Unexpected Guest

by gia greene

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vox, rhythm guitar - gia greene
drums - chris "kraken" wright
bass - mike "big boy mikey" g
lead guitar - eliot "schmeliot" neff

lyrics and songwriting - gia greene

mixing and production - chris wright
mastering - nate patsfall

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released March 31, 2018

thank you to Super Wimpy Punch, Post-Trash, Allston Pudding, and Illegally Blind for collaborating with this release. personal thanks to chris wright, mike g, ryan walas, friends and family, and my mum.

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Track Name: Unexpected Guest
we were wasted then but not much better now
staring down at the shower drain
watching soap and sins wash away
i'll re-watch the same films til i can't stay awake
well acquainted with the couches of strangers
when i'm asleep, i dream away the danger

and you're starting to think i was the worst idea you've ever had (oh no, oh no)
i'm the unexpected guest at your party catching angry glances (oh no)
i stepped on glass outside the bar and it's starting to hurt real bad
sitting on the sidelines watching people dancing and it's starting to make me sad
yeah it's starting to make me sad
why won't they dance with me?
is it cuz i'm not pretty?

people wave and smile but i don't know who they are
when i'm walking down the stairs, i start to fear they'll vanish in the air
and i'm trying so hard to cut off my bad habits
bite me like your cigarettes
and i'll clear the score of all my debts

and you're starting to think i was the worst idea you've ever had (oh no, oh no)
i'm the unexpected guest at your party catching angry glances (oh no)
i stepped on glass outside the bar and it's starting to hurt real bad
sitting on the sidelines watching people dancing and it's starting to make me sad
yeah it's starting to make me sad
why won't they dance with me?
is it cuz i'm not pretty?

i'm going home
back to my old tea and toast
winter was a gracious host
they won't find me there either
cuz i'll be just floating in the aether
and i don't care
but i want you to love me
can't you stop and hold me?
hold me

and you're starting to think i was the worst idea you've ever had (oh no, oh no)
i'm the unexpected guest at your party catching angry glances (oh no)
stepped on glass outside the bar and it's starting to hurt real bad
sitting on the sidelines watching people dancing and it's starting to make me sad
yeah, it's starting to make me sad
why won't they dance with me? is it cuz i'm not pretty?
Track Name: Ghost Party
this phantom's following me
everywhere and anywhere
she's standing next to me at empty stations
staring, looking deep into my eyes
to see what she'll pull into her late-night evocations

but this evening, the door is closed
bags packed and ready to go
i'm headed off to the place where the ghosts don't know
some dark sad bar with flickering lights
maybe i'll make friends with other haunted people tonight

the hotel's vacancy is welcoming,
it's beckoning to me with
promises of peace and quiet
but when i slip into bed
she's standing there, caught unaware
as she makes her way inside my head again

but this evening, the door is closed
bags packed and ready to go
i'm headed off to the place where the ghosts don't know
some dark sad bar with flickering lights
maybe i'll make friends with other haunted people tonight

please don't follow me anymore
don't touch my bruises, they're very sore
they're very sore

but this evening, the door is closed
bags packed and ready to go
i'm headed off to the place where the ghosts don't know
some dark sad bar with flickering lights
maybe i'll make friends with other haunted people tonight
maybe i'll make friends with other haunted people tonight
maybe i'll make friends with other haunted people tonight
Track Name: Hands Up
black clouds swim into the domed city
they won't disappear but i guess they seem pretty
in the darkness, shots are ringing out,
i peek out from blinds and see hands go up, bodies fall down

these are the times we try to see jesus in a slice of toast
angels in curtain folds at a funeral
and i cannot think of a time when i've stopped waiting for a sign
that i am okay, you are okay, everything will be fine

seeking solace in a soulless place
i can only hide for so long before coming face to face
with the tragic circumstance of a system built on blood
even though my hands are red, i'll never let them cut off my tongue

these are the times we try to see jesus in a slice of toast
angels in curtain folds at a funeral
and i cannot think of a time when i've stopped waiting for a sign
that i am okay, you are okay, everything will be fine
Track Name: Last Drop
give all the boys a prize to set their eyes upon
there's danger hidden in freckles that constellate my firmament
can't you see the thorns protruding through translucent milky flesh?
i am not your empty spectre
i'm the wind coursing over the skyline

