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Ghost Museum

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1.
You-Why are you giving up? Because think you’ve had enough? Tell me when did life get so rough? I’ve heard it all before and I can tell you more. ‘Cause it Sounds like a good, good friend of mine a long, long time ago. Like that good, good friend of mine: Stay strong, keep moving on when the world gets cold. Oh, heartache is nothing new. It’s just a thing we all go through. But, it’s funnier in review. It’s all been done before. Of that, you can be sure. ‘Cause it Sounds like a good, good friend of mine a long, long time ago. Like that good, good friend of mine: Stay strong, keep moving on when the world gets cold. No, this is not the end. History ‘s your new best friend. Seems the world’s on repeat and you can’t get to your feet and your head’s swimming ‘round with some new trouble that you found. But, you’ll find if ask similarities to the past. someone knows, knows the way, someday you will say that it Sounds like a good, good friend of mine a long, long time ago. Like that good, good friend of mine: Stay strong, keep moving on when the world gets cold. Like that good, good friend of mine: Stay strong, keep moving on when the world gets cold.
2.
Born to be beautiful, you're a natural symphony a girl-next-door rhapsody. Making it difficult to be where I supposed to be amazed by the scenery. Is you're mark of mystery some dark omen of my misery? Wish there was some guarantee this is no dead end detour. Lost without a trace of time or place. Thought I was on my way down. But, now I found that you're the first sign that at last my heart has healed. You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real. Won't you show me the way back? I can't think and I keep losing track. I just seem to overreact to the crimes that came before. Lost without a trace of time or place. Thought I was on my way down.But, now I found that you're the first sign and the you’re last one I would guess. You're the first sign of my lasting happiness. You're the first sign that at last my heart has healed. You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real. I'm in you're pocket now like a token of good faith, a charmed tied around you're waist. Knowing, somewhere, somehow, if it feels I’ve lost my way the map lies in your embrace. Lost without a trace of time or place. Thought I was on my way down. But, now I found that You're the first sign that at last my heart has healed. You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real. You're the first sign and you’re the last one I would guess. You're the first sign of my lasting happiness. You're the first sign that at last my heart has healed. You're the first sign that the last time wasn't real. You're the first sign and you’re the last one I would guess. You're the first sign of my lasting happiness.
3.
Difference in language Difference in place Difference in money Difference in face Difference in culture Difference in style Why can’t we put our differences aside? We share our water. We share our sky. We share our spirit to stay alive. If we join forces,a movement of one, all the world’s problemswould surely be done. When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains. When we move, we’ll split the oceans Hero’s hearts will never bleed. The truth and faith is all we need. Children in factories Mothers in tears Children in armies Fathers with fears If children know nothing but hunger and pain, the future is history repeating again. We share our water. We share our sky. We share our spirit to stay alive. When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains. When we move, we’ll split the oceans Hero’s hearts will never bleed. The truth and faith is all we need. When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains. When we move, we’ll split the oceans Hero’s hearts will never bleed. The truth and faith is all we need. When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains. When we move, we’ll split the oceans Hero’s hearts will never bleed. The truth and faith is all we need. When we sing, we’ll crack the mountains. When we move, we’ll split the oceans Hero’s hearts will never bleed. The truth and faith is all we need.
4.
Under the gun and under pressure deep in overtime End of the line The final countdown starting to unwind Wishing we stayed ahead. But, it’s not over yet. This won’t be our last regret if we keep pushing for time and pushing the line. No turning back or standing still this time. Down to upward, back to forward, on the ground and running toward where we were before. Won’t be the last one out the door. On the offense, past the pretense on the ball and off the fence, ‘cause now we know the score. Won’t be the last one out the door. No turning ‘round or turning down to see who‘s left behind We’re on our own nobody ’s gonna care who’s next to shine. Wishing we stayed ahead. But, it’s not over yet. This won’t be our last regret if we get Down to upward, back to forward, on the ground and running toward where we were before. Won’t be the last one out the door. On the offense, past the pretense on the ball and off the fence, ‘cause now we know the score. Won’t be the last one out the door. Down to upward, back to forward, on the ground and running toward where we were before. Won’t be the last one out the door. On the offense, past the pretense on the ball and off the fence, ‘cause now we know the score. Won’t be the last one out the door. ‘cause now we know the score. Won’t be the last one out the door.
5.
There’s nothing hidden. There’s nothing up my sleeves. With your assistance, you will see and believe. Sometimes you have to trick yourself to open your heart to someone new. We’ll.. turn it into love. I swear to lift your spirits up. I dare you: turn it into love. Give your doubts a shrug and turn it into love. Don’t be distracted by what you think you see. Strangely attracted to what you think you need. Some slight of mind might mesmerize you don’t close your heart to someone new. We’ll.. turn it into love. I swear to lift your spirits up. I dare you: turn it into love. Give your doubts a shrug and turn it into love. If, it’s not real deal A “valentine treachery”, your heart will expose your emotional trickery. But, you’ll never know if you don’t try to open your heart to someone new. We’ll.. turn it into love. I swear to lift your spirits up. I dare you: turn it into love. Give your doubts a shrug and turn it into love. Why don’t you turn it into love. I swear to lift your spirits up. I dare you: turn it into love. Give your doubts a shrug and turn it into love. Turn it into love.
6.
