Ghosts Destroy Us

by The Golden Age Of Nothing

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released August 7, 2015

Graeme Wilkinson - Vocals, guitar and drum programming

Graham Seaman - Violin and various noises

Doyle Alderson - Bass guitar

All words by Wilkinson.
Music by Wilkinson
except 1, 4 & 9 by Wilkinson/Seaman/Alderson
and 7 by Wilkinson/Alderson

Recorded and produced by Graeme Wilkinson

Intro excerpt from Veil 2 by Veil

Cover design by 6e Creative • www.6e.net
Band photo by One Eye Photography

Mastered by Bojanic Audio

Much love and thanks to:
Catherine Wilkinson, Colleen Hunt, Mandy Alderson, Chris Smith, Gillie Hatton, Chris Hall, John and Pauline Wray
and all of our families and friends.

www.thegoldenageofnothing.com

© 2015 Three Witches Recordings


This album is dedicated to all the people we know and love but are no longer here.

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
William Shakespeare, Macbeth

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Track Name: Cosmonauts
It’s a glorious task,
Dying in the name of someone else,
Shut in and sent away,
To where eternal night swallows dull day.

Just another cosmonaut,
That’s all I am to them,
Just another cosmonaut,
Like Mr Gagarin, like Mr Komarov,
Just another cosmonaut,
We’re all just names on the wall.

It’s a glorious task,
Dying in the name of Mother Russia,
Locked in and sent away,
To where eternal night swallows dull day.

Just another cosmonaut,
That’s all I am to them,
Just another cosmonaut,
Like Mr Volkov, like Mr Patsayev,
Just another cosmonaut,
We’re all just names on the wall.

Just another cosmonaut,
That’s all I am to them,
Just another cosmonaut,
Like Mr Gagarin, like Mr Komarov,
Just another cosmonaut,
We’re all just names on the wall.
Track Name: Stupid Birds
Nothing’s ever evil anymore,
Especially when my eyes are pecked right out,
And my stupid mouth is stitched up tight.

Birds are tapping at my window pane,
Mock and tap and mock and tap all day.

Nothing’s ever funny anymore,
Mangled and deformed and rendered down,
I need to think I can get away.

Birds are tapping at my window pane,
Mock and tap and mock and tap all day.

Nothing’s ever murder anymore,
Especially when my wings are clipped right off,
And my little legs are bent right back.

Birds are tapping at my window pane,
Mock and tap and mock and tap all day.

Nothing’s ever easy anymore,
Messed up, forgotten and flown away,
I beg you to tell me it’s all wrong.
Track Name: Strange Maps
Strange maps,
The corpse road,
The true heart of Europe,
And how the rest was owned.

Strange maps,
The great unknown,
Postcards from the past,
But it still ends at home.

Strange maps, strange maps,
The stranger the better as far as I’m concerned.

Strange maps,
Orwellian curse,
Two at the same time,
Yet fiction makes it worse.

Strange maps,
Going nowhere,
It starts when you’re lost,
With the fear of being scared.

Strange maps, strange maps,
The stranger the better as far as I’m concerned.
Track Name: I Am A Ghost
I am a ghost,
I am lonely,
But I am not alone.

I am a ghost,
In a place where,
Love and death hold hands.

I am a ghost,
I am bereft,
Two hundred and six bones.

I am a ghost,
I am silence,
Where once I burst with song.

I am a ghost,
I am adrift,
Watching from the outside.

I am a ghost,
I am broken,
Cut off from all I love.
Track Name: Everything Is On Fire
Everything is on fire,
Everything is on fire,
Everything is on fire,
And we’re all gonna burn.

Everything is on fire,
But I don’t mind dying,
So long as everybody else,
Burns at the same time.
Sleepwalkers in a universe of grief,
Slip through my mind with ease,
No one cares about anyone else,
So long as they all get what they need.

Everything is on fire,
Everything is on fire,
Everything is on fire,
And we’re all gonna burn.

Everything is on fire,
And I’m laughing as I watch,
Everybody else burn,
For the last time.
Amusements in a worthless world of fear,
Occupy my dying mind,
I don’t care about anything else,
This is exactly what I need.

Everything is on fire,
Everything is on fire,
Everything is on fire,
And we’re all gonna burn.
Track Name: Only The Bruises Remain
The fishwives of Paris singing sad, sad songs,
Heavy medication setting right a thousand wrongs,
Tallulah Bankhead nude and giving head,
Spread-eagled, legs apart, squirming on the bed,
And after that, we jive to the King,
Spin right around and drink too much gin.

And Tallulah sings... and Tallulah sings...

Only the bruises remain, only the bruises remain,
Only the bruises remain, sweet sweet sweet thing.

The piano thumpers bash out tawdry little tunes,
The knowledge that madness is linked to the moon,
I’m sitting dragging long nails through my hair,
Retching and twitching in my white plastic chair.
I spring to my feet and I flit across the floor,
Grab Tallulah and slam her into the door.

And Tallulah sings... and Tallulah sings...

Only the bruises remain, only the bruises remain,
Only the bruises remain, sweet sweet sweet thing.

The orchestra swoop in with my own private soundtrack,
At that exact moment, Tallulah turns back,
And dives for the bottle, right there on the bed.
I sink to my knees with my hands on head,
She towers up above me with a glint in her eye,
The light catches the bottle and I get ready to die.

And Tallulah sings... and Tallulah sings...

Only the bruises remain, only the bruises remain,
Only the bruises remain, sweet sweet sweet thing.
Track Name: Twisted Hands
I dragged my bones northwards,
while you headed south,
I wrote my fingers bloody,
Scratching out your name,
Across what’s left of the bed where we lay,
Dragging and scratching forever and a day.

These twisted hands can’t wander anymore,
They’re just a pale shadow of all that I abhor.

I clawed my name, scrawled,
In the dust of your bones,
I retched my throat bloody,
Screaming out your name,
Hoping it would bring you back to life,
Clawing and retching forever and a day.

These twisted hands can’t wander anymore,
They’re just a pale shadow of all that I abhor.

These twisted hands can’t wander anymore,
They’re just a pale shadow of all that I abhor.
Track Name: Party On The Beach
The sea is cold but I am colder,
Here I drift with my old friends,
Heading for land cut off at the knees,
Our ship wrecked, struck down by cruel seas.

The sea swallowed us,
The sea devoured us,
The sea is brutal,
The sea is all of us.

The sky is dead and the waves are death,
The noise! The noise! And the light is faded,
What swims beneath? Ragged teeth or old friends?
Best not think or to dwell on our woes.

The sea swallowed us,
The sea devoured us,
The sea is brutal,
The sea is all of us.

I curse my death and I curse it again,
Still adrift, cold stares from my men,
Land ho, Land ho! Oh, who am I kidding?
I’ll see you ashore and we’ll drink to our end.

The sea swallowed us,
The sea devoured us,
The sea is brutal,
The sea is all of us.
Track Name: The Ends Of The Earth
Follow me to the ends of the Earth,
We’ll make history, we’ll be legendary,
They’ll know our names forever more,
And what’s more, they’ll revere us,
They’ll adore us, they’ll beg for more of us.

Follow me to the ends of the Earth,
Follow me to the ends of the Earth,
Follow me to the ends of the Earth,
Follow me to the ends of the Earth.

Follow me to the end of time,
Show me your colours and I’ll show you mine,
For King and country, for eternal pride,
Yet when our time’s up, no! We won’t hide,
Lost to the past, lost forever more.

Follow me to the ends of the Earth,
Follow me to the ends of the Earth,
Follow me to the ends of the Earth,
Follow me to the ends of the Earth.