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Holy Ghost

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thunder2431 The best of the Modern Baseball library. Amazing album Favorite track: Hiding.
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samjellis MOBO's big three records have all been some of my favorite music to listen to in the past three years. My sadness at them breaking up is almost nonexistent when I get the pleasure of listening to any of their stuff! I am a sucker for these album ending tracks that they consistently popped out! RoCK oN! Favorite track: Just Another Face.
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epicacostabro I found the band during my worst year of high school, senior year.
This music really speaks to me and is the best thing for my long nights staying awake. Favorite track: Coding These To Lukens.
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1.
Holy Ghost 01:01
He’s been haunting my dreams at night I’ve been bleeding from tripping in the dark Trying to turn on the light He’s been haunting my dreams, alright I’ve been hollering at him in the dark Trying to find the right switch My third wish has always been three more But this time my holy ghost is hovering over me And I am passed out on the floor
2.
Find it hard to believe tonight In a curiously well-kept house built before I was born This year we’re gonna stamp out the sorry feeling Rain on summer vacation Five blocks from Tasker-Morris station Fucked for the ride home if I can’t find two bills To rub together before Midnight rolls around I thought you heard me sing your spirit sound But you turned in early Left the TV flickering its staged romance across your face Said goodbye from the front porch I always wonder if you’re smiling at us or if you’re looking away I’d ask but either way I feel sorry for you Locked your love in a screenshot They all work that way And I’ve been wishing I could say that I don’t The selfish side likes to think my execution’s more Of an honest one These artists all cut cloth with underscored conviction Blacked out friction flies me back to Baltimore To wait for you but I’m stuck here too
3.
Note To Self 03:49
Holt’s above my hideout I dug this hole beneath the floorboards Buzzing bad and locked in Try to not recall Counting numbered days from the wheel we cried to clutch Looking for some inspired land But all I found were empty cans and cigarette butts Lining dirty parking lots in Ottawa Glazed eyes, trying to rub away at the sketches of the Daytime. When every second of sun’s the same, Whats the point of staying awake? Your hands are out and I see You’re asking me for a vowel but I am weak and I am stubborn So I say “This is all I have right now” But I want to make something good I want to make something better Something that cannot leave the ground Unless we lift it up together Where I want to be still seems a thousand miles away But pretending we feel safe right here gets harder every day It’s a note to self mislaid You ate the words you always used to say There will be no more fucking around today Drunk and worthless, spewing bullshit all across the stage Wake up and we find new hiding places Trying desperately to escape (I don’t believe you, you’re all the same) The glare from our stupid, spineless Words just whining, every fucking day What do I really want to say?
4.
Mass 01:44
Pulled over at midday The joker’s still wet behind the ears He hands off a novel of novice citations Outside the service station The glue sets beneath our heels My baby’s in Massachusetts And all this booze is useless Sunset sing my scratched out sighing soul to sleep And the cashier here is ruthless Jeanette, I wrote your name down But I’d hate that job as much as you do If I was stuck between Barton and Bighamton too Days like this I miss listening to records Making coffee together, snow globes and jersey sheets I tried sleeping in our bed without you last night But that didn’t work at all because I couldn’t sleep Sometimes I wish it was still last summer And you still lived in South Philly And I wasn’t playing a show in Nebraska Or Austin, Texas Asking the kids what they ate for breakfast But here I am, Valero bathroom Who’s paid to keep these things cliche? Bury me beneath New York State Because it’s the only place where I feel dead
5.
Everyday 03:03
You hold my hand You hold your liquor Projection screen Had ceased it’s flicker You gave me tiny Tastes of your truth I was starved And you were full I drove back home When you got sicker Disputing claims That you still held The TV clicker Annas face was flushed It’s still in my mind The waiter asked If she was high You need to hide It’s in your framework Look me in the eyes And act like I don’t know how shame works Your compass spins in reverse The trees do time lapse speed growth Your sky is lost behind A sea of green She’s acting like she knows what’s up She’s dripping that devoted stuff Breaking like her bread won’t puff She’s sipping from that holy cup Waking up every day is all about Doing things you don’t want to do But your reward is you get to wake up
6.
Hiding 03:45
