The Ghost Months Vol. 1

by Benjamin Longman

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04:48
2.
04:08
3.
03:04
4.
03:59
5.
04:21
6.
04:38

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released February 25, 2015

Everything you hear on this EP was written and performed by Benjamin Longman and
recorded/mixed on a Tascam 246 4-track cassette Portastudio in the front room of his parent's home,
except track 5, which was recorded on location downstairs at The Social, Little Portland St.

Mastered by Mike Malyan

All paintings and artwork photography by Benjamin Longman
Artwork edits by James Willmot

Thanks to:

Randi, for being the bear.
My parents, for their infinite patience (amongst countless other virtues).
Mike Malyan for his miraculous mastering job (seriously, cassette shouldn't sound this good), and everything else he's ever done for me.
Tim Crompton @ The Social for letting me record and film for free, and his endless hospitality.
Kevin and Reuben @ Sussed IT for zero hour tech support and wizardry.
James Willmot for making it look good.
Seán at Parousia Productions LTD for the bonus track.

Also
Sam and Zara, all the Malyans, Tara Minton, Liz Penney, Bruno Querci and Tessa Jackson.

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Benjamin Longman Calgary, Alberta

Benjamin Longman is an English singer-songwriter, musician and producer from London, now based in Calgary, AB.

He enjoys singing, songwriting, and writing tautologous blurbs in the third person.

He has been found on stages and recordings with Hudson Taylor, Martha Paton, Zara Kershaw, Kimberly Anne, Martin Carthy, Towers and Trees, Red Haven, and many more. He is also 1/7th of the band Rosalind.
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Track Name: Grass
When the forest becomes a tree
I'll be sitting with my axe between my knees
When the river becomes the sea
I'll be swimming for what's left of me

When this village becomes a town
When it finally spreads its name around
I'll be watching from afar
With the comfort of my old guitar

//When this all is grass

When the petals take their bloom
I'll make sure that I have lots of room
When the sparrows come to nest
I'll make sure that they are treated best

When the tree finally dies
And I've wiped the tears out from my eyes
I will burn the land it filled
And another forest, I will build

//When this all is grass
Track Name: Letters
Words arid, syllabic potpourri
Loving you doesn't make sense to me
You're getting old and we know I've moved on
Why do we act as though nothing is wrong?

//My love is in your letters
//My home is in my songs
//And I've been living here too long

Keeping in mind what I know we've been through
Darling don't think this reflects upon you
I'm getting sore by the fit of this shoe
And leaving you is something I just have to do

//My love is in your letters
//My home is in my songs
//And I've been living here too long

Heart arid, aortic potpourri
Darling, these Ghost Months mean nothing to me
Track Name: More
I'm a young, young man, with delusions of age
It's not someone I became, I've just always been this way
And if I keep on trying to be something more than that
Then I'll never have a chance to relax

I'm a lonely man, with a girl who's far away
That might sound a bit cliché, but I mean it when I say
That if I keep on trying to pretend that's not a fact
Then I'll never have a chance to relax

I'm an angry man, I feel useless all the time
I could bottle it away, and go on feeding you a line
But if I keep on holding on to putting on that act
Then I'll never have a chance to relax

//Silent, the cornerseat dinner for one
//Heavy, the build-up of tar in the lungs
//Dreaming my teeth will be falling out, seven by one

I'm a missing screw in a shelf that's falling down
At the time you need me most you might find I'm not around
But I am always trying to be something more than that
So that we might have a chance to relax
Track Name: Ghosts
You picked a house near the railway
So that at a minute's notice
You could pack your belongings, and
Leave on the fly

You put your bed near the window
You told me that you liked it
Said the traffic noise was calming
Lets you know someone's there

//Is that rain I hear? Must be the train my dear
//Above us the sky is clear and evening draws near
//If tomorrow's another day, tomorrow we'll hide away
//We'll send out our ghosts to play, and tell them to stay

You pulled the blinds down from the windows
Said if anyone was looking
That would surely send the message:
'We have nothing to hide'

You put the mugs all in order
By size and by colour
If variety is such a spice
Our cupboards are thyme

//Is that rain I hear? Must be the train my dear
//Above us the sky is clear and evening draws near
//If tomorrow's another day, tomorrow we'll hide away
//We'll send out our ghosts to play, and tell them to stay
Track Name: Side
No-one ever told me it would feel like this
I can taste the apprehension hidden in your kiss
Ever passing hour feels like wasted time
Twenty days to live, and that's how I spend mine?

//Tell me we'll be fine, tell me it's alright
//Roll onto your side, turn off the bedroom light
//I can rest my eyes, but I cannot rest my mind
//So I'll find

Laughing over extra inches on our waists
Cannot shake the fear that I'll forget your taste
Joking is less funny when it's coming true
Do you know how much I'd rather be there too?

//Tell me we'll be fine, tell me it's alright
//Roll onto your side, turn off the bedroom light
//I can rest my eyes, but I cannot rest my mind
//It needs some time
Track Name: Undone
She tried to hold me for a while
She tried to whisper in my sleep
She tried to tell me not to go
I tried to tell her not to weep
She showed me pictures on her phone
Sitting in the empty room
She smoked the next 'last cigarette'
Said she's "really quitting soon"

In the two years I have known her
She has never shed a tear
But I guess I always told her
What she wanted to hear

We talked of things that we remembered
Every song we ever wrote
Every dissonant crescendo
Every fleeting passing note
Every tiny little worry
Every giant crushing fear
Every failure and triumph
She recounted in my ear

Every face that I encountered
That has changed my life for good
Every warning sign and red flag
I misunderstood
And I misunderstood

We agreed it was the end
Of a pretty decent run
And now the keys are given in
It can never be undone
And I probably wouldn't see her
For at least a little while
But I'm thankful that I knew her
And made her smile
And made her smile

//So if you see her, let me know