Maybe, I’m be wrong. But, this is as bad it gets. Feeling the pawn frozen before its last step. Move after move, word after word you have led. Daring to go where I never tread Over sea and stone I should be alone, but You, you breathe the life into my pale cold frame. Undone and maybe unwise, will I ever be the same? Is getting it wrong getting it right in the end? Is getting along worth knowing you’ll never love again? I’m singing this song trying to find a true verse. But, all that I write keeps making it worse. And I can’t revise, ‘cause that would be the lie and You, you breathe the life into this pale cold frame. Undone and maybe unwise, will I ever be the same? So, I pull you in and you push me out and I taste the warmth inside your mouth and then we are one in death and in life, a moment so still so still and so quiet. Feel my body rising slowly emptied of the air that holds me, drowning in the flesh and blood, a spirit where my shadow stood. You breathe the life. You breathe the life. You breathe the life.
7.
Shadow on shadow, it whispers its name and I strain to hear the sound of soft falling snow on November’s swampy ground. Leading me on through the early gloaming hours, promising more than tomorrow. I listen to half-hidden truths as twilight unfolds. It unfolds. It’s the noise on the air the wide open leap, the dawn of the night, that keeps me from sleep The rush of the wave, the push of the beat, the quickening pulse, that pulls me in deep. Pulls me in deep. Maybe the dimming removes the noon’s distractions focusing on the unseen: one single rose in a field of black velvet dream. Down comes the curtain and up swells the chorus, silence and stillness invade. Taunted with glimpses of truth, I open my soul. Oh, my soul. It’s the noise on the air the wide open leap, the dawn of the night, that keeps me from sleep The rush of the wave, the push of the beat, the quickening pulse, that pulls me in deep. Pulls me in deep. No matter how faithfully I heed the calling, I can hear noise on the air.
8.
Dive, dive into the pool. Could be warm or cool. Never know if you don’t take the plunge. This, this is everything. Why keep wondering if tomorrow brings the change you need? Time won’t tell, time won’t tell you how you feel. If you don’t, if you don’t know now. While you’re living your future history, just stop trying to work it out. ‘Cause time won’t tell, time won’t tell you how. Give, give it all you got. Could be, could be not. All you have is now before it’s gone. Take, take it out of time. All you leave behind is the fear tomorrow may not come. Time won’t tell, time won’t tell you how you feel. If you don’t, if you don’t know now. While you’re living your future history, just stop trying to work it out. ‘Cause time won’t tell, time won’t tell you how. Dive into your everyday, this is all you got Take it out of time, because you don’t have a lot One day late a dollar short or Johnny-on-the-spot You got your shot, you take your chance, you don’t have time to stop. Time won’t tell, time won’t tell you how you feel. If you don’t, if you don’t know now. While you’re living your future history, just stop trying to work it out. ‘Cause time won’t tell, time won’t tell you how. Time won’t tell, time won’t tell you how you feel. If you don’t, if you don’t know now. While you’re living your future history, just stop trying to work it out. ‘Cause time won’t tell, time won’t tell you how. Just stop trying to work it out. ‘Cause time won’t tell, time won’t tell you how.
9.
Earthbound, keep feeling my soul spiraling down. High altitude, no parachute, no escaping now. Deep breath, just fall away just let it subside When it’s too much, feeling the crushtime to step outside. How can I explain this strange beautiful feeling? Feet on the ground, world is spinning round. Stare up at the sky, the universe rushing by, feeling so small, but feeling so alive. Nothing can restrain it moving all the time Might as well lay back and watch the show. It’s uncomplicated A simple paradigm objects all in motion on the go. How can I explain this strange beautiful feeling? Feet on the ground, world is spinning round. Stare up at the sky, the universe rushing by, feeling so small, but feeling so alive. Freefall, no stopping the big bounce at the end. Then, suddenly, land on my feet and all is safe and sound How can I explain this strange beautiful feeling? Feet on the ground, world is spinning round. Stare up at the sky, the universe rushing by, feeling so small, but feeling so alive. How can I explain this strange beautiful feeling? Feet on the ground, world is spinning round. Stare up at the sky, the universe rushing by, feeling so small, but feeling so alive.
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11.
Who’s this face I don’t recall? Looking well, but so much older. Maybe the years have not been kind, still got that twinkle in your eye you still glow…. (Are you) happy with your happiness? Stressful making your life stress-less? Did all your big dreams come to be one miniature catastrophe? You don’t know... Lucky to still have anything you’ve been given. Day by day your feeling it slip away. Offer up the best life you’ve been livin’ and sometimes that’s exactly what it takes. Feel the need to torture your best intentions. Second guessing damages in the dark. Wake to tell the morning’s dim reflection: “I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.” “I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.” There’s a shadow in your eyes. Fading picture in the distance Sometimes you like to stop and stare. How did you get to here from there? You don’t know… There’s a feeling from behind, a reflection playing tricks or all of the hope there from the start, all of that passion in your heart, it still glows… Lucky to still have anything you’ve been given. Day by day your feeling it slip away. Offer up the best life you’ve been livin’ and sometimes that’s exactly what it takes. Feel the need to torture your best intentions. Second guessing damages in the dark. Wake to tell the morning’s dim reflection: “I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.” “I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.” Lucky to still have anything I’ve been given. Day by day I’m feeling it slip away. Offer up the best life I’ve been livin’ and sometimes that’s exactly what it takes. Feel the need to torture my best intentions. Second guessing damages in the dark. Wake to tell the morning’s dim reflection: “I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.” “I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.” “I’m still me, but I don’t know who you are.”
12.
Hey, where did we go days when the rains came ? Down in the hollow playing a new game, running and a-laughing, hey, hey, skipping and a-jumping In the misty morning fog with oh our hearts a-thumping and you, my brown-eyed girl, You, my brown-eyed girl. Whatever happened? Tuesday was so slow. Runnin' down the old mine with a transistor radio. Standing in the sunlight laughing. Hiding behind a rainbow wall. Slipping and a-sliding all along the waterfall with you, my brown-eyed girl. You, my brown-eyed girl. Do you remember when we used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah La tee dah. So hard to find my way, now that I'm on my own. I saw you just the other day. My, my oh oh how you have grown. Cast my memory back there a lot. Sometimes, I'm overcome thinking about making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you, my brown-eyed girl. You, my brown-eyed girl. Do you remember when we used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee dah La tee dah.

