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Estes Method
05:48
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We are spirits
We are not ghouls
We’d rather risk the fire of Hell
Than to have to suffer you fools
Static radio
And EVPs
You can gather all the instruments that money can buy
And still you’ll never have what you need
Speaking through an oracle
Knocking in the wall
Somewhere between your ears
You can hear us in the call, call, call
We take over your brainwaves
We take over your tongue
Take over your language
Until the words are done, done, done
We are long dead
Not alive
Yet we are pestered more
Than had we all survived
Come in my house
Try to measure my EMF
Tune in on your ghost box
Try to capture me in SLS
We are not afraid
To hunt the ghost hunter
We are most inclined
To hunt the ghost hunter
And if you want to know what we think
Come a little closer
Poltergeists and banshee howls
Our patience has worn thin as a veil
Cover your eyes
Cover your ears
You won’t believe
What you are about to hear
We are not afraid
To hunt the ghost hunter
We are not afraid
To hunt the ghost hunter
We’ll buzz around and make your brain
Feel like a hive of wasps
The more you seek to know the dead
The nearer to your corpse
We’re in the photographs
We wander your halls
We’re known to the hotel staff
And we work every New Year’s Ball
We are not afraid of dying
We’re already dead
You can ask us all of the questions that you like
We’re already impersonating the voices in your head
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Death Notices
04:01
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So you may look good for your age
May not have many aches and pains
But one day all of this will change
When death notices who you are
Don’t matter how many books you’ve read
Don’t matter what thoughts have crossed your mind
Don’t matter whether your eyes are blue or red
When death notices you, there ain’t no time
Death notices
Death notices
If you read it there in the morning paper
You wouldn’t believe it’s true
Don’t really matter what you’ve done
Don’t matter who you think you were
When the time has come
And death notices who you are
Have you read what they wrote in the obituaries?
Do you think they had yours prepared?
You never were the type to mind the actuaries
But death notices and takes the time to care
Death notices
Death notices
Took until you had finished reading the obituary
That you realized that it was written about you
No one remembers what you got right
No one remembers what you got wrong
Despite your pleas for accuracy
No one remembers anything at all
Death notices
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Grave Domain
06:57
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I know you are not ready
No one is ever ready
But I have come to make it easier on you
And to help you find your way
I’ll lead and you will follow
I am not here to harm you
For dying’s so much very different than death
That’s what all the dead souls say
I know you are not ready
No one is ever ready
This line of work is steady
I’ve led so many back home
And I notice that often the closer they get
The more that they feel alone
But this is where you’re going
This is a grave domain
I can help only so far
Then you’ll need bear your own weight
You’re not the first to do this
You will not be the last
There’s nothing that you’ll need there
But you’ll need bear your own weight
Do you know where you came from
Do you know how things were
Before you came to exist
Ere time itself existed
But this is where you’re going
This is a grave domain
I can help only so far
Then you’ll need bear your own weight
You’re not the first to do this
You will not be the last
There’s nothing that you’ll need there
But you’ll need bear your own weight
And here the psychopomp waits
As dusk fades into night
As evening’s shadows grow long
As the shadows grow long
I know you are not ready
No one is ever ready
But this is where you’re going
This is a grave domain
I can help only so far
Then you’ll need bear your own weight
You’re not the first to do this
You will not be the last
There’s nothing that you’ll need there
But you’ll need bear your own weight
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Across the Acheron
05:51
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I am the ferryman
I transport the dead
Across the river to the Underworld
In their greatest moment of dread
I take your coin change
I protect your soul
As you become a part of the land of the dead
And the afterlife unfolds
Let me guide you
Across the Acheron
Let me guide you
Across the Acheron
I know the conduit
Through the battlements and the bray
Across the river to the Underworld
I will help you to get away
Come take the challenge
Be ready to depart yourself
As you become a part of the land of the dead
And the leaves are all that’s left
I am the paragon
I will be your eyes
Across time and through the movement
Between the truth and the lies
I am the ballast
That balances this raging tide
You have to face the rain and the lightning
There is no place to hide
Let me guide you
Across the Acheron
Let me guide you
I am the ferryman
I transport the dead
Across the river to the Underworld
In their greatest moment of dread
I take your coin change
I protect your soul
As you become a part of the land of the dead
And the afterlife unfolds
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Protector of the Graves
03:48
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Have We Been Here Before
05:01
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Have we been here before?
