fetal position in my favorite chair,
feeling unwell but as yet unaware.
sledding down the back stairs just to pass the time.
oh, what earthly happiness was mine.
it's years before i'll say it for myself
but i need help.
i need help.
christmas eve, the same old altar call
never made much difference after all.
backseat, engine-warm, i'm heavy bored,
crushed beneath the spirit of the Lord.
i'm sick to death of living for myself
but i need help.
i need help.
dark pines
hide the horizon line.
they shadow my eyes;
oh, but they're friends of mine.
made believe i saw you in the dark.
made believe my soul had felt a spark.
still eat and drink what doesn't satisfy.
still wonder, did the old me really die?
i'm stuck inside a myth i made myself
and i need help.
i need help,
help.
credits
from Ghost House,
released April 15, 2019
hpl - acoustic guitar, vocals.
I'm in awe of the stories Eric tells with such an economy of words here. The magnificent arrangements and weighty vocals, which seem always about to fade into sigh or groan, also help. Harrison Lemke
I made a video game, and this is the soundtrack by my Casiotone guitar pop / ambient / experimental music project. That's a weird digression but sometimes life is like that. Harrison Lemke