Name: Moving On by Chris Pennington (aka Ghost Penn)
Duration: 3 min 34 s
Description: “Some endings don’t need anger — just acceptance. This song is about love that ran its course, two people who tried, changed, and learned. No villains, no lies, just the quiet ache of letting go with grace. Sometimes the kindest goodbye is the one that still hopes the other finds peace 👻🙏🏼”

ENDLESS DEATHLESS

“This song is to all the kids out there. It’s the exact conversation I shared with my son at the end of the pier one night — nearly word for word. Dedicated to him, and to every young soul out there searching for direction. Be the fire no storm can drown out. Be the one light the lost will seek. You already have the vision. Now walk in it 👻”

Son (One Light)

“Some endings don’t need anger — just acceptance. This song is about love that ran its course, two people who tried, changed, and learned. No villains, no lies, just the quiet ache of letting go with grace. Sometimes the kindest goodbye is the one that still hopes the other finds peace 👻🙏🏼”

Moving On

When the twin moons of Epsilon Ridge burn red, the law rides in black.

Marshal Kane Vale of the Black Comet, a sort of intergalactic marshals, was once a name whispered with respect across the outer systems. An enforcer of justice where no law survived. But when a forged bounty leads him to destroy an innocent town, the hunter becomes the hunted.

Now, wounded and haunted by the ghost of his deputy, Kane waits in the ashes of Latchkey for his own kind to bring judgment. In the void, there’s no mercy—only the creed he once swore to uphold:

“When the stars forget, we remember.”

A space-western tragedy of guilt, fire, and redemption.
Ashfall on Epsilon Ridge is the final ride of a lawman who learns that even justice casts a shadow.


Lyrics

Smoke rolled in like a dying tide,
Screams got swallowed by the flame inside.
Medicine crates, a child’s cry—
They weren’t slavers, just trying to survive.

Pulled my gun, thought I knew the sin,
Didn’t see what was burning within.
By the time I did, it was far too late—
Justice don’t bend, it breaks in hate.

Fire on Latchkey, the town went down,
The stars looked on, didn’t make a sound.
One by one the souls took flight,
Fire on Latchkey, no wrong, no right.

Lira’s hand in mine, covered in soot,
She whispered, “You did what you thought you should.”
Then the roof came down and the sky went red—
I keep hearing her voice in the words she said.

Fire on Latchkey, heaven turned cold,
The badge is heavy, the story’s old.
Lawmen burn just like the damned,
Fire on Latchkey, and blood on my hands.

Fire on Latchkey

Things Go Wrong

The Silver Lining

Let’s Take a Ride

The Dust Of Retreat

Talking In Code

Hello Exile

America (You're Freaking Me Out)

Science Fiction

Lit Me Up

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Disclaimer:
All songs are private property, owned by Chris Pennington and his collaborators. These recordings began with our performances; orchestration and refinement were assisted by AI, including some vocals.

I’m not looking for promoters, managers, or industry shortcuts.
I’m just writing what I feel—hoping it helps someone else feel too.
If my music resonates with you, let me know…
That’s enough to keep me going.

Thank you for listening.

– Chris Pennington

Moving On

Chris Pennington (aka Ghost Penn)

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