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In Ghost Museum, 1983 becomes 2017. A Hall and Oates key sound, an Earth, Wind and Fire drum beat: ghosts of a past decade mingle with lyrics about what it’s like to be a 15-year-old in an old man’s body and why it’s impossible to stop writing music.

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released November 24, 2017

Good, Good Friend of Mine
Guitar: Chris Smail

The First Sign
Guitar: Matthew Wilson

Crack the Mountains
Vocals: Mina Keohane
Guitar: Joel Tucker

Last One Out the Door
Guitar: Chris Smail

Turn It Into Love
Vocals: Mina Keohane
Guitar: Sandy Williams

Breathe the Life
Guitar: Charlie Ballantine

Noise on the Air
Guitar: Joel Tucker

Time Won’t Tell
Vocals: Mina Keohane
Guitar: Sandy Williams

Strange Beautiful Feeling
Vocals: Mina Keohane
Guitar: Chris Smail

Makes Me Smile
Guitar: Matthew Wilson

I’m Still Me
Guitar: Charlie Ballantine

Brown Eyed Girl
Guitar: Joel Tucker

Vocals, Keys: Jeff DeHerdt
Bass: Randy Melson
Drums: Adam White
Saxes, Loops: Josh Silbert

Music and Lyrics: Jeff DeHerdt
"Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison
Engineered by: Josh Silbert
Produced by: Josh Silbert and Jeff DeHerdt
Mina Keohane recorded at Earshot Audiopost by Brice Bowman
Mixed by: Eric Klee Johnson
Recorded and Mixed at The Pop Machine, Indianapolis, IN
Mastered by: Andy VanDette, Andy VanDette Mastering
Cover: Yuri Duncan

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Jeff DeHerdt Group Indianapolis, Indiana

I usually work with a group of disparate musicians who play well together most of the time.

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