This is the very first single release from PriorGhost! 

Written, Performed, Produced by PriorGhost

Lyrics: 

Come back, baby
I don't want to be alone in my den
I crossed the river wide
The sun went down before I 
Had the chance to dry

I ran, ran so far this time
That's when I saw you standing there

You looked up
Our eyes met for the very first time
My hair stood on end
And it sent a shiver down your spine
You turned and left, and I ran

Come back, baby
I promise that I will do better this time
I've done everything, babe
I need a second to catch my breath

You ran, ran so far this time
I felt the pull on my legs
That twitch in my jaw
That's when I saw you standing there

You looked up
Our eyes met for the very first time
My hair stood on end
And it sent a shiver down your spine
You turned and left, and I ran

Dogs for Cereal

Biggs

I saw you through the window pane
I tried so hard to look away
I do the same thing every day, every day
Nothing ever changes
You burrowed in my head to consume me
You burrowed in my head, consuming

We don't get much sleep anymore
As I watch your back, watch your back
It's getting late, its getting late
your tucked in real tight
with your eyes wide open
why do you do that?

I push, I pull 
but I try and make it work for us
I'm not that old, but I'm packed full of wisdom
I'm not that old but I'm packed full of wisdom
Nothing ever changes, nothin ever changes
I saw you through the window pane
Its too late
I cant pretend that I don't need this

We don't get much sleep anymore
As I watch your back, watch your back
It's getting late, its getting late
your tucked in real tight
with your eyes wide open
why do you do that?

I've been waiting
I'll be waiting outside
Put it on the inside
I've been running on the outside

We don't get much sleep anymore
As I watch your back, watch your back
It's getting late, its getting late
your tucked in real tight
with your eyes wide open
why do you do that?

Biggs

On the surface, it sounds like it’s about a bad relationship. And in a way, it is. But the real story underneath is about struggle — the kind that happens quietly. Internally. On loop.

For me, that struggle was/is addiction. Two years sober but even now, there are days I still feel the pull — the voice that says, “Just one more time.”

But I know this song could just as easily be about depression. About grief. Or a version of yourself you need to walk away from.

“Dead” is about struggle. The part of healing that isn’t clean or triumphant. The part where you’re still haunted by the past, even when you’re trying to move forward.

If you’re fighting something or struggling with anything — I hope this song reminds you that you’re not alone and you’re not broken. 

Dead
I spent every penny on ya
What did you do for me
What did you do for me
I can not pretend
That you don't cross my mind
Now and again
If I'm being honest 
I still think about ya
Gotta be honest
Gotta be honest now
you still cross my mind
correction
I still think about ya 
All the time
All the time

Runnin laps in the back of my mind
Runnin laps in the back of my mind
Runnin laps in the back of my mind
Runnin laps in the back of my mind
Runnin laps runnin laps runnin laps yeah
Runnin laps runnin laps runnin laps yeah
Runnin laps in the back of my mind 
Runnin laps in the back of my mind

I've been decent
You still want me dead
Come on over
You still want me dead
Sooth my aching bones
Tell me what I want to hear
She's been coming around some lately
I don't think that it's a coincidence
People trying to crash their cars into me
On my way

Runnin laps in the back of my mind
Runnin laps in the back of my mind
Runnin laps in the back of my mind
Runnin laps in the back of my mind
Maybe just one more time it'll be alright
Maybe I'll be fine one more time
I don't think that it's a coincidence
That I'm seeing it again



Dead

"Yesterday" started with the image of two people reaching for the same thing at a grocery store, but formed into something more as I wrote. 

Sometimes memory is flawed; whether we're reminiscing about the good times - not paying attention to the stuff that maybe wasn't so great, or thinking about the ways we've been wronged - while overlooking all the wrong we've done ourselves. 

Built on punchy over compressed drums, driving bass, and a fair amount of synth, it’s indie pop with an alt edge—bright and bittersweet.

