Time is Gravity

by Ghost Ghost

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This is our debut EP from late 2008, featuring what one fan called "everything you need to create your own multiverse."


released November 1, 2008

Tim Ireland: drums, backing vocals, heat-sink
Kevin Peckham: bass, lead vocals (tracks 1, 3, 4, 5), backing vocals, piano, organ
Karl Ward: guitar, lead vocals (track 2), harmony vocals, percussion, piano

Recorded at Trout Recording and Chimera Sound
Mixed with Adam Chimera at Chimera Sound
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music

Spectroheliograph photo/image provided courtesy of the Naval Research Laboratory
Band photo by Jesse Huffman
Jacket design by irelandstudios.com and Ghost Ghost

Tracks 1, 3, 4, 5 Copyright © 2008 Peckham
Track 2 Copyright © 2008 Ward
Lyrics reprinted by permission
All recordings Copyright (p) 2008 Ireland, Peckham, Ward

This work is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 US, and anybody caught fooling around with it, will be mighty good friends of ours, cause we believe art should live and breathe and be shared. Spin it. Share it. Chop it up and remix it. Sing to it. Swing to it. Yodel to it from the top of Mt. Everest. We recorded it and put it out there to be heard.




Ghost Ghost New York, New York

Ghost Ghost is an indie pop trio lead by singer / songwriters Karl Ward and Kevin Peckham with multi-instrumentalist Mark Christensen.

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Track Name: Unreal City
The rain looks like static,
I'm confessing to my window pane.
She don't answer,
Don't know what she'd say anyway.
Somewhere, someone is reading
1984 for the first time.

The rain looks like Vaseline on a lens.
She's undressing behind the blinds.
She don't watch her reflection,
She learned not to trust it last time.
Somewhere, someone is reading
The Catcher in the Rye for the first time.

The rain looks like rain again,
It's running down the other side of the window.
I wave at new friends,
I pull the blinds.
Somewhere, someone is reading
Slaughterhouse-Five for the first time.