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Worthless

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

Low Light

and yet you miss the sea

To be irregular 
Saint Elmo preaches strength in who you are 
And every kid you knew picked at your scars
Social butterflies that sting 

So home up on the hill
You drop the acid and you watch it spill
On and on, the pop songs come at will
Inside the toilet bowl you sing

So go to Zambia!
That's a name, a place you've heard before
Poster you could splash across your door
On a lip the joint burns through 
On a spit, you're turning too
Most nights alive, you sweat like Zambia 

So don’t they see you roll? 
Aren't the eyes a peep hole to the soul?
Don't you see that your late night shows?
Before you turn the tv on

You got a girlfriend too
Pretty deadly piece of skin to chew 
And you love her, or you think you do
You're sure you'll notice when she's gone

And now in Zambia! 
That's a name, a place you've heard before
No hesitating at the cockpit door
This is where you wanna be
Underneath acacia trees
The cradle rings, but you're in Zambia 

You may yet take a turn
Monday morning's still another world
But the weekend's built on words words words
Not a one of them will change

And if the sky and land
Melt together like a wedding band 
God himself could place it on your hand
And you would let it slip away

So now in Zambia!
You got Victoria to drench your heart!
Hope that any day your life might start!
Any roar may be the cue
Nausea's just a point of view
When you’ve got everything to lose
Is it different down in Zambia?

Zambia

ANNA ST. LOUIS
FIRST SONGS
woodsist092 / mare002
release date: November 3, 2017

Despite her last name, Anna St. Louis was born and raised in Kansas City. She grew up a painter and singing in punk bands, eventually leaving her hometown to attend art school in Philadelphia. After graduating she made the move to Los Angeles where she began teaching herself guitar, writing songs and recording them on her own in her bedroom. First Songs is the sound of someone discovering their talent in real time - a peak into the collage of a wonderful mind that is absorbing their new surroundings and using new tools to put them into the room. Listening to this collection you can feel the sun coming in through the window - Anna on the foot of the bed with a guitar on her knee, finding her voice. St. Louis wears her influences well - think Patsy Cline singing over John Fahey - but has a style all her own. And while you can take the artist out of the midwest, you can't take the midwest out of the artist - so let this be known; this is Midwestern music ran through a California filter. I believe Anna will have many more releases in her lifetime, but let it all begin here - First Songs.

ANNA ST. LOUIS - Fire (Mare Records)

Stockholm band Delsbo Beach Club's debut single, released via Rama Lama Records Oct 11 2017 and premiered via CLASH. From debut EP 'Four tracks & a burger', released Jan 25 2019.

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