Lyrics:

Yesterday
I didn't have one foot in the door before I saw you, when I saw you
You and me, we could be something special
I was reaching for something higher, I was reaching for something higher
I was reaching for something higher

I saw you in here yesterday, we were looking for the same damn thing
Thought I helped you out, you just shut me down
Like you don't owe me anything, anymore

Wasn't my intention, leaving you with no way out
Don't burden me with nothing at all, burden me with nothing at all
You gotta work it on your own time, you gotta work it on your own
I was reaching for something higher, I was reaching for something higher
You were reaching out, I was reaching for something higher

I saw you in here yesterday, we were looking for the same damn thing
Thought I helped you out, you just shut me down
Like you don't owe me anything
I saw you in here yesterday, we were looking for the same damn thing
Thought I helped you out, you just shut me down
Like you don't owe me anything, anymore
You were reaching out, I was reaching for something higher


PriorGhost - Yesterday

"Why Not?" is my debut EP as PriorGhost: it's alternative, electronic, and a little rock. 3 tracks plus each instrumental.

"Gutter Cherries" is carried by driving bass, hypnotic guitar melodies, and super fun-punchy drums. Lyrically, it leaves a lot to the listener's interpretation. But I'll mention what was on my mind as it was forming: We've all had low points, I've had quite a few, but some of the sweetest things in life can be found (or can be realized) when we're down as far as we can go, in the gutter. 

“Onya! The Earth Eater” is dark and dreamy... it's about fractures - of self, of trust, and of what remains when everything is gone; about things that couldn't possibly be more broken. This one is in a strange world full of mystery. The sun came out but it’s still dark. Walking with the “Earth Eater”. 

“WTF" is cold and menacing. Driving drums, pulsating bass that sounds like it's from a retro video game, and layers of atmospheric synths create a tense, paranoid mood. The lyrics are confrontational and claustrophobic, with repeated, mantra-like phrases that don't seem quite right; it's dark... but fun, relentless and danceable!

PriorGhost - WTF

butterscotch

Way back, honest
Way back, honest
Let me go
Let me go downtown

Butterscotch runnin’ on
Butterscotch runnin’
Butterscotch runnin’ on
Butterscotch runnin’

Way back, honest
It was way back I promise you
You’ve got to go home
Home

Butterscotch runnin’ on
Butterscotch runnin’
Butterscotch runnin’ on
Butterscotch runnin’


PriorGhost - butterscotch

REDOGS

You looked up
Our eyes met
For the very first time
My hair stood on end 
And it sent a shiver down your spine
You turned and left
And I ran

Come back baby 
I promise that I will do better this time
I’ve done everything babe
I need a second to catch my breath
You ran, ran so far this time
I felt the pull on my legs
That twitch in my jaw
That's when I saw you standing there

You looked up
Our eyes met
For the very first time
My hair stood on end 
And it sent a shiver down your spine
You turned and left
And I ran


PriorGhost - REDOGS

"Lo-fi-synth-folk-emo-pop"... maybe. PriorGhost is just me—DIY—writing, recording, and producing everything in a tiny upstairs landing turned makeshift studio. Music has been a major part of my life for almost as long as I can remember. I wrote and performed acoustic indie/folk music in the Portland (OR) area for years, there wasn't a day I didn't pick up my guitar. As I got busier, and life got crazier; music just faded away into the background, a big part of who I am faded along with it. I didn't write or make any music at all for 8 years.

I was able to start making music again in late 2024 and all the pieces I had been missing started to come back. Leaning into production made music accessible again, headphones on while everyone is asleep. 

Some things haven't changed; every song is personal, likely messy and honest, maybe strange. But the process and the sound has, and continues to change. Blending synthpop, lo-fi textures, and indie electronic. The songs feel intimate and a little haunted: woven from synths, live instruments, and vocals shaped by fable, experience, and struggle. I'm finding a new sound, every new song is different and better than the last. We'll see where it goes... I hope you enjoy it!

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