We all shine on. Shine on.
I believe after life the spirit lives on
It's a journey without end
Whatever's precious to you now
Will it stand, stand the test of time?
And all those faces in the crowd
Seem so familiar to you now
And though I've never walked this street before
Somehow I feel, I feel I know it so well
Have we been here before?
We all shine on
Have we been here before?
We all shine on. Shine on.
We move between two points in time
And question the existence of if all
Is it fact or is it fantasy?
What lies in wait, waiting for us all
And when we leave, will we return again?
Only to wear a new disguise?
And while this world, it keeps on turning
Will there be a place where both become one?
Have we been here before?
We all shine on
Have we been here before?
We all shine on
We exist beyond reason
No explanation for it all
We've been searching tor it everywhere
We've done it all before
Have we been here before?
We all shine on
Have we been here before?
We all shine on
And all those faces in the crowd
Seem so familiar to me now
And though I've never walked this street before
Somehow I feel, I feel I know it so well
Have we been here before?
We all shine on
Have we been here before?
We all shine on and on
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7. |
Deth Bed
07:15
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Hanging here on the edge of a cliff
Got a gallows humor
Bedridden and falling adrift
Death comes direct to consumer
Been better, but rarely worse
Something got my goat
Looking down into the valley below
Wondering how long I’d float
Been worse, but rarely keen
I thought I’d bide my time
Fall into a dream, fall in the abyss
Things aren’t always what they seem
Everybody got a little bit of humor
Everybody got a little bit of pain
Everybody got a pit in their stomach
Everybody got an ache to remain
Everybody got a little bit of humor
Everybody got a little bit of dirt
Everybody got a little bit of laugh
Everybody got an awful lot of hurt
Hanging here on the edge of a cliff
Got a gallows humor
Maybe its a dream, maybe its a rift
And maybe I’m the captain of a schooner
Hanging here in my dying bed
The things that go through your mind
Maybe they’re the only things you ever had
Or maybe they just help you bide your time
Everybody got a little bit of humor
Everybody got a little bit of pain
Everybody got a pit in their stomach
Everybody got an ache to remain
Everybody gets there sooner or later
Everybody gets to see their way out
Everybody gets what they deserve
Everybody gets to scream and shout
Everybody got a little bit of freedom
Everybody got a little bit of sour
Everybody got a little bit of hatred
Everybody got a little bit of power
Everybody got a little bit of humor
Everybody got a little bit of rust
Everybody got a little metal coin
Everybody tries to see through the dust
Everybody got a little bit of honor
Everybody got a little bit of tart
Everybody got a little bit of horror
Once they realize what’s in their heart
Everybody got a little bit of humor
Everybody got a gag or two
Everybody got a favorite joke
Everybody knows that the joke’s on you
Everybody got a little bit of evil
Everybody got a little bit of spite
Everybody got a little bit of heaven
Everyone’s a devil on a Saturday night
Everybody got a little bit of humor
Everybody got pain for days
Everybody got bills in the ashtray
Everybody got to get away
Everybody got a little bit of humble
Everybody got a little bit of brag
Everybody got a ghost in the closet
Everybody got a monkey in the bag
Everybody got a little bit of humor
Everybody got a mountain of soap
Everybody want to slip off to sleep
And wake up in the morning with a newfound hope
Everybody got a little bit of bumble
Everybody got a little bit of bee
Everybody need a little bit of coffee
Everybody need a little bit of tea
Everybody got a little bit of humor
Everybody got miles to go
Everybody want to see their own footprints
Following behind them in the new fallen snow
Everybody got a little bit of heartache
Everybody got a little bit of life
Not long, but it’s all we’ve got
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Grave Domain Baltimore, Maryland
"I take your coin change / I protect your soul / As you become a part of the land of the dead / And the afterlife unfolds"
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