Dreams In The Witch House

by Lucky Witch & the Righteous Ghost

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something's not right the angles look so strange I keep thinking about the witch and what unearthly math she may have learned the walls are wrong the walls are wrong the walls are wrong they’re all wrong two hundred years ago she died or did she walk through the walls maybe she never left maybe she's still here the walls are wrong the walls are wrong the walls are wrong they’re all wrong the neighbors say they see that violet light again coming from the sealed up room above the walls that so strangely angle, strangely angle there's mud on my pants but I've only been dreaming the footprints don't make sense she wants me to meet him she wants me to sign it the walls are wrong the walls are wrong the walls are wrong they’re all wrong I try to speak but my throat is closed - did I sign the black man's book after all?
2.
I live in a place of darkness Love enters, but I don’t allow it in My eyes refuse to be blinded My deaf ears are full of flattery and praise My mouth speaks nothing but deprecation It’s no wonder that I am alone I am the boy with the goblin glass shard in his heart Walking through the court of the Sun King I am cutting swaths into people’s souls When I see the awkward moments of their lives Knives explode out of my hands A feral desire overtakes me My eyes close, I reach for you My claws rip out your heart My fangs sink into your neck I ignore the screaming and drink deeply I ignore the screaming and drink deeply I ignore the screaming and drink deeply I open my eyes, to find it’s not you And remember why I live in this place of darkness alone I am the boy with the goblin glass shard in his heart Walking through the court of the Sun King I am cutting swaths into people’s souls When I see the awkward moments of their lives
3.
White Noise 03:47
Skip stones trail concentric circles in their wake Across the lagoon to the waterfall White noise engulfs the rocks How long til ebb tide How long til we become white noise How long til ebb tide How long til we become white noise to each other Your hair cascades down your back Your nightgown pools at your feet A rush of water engulfs you How long til ebb tide How long til we become white noise How long til ebb tide How long til we become white noise to each other There are no more stones to skip I create my own waves There are no more stones to skip I create my own waves
4.
I believe in screams, strangled cries, fever dreams orgiastic moans, maniacal laughter, and awe-soaked gasps Reawakening of sound, bursting into the air bereft of caretakers, daring you to take notice blood red drips into the ocean blood red drips into the ocean maze of frequencies blood red drips into the ocean Decibeled phantasmagoria, taunting with possibility fenced in by clockwise notions of notes and chords This vernal rite will not drive me away lunatic lover’s evolution, music of the spheres blood red drips into the ocean blood red drips into the ocean maze of frequencies blood red drips into the ocean I resist for I believe in your spring screams in your spring screams in your spring screams in your spring screams blood red drips into the ocean blood red drips into the ocean maze of frequencies blood red drips into the ocean blood red drips into the ocean blood red drips into the ocean maze of frequencies blood red drips into the ocean
5.
Lexicon 05:23
Words condense in front of me, Shot from your mouth as you walked out Putting impossible, unbridgeable distance between us Sound blood splatters my face, staccato defense to an empty room Deafening echoes dancing a damask masque to nothingness No longer now that was then Syllabic footstep fossils crunch the years No longer now that was then Syllabic footstep fossils crunch the years The tundra’s hoary hodgepodge frames your stolen silhouette Interminable polar plain snow falls across the world Dried broken eggshell sky flakes over the path to me A blizzard of mismanaged memes jigsawing time further No longer now that was then Syllabic footstep fossils crunch the years No longer now that was then Syllabic footstep fossils crunch the years Clockwork susurrations distorting memory’s scabrous tentacles Clockwork susurrations distorting memory’s scabrous tentacles Waiting for you to come back I try to figure out your lexicon, your lexicon Clockwork susurrations distorting memory’s scabrous tentacles Clockwork susurrations distorting memory’s scabrous tentacles Waiting for you to come back I try to figure out your lexicon, your lexicon Your lexicon, your lexicon Your lexicon, your lexicon

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"Dreams" is the second single released from our full length album, New Ways To Make Mistakes. The title track is based on the HP Lovecraft short story of the same name. All the other songs on this EP were written using lyrics from Oliver Baer poems. Each poem is linked in the track description. Thank you to the Care Baer of Death for inspiration. We love you Ollie!

Recorded, engineered, mixed and mastered by Jay Ackley. Track 1 recorded April 2019. Tracks 2-5 recorded February 20th, 2020. Cover photo by Alice Teeple with graphic design by Brookes & Niveous.

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released December 19, 2020

E. Niveous Rayside: vocals, guitar
R. Brookes McKenzie: vocals, Omnichord, Q-Chord
Eric Novak: bass (tracks 2-5)
Jay Ackley: drums
Tom Urwin: bass (track 1)

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