)

They tell you to run but they’re never gonna watch you at the race

It seems they all just think the same

They’ll tell you to jump but won’t catch you when you fall straight down

They’re laughing in your face

But you’ll never walk away

Shoulda coulda woulda but you’re never going back oh no

You probably got caught in the hometown binding

Shoulda coulda woulda but you’re never going back oh no

Oh no!

‘Cause that’s just not the way mom taught me

You’re screaming out

Oh one of these days

One of these supernova breaks gonna come way

You're working hard overtime just to make a living wage

Got noose around your neck and your pride inside a cage

But they’re never gonna listen

Won't you quit your bitchin'

Leave the keys upon the table and get back inside that kitchen

‘Cause this home is where you’ll stay

And you’ll never walk away

Shoulda coulda woulda but you’re never going back oh no

You probably got caught in the hometown binding

Shoulda coulda woulda but you’re never going back oh no

Oh no!

‘Cause that’s just not the way mom taught me

Shoulda coulda woulda but you’re never going back oh

Tell them all get lost and now you’re back on the right track oh

Shoulda coulda woulda but you’re never going back oh

Tell them all get lost

Now you’re back on the right track yeah yeah

Seasons of Disaster (EP)

Bumtowne USA

Bumtowne USA - (Deep Six - "Seasons of Disaster" EP)

Come On...

I live in a shoe

Time

Watch the Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOefrJUY3MU

"Ghost to Ghost, Vol. 2" is genre-less while tipping its cap to hip-hop, psychedelic alt, and soul. "Vol. 2" represents the skeletons in everyone’s closet, a theme that Murdock and the Ghost Family vulnerably touch on throughout the record by confronting topics like death and mental health.

"Vol. 2" speaks to those who feel misunderstood and invites us to see our monsters as angels in disguise. It’s the perfect anthem for the current societal climate by encouraging people to keep moving forward despite the amplified confusion and fear of the unknown.

"Ghost to Ghost, Vol. 2" embodies a whole new sound embedded with Venice Beach vibes, and musical touches reminiscent of The Beach Boys, Frank Ocean, The Mamas and the Papas, The Neville Brothers and genres in between. "Ghost to Ghost, Vol. 2" was co-produced and mixed by Brooklyn native experimental pop/electronic artist Prospect Lux.

The Ghost to Ghost project is an ever evolving collaboration that was spawned out of the rugged need to create. An offering for the people by the people, seeking to deepen, empower, and uplift.

Cover art by Davi Escobar

Written and performed by Zachary Murdock and Kevin Joseph

Produced by Kevin Joseph, Beats by Ghostwriter, Joshua Morales and Prospect Lux

Featuring Wiill, Joshua Morales and Ruby Modine

Live drums by Matty Moose

Horns and Flute by Adam Chavira

Executive produced by Prospect Lux

Mastered by Twinjo NYC

Visions by Matthew Watkins

Island

Produced by Marcus Smiley
Mixed by Marcus Smiley

Walls

Give yourself a chance
Let yourself win
It's time you begin
To live
In your skin

Give yourself a chance
Give yourself a chance

It may have been tough
Before
But today
Will change
When you head out the door

Follow your heart
Follow your dreams
Follow your passion
It's not a lot
So it seems

Give yourself a chance
Give yourself a chance

If you know that you'll be fine
Give yourself permission
It is time
It is time

Accept
Who you are
Accept your ways
Nobody is perfect
You should not be afraid

Give yourself a chance
Give yourself a chance

If you know that you'll be fine
Give yourself permission
It is time
It is time

It is time
Who you are
Accept your ways
Nobody is perfect
You should not be afraid

Give yourself a chance
Give yourself a chance

Give yourself a chance
Give yourself a chance

Give yourself a chance
Give yourself a chance

Give Yourself a Chance (Radio Mix)

Burnley rain. October grey.
Billy Hamilton stares at his cold chips, steam on the café glass, thinking:
"Thursday, 1 July 1982… Madrid… sunny, sweaty, glorious." 🌞

He scored five goals for Northern Ireland his entire career — FIVE —
but two of them came in one mad afternoon against Austria.
Two goals so big, he’s basically been living inside them ever since.

This song?
It’s not just music.
It’s a jangle-pop time machine with post-punk legs,
taking you straight back to that day when Belfast roared,
Austria fell, and Billy’s socks smelled like destiny.

🎸 Expect:
• Jangle guitars looping like Billy’s goal replays 🎶
• Post-punk basslines sweating under the Madrid sun 🥁
• A chorus louder than 10,000 Belfast fans with sunburns yelling:

“NORTHERN IRELAND! NORTHERN IRELAND!”

And yes, Billy had plans:
Not an Irish pub.
A Northern Irish pub.
In Vienna. Or Graz. With Belfast stout on tap,
where every jukebox is stuck on track one: “Billy Hamilton 2 – Austria 2 (in his dreams)”. 🍺

Press play.
Feel the heat.
Taste the stout.
And join Billy whispering to an empty room:
"Austria… I’ll be back for you…”

Lyrics:

Burnley rain, October grey,
Billy’s chips are cold on the tray,
Steam on the glass, the paper’s thin,
Spain ‘82 keeps pulling him in.

Madrid heat, the crowd, the noise,
Two little goals for the Belfast boys,
Only five in green his whole career,
But these two shine, sharp and clear.

Every night, the same old frame,
A Spanish pitch, the Irish name,
Austria falling, the dream alive,
For ninety minutes — Belfast survived…

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Five little goals in a lifetime long,
But two still sing like an old terrace song,
He sees the bar, the polished wood,
A Northern Irish pub where the pints taste good.

Not Dublin whiskey, not London gin,
Belfast stout where the dreams begin,
Maybe Vienna, maybe Graz,
Billy laughs, tips his glass.

The lights fade, but the crowd’s still loud,
A thousand faces, a sea of proud,
Billy whispers to the empty room:
“Austria, I’ll be back for you…”

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Oh-oh-oh…
Billy boy, Billy boy,
Two goals to build a life on!

I live in a shoe

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