put this collar on my neck and i'll tear it off
with claws like saws that cut through the fabric of your insecurity
try to gain my sympathy and i'll spit and you and scoff
i'll brush away your existence like floaters in my periphery

kneeling down, you lap up my ashes from the concrete
hope to catch your gaze through the haze of cigarette smoke
but i choke out your words before your first bow is drawn
i'll never be the holy vision you conceived of me in fever dreams

put this collar on my neck and i'll tear it off
with claws like saws that cut through the fabric of your insecurity
try to gain my sympathy and i'll spit and you and scoff
i'll brush away your existence like floaters in my periphery

sip on this golden chalice
crooked pupils gaze upon you
watch your visage as you search for meaning in the dregs
but all that remains is a facsimile of my desire
goes down sweet but the aftertaste sours your mouth
reminds you of your first sip of whiskey as a teen
burned your throat, you swore off the stuff
til you kept coming back for a second pour
but i put the bottle right back on the shelf
saved the last drop all for myself
all for myself
all for myself
Track Name: Unclean
caught in the saddened gaze of corporate babes
i'm fine with eating off the gum-stained streets
dirt under fingernails that won't come loose
it's in the game i play to show you who i am

dirty hair and i don't care about the sacred mess
cuz stars are crawling from my pores and falling on my dress
adorned with all that lies within, and i'm not changing now
i'm unclean and i won't let you dim the brightness of my plough

girls in the bathroom sporting coiffed-up 'do's
i'm a holy mess but i say good for you
they're breathing down my neck to sit up straight
i know they see my life as one big mistake

dirty hair and i don't care about the sacred mess
cuz stars are crawling from my pores and falling on my dress
adorned with all that lies within, and i'm not changing now
i'm unclean and i won't let you dim the brightness of my plough
the brightness of my plough
the brightness of my plough
Track Name: The Mystic
like a waitress carrying plates of burnt food
the scent of disappointment floats across the room
i let my eyes wander to an open window
where i see a couple lean against their white picket fence

the mystic handed me her gun
she said don't shoot it too close to the sun
for you'll turn the whole world dark once more
so i aimed for the moon and she crumbled down
like white sand kissing the ocean floor

my body's weary, it's time to rest my head
but it's hard to fall asleep when you no longer have a bed
the evening wraps me in a cloak of the night
fills the void you left in me when you tried to take away my light

the mystic handed me her gun
she said don't shoot it too close to the sun
for you'll turn the whole world dark once more
so i aimed for the moon and she crumbled down
like white sand kissing the ocean floor
Track Name: Pomegranate
tarot cards with dog-eared edges sitting in my lap
tell me things i don't wanna hear
i don't wanna know what's gonna happen to be in a year
i'm always pulling cards that are upside-down
they hold the mirror to my face and leave me feeling so debased

cut open this pomegranate
let the juice run down your fingers
hold my blood and body in your hands
and let me linger
please just let me
linger

cicadas drone
perched upon the gravestones of the dead
looking at the epitaph, i see my fate reflected in a single date
the sempiternal bounty's on my head
i wait for hallowed figures to approach me with the trigger

cut open this pomegranate
let the juice run down your fingers
hold my blood and body in your hands
and let me linger
please just let me
linger
Track Name: What Was
walking through the spaces you once occupied
like an apparition seeking contrition, you pass through me to hide
you left yourself scattered in pieces on the bricks
but now the blueprint's gone, i'm prostrate on the lawn with sidewalks to fix

but i never really knew
which parts of the book were false and which were true
caught myself splitting into two
but i stopped it all before giving the best half to you

glancing at the vestiges of what once was
like holy water, my tears are fodder for turning the past to dust
sitting in the boiler room waiting for the rust
but i see rising flames, i don't know who to blame and i don't know who to trust

and i never really knew
which parts of the book were false and which were true
caught myself splitting into two
but i stopped it all before giving the best half to you

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