Gilded Ghostbox

by Area Man

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released May 19, 2017

All words and music by Area Man
Guitar on Truce by Local Youth

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Track Name: Paleodestiny
Someday someone will find you there
Melted plastic and matted hair
Will they feel your icy Glow
Hypostasize what they can't know

We know your lies
We know your lines
We fill our hearts
with your blood
We know your mind
we know your eyes
We feel our hearts
with your blood

Will they know your eyes were blue
When they're staring deep into you
When they're done will they let you go
Crush your bones and disseminate your soul
Track Name: Dystopia
That twenty-first-century rot has set in
Everyone I know is dead or dyin'

All our debt is worth more than our dreams
But, can this world really be as dead as it seems?

It's feeling like Dystopia
Pull the hammer back, push the needle in

I'm living life in Dystopia
Can the shadows of this world obscure my sins?

Woke up this morning to a corpse in my yard
Dead eyes dreaming of a world better than this

Traded a needle in his arm for the gun in his hand
Then they picked him up...threw him in a garbage can

It's feeling like Dystopia
Pull the hammer back, push the needle in

I'm living life in Dystopia
Can the shadows of this world obscure my sins?


We Are Living in Dystopia
We can't escape our Myopia
We Are living in Dystopia
Mass eleutherophobia
Track Name: Truce
I'm not afraid of the enemy
just what's inside of you and me
all the fear and all the hate
all the horrors they perpetrate

I won't cower to a demagogue
I'm not impressed by a gilded god
I only worry this obscenity
is somehow a part of me

I saw your smile
from across the blasted trench
White teeth scattered
as I pulled the trigger

I'm not afraid of the fucking Russians
I'm not afraid of the fucking Muslims
I'm afraid of boundless riches
Avarice and how it bewitches

I won't cower to a demagogue
I'm not impressed by a gilded god
I only worry this obscenity
is somehow a part of me

I don't have to hate you
to annihilate you
I still kept the notes you gave me
during our Christmas truce

You learn to accept it
no need to resent it
we all walk across these bones
our legacy is rape and death
Track Name: Whispers
She emerges from the shadows
stumbling emaciated
she tries to cry out
but her parched throat will only whisper

We are your filthy secret
Crying behind locked doors
Bought and sold by men in power
Our bodies defiled and abused

Countless children each year
are murdered brutalized and raped
used as toys for the wealthy
and this brutality is videotaped

We are your filthy secret
Dying behind locked doors
Our lives have been stolen
So our terror could be broadcast to you
Track Name: Bog
How can you learn the secrets
of the universe
When your tiny primate mind
can't even explain itself?

Swallowed by rumbling death
phosphorus as incense
we study our reflection in the mud
plucking flowers of asphodel

Try as you may to deify
your rationality
You only find the limits
of your intellect

Are our minds a light out of this bog
of misery and death?
If they can lead us in
can they lead us out?

They really are
They really are
out of their minds
out of their minds
Track Name: Two Carthaginians
Who voted for the Barcids?
Sagacious Hanno cried “South!”
But ancient hatreds trump reason
And Ba'al’s honored struck Iberia

I sang a song against Hannibal’s crimes
But I have forgotten it
I do remember,
You drew a caricature and hung it on
Our bedroom wall

I laughed at how you drew him
Fat from theft
An absurd quaff
Woven from stolen gold
Ill-perched upon a protesting pachyderm

I still grieve for
Those wide-eyed titans
Starving in alpine ice
And at Cannea
Anguished trumpeting
An elephant's foot is lacerated
by crushed roman armor
Another shakes the earth
As he dies in confused terror
One among a chorus
Of eighty thousand screams

Still, here we are
Blameless…
Standing in salted sand
Laid waste by vulgar hands
Gold gilded over grime
Now but aurous bones
Lining this desolate cenotaph
We can finally celebrate our righteousness
But where are they who voted for the Barcids?
Who is left to hear our derision?
Track Name: Bleached Skulls
When you made the call
their cities burned
And you wonder
"What were their names?"
do they know yours


Burnt twisted fingers
curl around your neck
Taste the ashen tongue
of those you put to death

Are you so sure of
your nobility
that when you sleep
you don't hear
them howl your name

Burnt twisted fingers
curl around your neck
Taste the ashen tongue
of those you put to death


An ardent orison howled in unison
The songs of Bleached white skulls echo from unhallowed ground

Bleached skulls
crying
Bleached skulls
accusing
Bleached Skulls
Howling
Bleached skulls
know your name
Track Name: Ghostbox
Freedom isn't free
but we'll take credit
for everything you need

We'll raise your line
until you bite the hook
and then it's our time to feed

This is the neo-gilded age
American is a dead mall

just give the power
to the man in the
golden tower

He'll raise the line
'till you bite the hook
and then it's his time to feed
Track Name: Mill
I try not to lay the blame
on anyone but myself
but how can I control
rules set up before I was born

So it is, shit runs downhill
which seems okay until your on bottom
The mill of souls
grinds even the fattest of us all

You prey on our basest self
ripping at our very subconscious
filled with visions of hate
before we have a chance to question

Your bleeding is leading us
to find our blood elsewhere
what you take from us
we will steal back from the weak

Turn the mill
Grind the bones
Mind the mill
each of us gets a turn

From the top
to the bottom
we are each
crushed beneath the wheel
Track Name: Colombina
I reach out to touch you dear
my hands go through your hair
You're not where I dreamed you'd be
I'm not who you prayed I'd be

Colombina look at the moon tonight
Colombina and know its the same for me
Colombina look at the moon tonight
Colombina the rabbit will sing you to sleep

My darling dear
The moon is beautiful
as it shines its pale light
and though we are far apart
separated by oceans of cruelty
know things will be alright

Colombina there is no moon tonight
Colombina the rabbit is dead