Take the train to Frankford I won’t answer when they call I guess that’s just my gift to myself Drank a lot and danced to The Cure Holding on for dear life To the frayed edge of a feeling we misplaced years ago And knowing we should really get back home Made mistakes The plants died young, like all good things But I wish my small self had known How much water to use Still some nights I find The ideas that bring me rest Are the ones that used to prod and pester and keep me up Swinging open doors I swore I’d shut Pouring pewter Amassing coins to displace debt to you My straight-line shooter Let me learn here I am in pursuit of all I can undo Entertain the cancer We all answer upwards either way The waiting game is tied again Backs of hands and phrases Misplaced gazes Things we still deny to selves and hesitate to talk about A call from high school two drinks in I smiled but you could not see Your tin can cell receiver Hummed its New York static song The lever pulled and all at once The floor was false The center seam divided Lace and well-pressed cotton Found the flood we’d since forgotten We still leave our shoes at the door Before we wring out our wet clothes Across your floor and future Stitch the gaps that destiny assumed With floral sutures Are you hiding or have I abandoned you?
7.
“It’s not just what you say Or how you’ve come so far The words that you repeat When time tears us apart That smug look on your face When you have something to hide Or at least that’s what I think Maybe I’m out of touch You can tell me if I’m wrong But you know I’m right” Spit fire, spit blood, spit fast--I’m heated I’m sure this won’t linger...longer than it has to... Get out of my way Steadfast, I’m fiending I’m a certain kind of way tonight I know it can’t be in my head It must be one of you Who keep pulling me aside To chit chat about me, who I am, What the deal is with who I was once
8.
I can’t help thinking about you this whole ride home From Alberta, Portland to wherever I’ll soon unfold Into oblivion or somewhere between here and fact Forever waiting for you... Ever-aching cause I’m Longing for when I’ll be coming back to you. Hopeless, I’m fading It’s the same damn thing every night Planning our future without you, without me at times But hey I...digress What I was saying before is more important I’m longing for when I’ll be coming back to you Why does it take two thousand miles for me to say “I love you” Burn Out by day, Lover by night I’m not the same as I was but that’s cool, whatever Burned out by days without you I’m lost, forlorn I can’t do this alone Alone, I feel safe Still with you I’m safe, intact and hopeful We’ll make it together
9.
Did you ever love me? Biopsy from the origin of sound Confirms your speaking truthfully Concludes everything I’ve thought about Is this past or present? I can’t seem to make it all out Boisterous betrayal of fun and heat of the moment Betrayal; what have I done now? You think we can make it? Well I wish I felt the same way I did then Homesick, just waiting To return to you and your bed Is this past or present? I can’t seem to make it all out Boisterous betrayal of fun and heat of the moment Betrayal; what have I done now? It’s not like me to forgive and move on Always looking back on my mistakes and others Too distant to see where I went wrong Well if you say this is forever then tell me this is forever
10.
What If... 02:06
When I was “younger” I thought of caring As a reason for some to praise me, in envy “So humble and kind” “No better person” Now that I’m “older” I’ve seen what I’ve been Ruthless, ungrateful, always trying to turn up tracks Be it about me or you Seeking out the faithful in me With tricks of trust and gluttony I won’t wait for anyone anymore When I was younger I thought of deep space Pick me up swiftly, carry me away Drop me off willing--light years lone gone Never again seeing those who I loved It’s not about me this time, there I go lying again Please save my soul I don’t know what I’m doing anymore Seeking out the faithful in me with singles and a pen Is it possible I’m overthinking this It’s not what I’m not it’s what I believe in It’s not what I’ve got, it’s my peace of mind Too early to see if I’m still in the past Too hopeful to be wasted time It’s not what I’m not it’s what I believe in It’s not what I’ve got, it’s my peace of mind Too early to see if I’ll be Seeking out the fraud in me With compassion and honesty, I’ll wait….
11.
I’m a waste of time and space Drifting through my selfish ways I don’t know how I got here Travel light endlessly Distort all reality I can’t say how I got here I’m a waste of time and space Meandering unwanted days I don’t know how I got here Entering a well known phase I scream get lost, I hate everything I can’t say how I got here Still, I can feel the need to change me from the inside But I can’t let anyone know just yet “If it’s all the same it’s time to confront this face to face I’ll be with you the whole way It’ll take time, that’s fact I’m not just another face, I’m not just another name Even if you can’t see it now We’re proud of; what is to come, and you” I’m a waste of time and space Slipping past with getaways I’ve planned for days, for weeks, for years I’m a waste of rock and dirt Grass and ground And all the earth around me Around you

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The first album recorded by someone other than the band themselves, Modern Baseball enlisted Joe Reinhart (Hop Along, Joyce Manor) at Headroom Studios in Philadelphia to help refine their sound on Holy Ghost. In a tight 28 minutes, Holy Ghost covers an impressive emotional range, with co-songwriters Jacob Ewald and Brendan Lukens literally splitting the record in half. The record kicks off with six songs from Ewald and ends with five from Lukens. What they ended up with was a complete record of the past two years– the highs alongside the lows, tales from the road and glorious days at home alongside songs of heartbreak and personal struggle.

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released May 13, 2016

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