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Paper Ghosts

by Armada

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1.
I been up nights been sniffing out the clues keep getting pulled at by the gravity that hovers over you one hundred feet with jack and dennis on the door i saw the angles then, my friend we mixed them on the floor loafers, yachts, and microphones the ghost of illinois just bought a home plants the seeds and he prunes it right picks the fruit and names his handsome price mean as he please he tightens up the slack he builds the who entire scene with just one hand tied behind his back don't you rock the boat don't you ape the lights he's got 'em tuned up like a piano and he likes 'em nice and tight the cold producer knows his staff you disappear if you can't make him laugh (you never work in this town again) sucks on pennies, kiss the boss shine that blood up double cherry gloss don't leave me up to my devices again my devices are old and they're boring my friends don't leave me up to my devices again 'cause they're flooding my heart again
2.
Young Man 04:38
3.
Callanwolde 04:30
I heard you scratching ‘round my door I heard you breathing like a wolf out in the woods And I caught your story on the news It’s black as coal, I'd like to stumble into you I try to let it go Sit back and let it go See they raised me right Good kid, sweet boy (Black thoughts, bad boy) I heard you steal up in the night And I heard you breathe in all your evil at the door But I caught your shadow by surprise And I saw you freeze up As my tiger opened wide I tried to turn my cheek You would not let us be My heart’s in the way
4.
Nevada 05:18
Eyes are bright Cold and clear Can't somebody tell me what I'm missing here? Your hands are hard And the colors are clean How do you believe what I just couldn't believe? Your wings are wide And your ghosts are good How is it you never do the things that you should? Delicate eyes And a delicate touch True that you're a looker but it don't mean that much You're breaking the mold But you're breaking my heart Sometimes I get the feeling that you're playing the part Blacks for blues Hearts for heads I used to look for diamonds in the blood that you bled You dance for days And your dreams are deep Always seem to suffocate the brothers you keep You’re taking your time And I’m giving it too You got the kind of appetite professionals do Downtown sharing our bed Shake hands Shake heads Down by the river we stood Found out you never do us no good The soul is strong And the legs are lean Can't somebody tell me what the pieces mean? A ghost, a witch, a citizen Built a bed and we tucked them in In old Downtown by the river we stood Found out you never do us no good
5.
Beacon St. 04:32
It starts when the shadows press Down heavy on my sheets You ain’t looking at me I am holding my breath Childlike you’d answer Every question with your eyes Words that paralyze Words that paralyze And I try to fight it But your fingerprints are violent And they’re everywhere In vivid black and blue I start to wonder How distracted will I get When every move I make just Triggers an image of you Every time that neon light Ignites on Beacon Street Every time the war is on the news Every time it’s deep July The grinding of your teeth My God I’ll know That there’ll be no forgetting you Fresh starts and easy hearts Been closing the space between What I say and what I mean I been getting my swagger back ‘Round goes the calendar With good things on my mind Like history’s unkind I inherit no legacies I can’t believe it When I turn around and I see it After all this time Your ghost between sheets And I try to fight it But your memories are wild And their Technicolor shadows start to creep all over me Sit tight, it’s gonna hurt Stay right, but let it burn Bright lights will only set you free
6.
Badge & Gun 04:22
Only in the evening does he make his presence known A holy rollin' ocean at his feet Doctor doctor help this man He's sick on cigarettes again And stuck on pulling secrets from the deep Holy ghost nobody knows why he can't rest his weary soul "Come and play this part we've built for you." Don't you dare apologize Open up those crimson eyes Keep swimming in that phosphorescent blue. You are not you badge and gun Or everything to everyone Only in the evening do I make my presence known I got a holy rollin' ocean at my feet Doctor I don't wanna fight I'm out on new frontiers tonight Best you keep your distance when I dream Holy ghost I think you know Why I don't rest my weary bones I finally found me something I believe I'll never once apologize I'll open up my eager eyes Keep on swimming in that phosphorescent sea
7.
Up, Out 03:34
everybody in the white room you get a big old bruise, a big old bruise for breakfast. let the machinery bloom as the company mends the fences. they say that late last night somebody might have gone up and out and through the roof and yeah they say a lot, it's true I got a feeling I got a feeling about this one justice likes to listen to the voices in your head pretty little white plumes when we got the news the smoke went thick and restless. let the machinery burn, we put the chainsaw back in Texas there were no explosives no but the explosion oh it went up and out and through the roof and oh my god that's the sound of truth everybody from the white room, you get a party too between the curtains black and reckless let the millennium bloom in every black tie, gown & necklace. we got an exclusive use for these exclusive blues we put them up and out and through the roof oh my god that’s the sound of truth justice comes this evening for the skin you never shed justice comes this evening to put this shit to bed I knew I had a feeling had a feeling about this one...
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9.
Renaissance 04:09
I rose hell from a jail cell I couldn't count another crack in the floor Left blood and sweat on the prison gate When I ran out the front door But now I'm free I done my time as an Other One But I still can't shake the chill Gonna squeeze and heat with all my friends Gonna lose my breath and still I will be free When I die, when I die I hope you pour one out for me When I die, when I die I hope you'll be there Mr. Rigby, he goes and leans against the fence And he wonders where in heaven's name His wife has gone Mrs. Tom believes that her luck is heaven sent When from the depths of outer space She hears a song My lungs were tight in black and white I could not greet the moon Now every little drop of blood I taste Is the greatest little piece of news I see her there when the river's low And the streets begin to buzz The world has tilted on its feet 'Cause I find myself in love And I'm completely free Welcome to my renaissance 3, 2, 1, submission Cigarette butts and a little talk Are the tickets for admission
10.
Love You 06:15
i been wasting my time killing us slowly i just can’t adjust to this beast that erupts out of me i been listening so long to these dark little songs that control me they all say, "run for your life, there's promises you've got to keep. “you better make room for us and our baggage and such you're a sick son of a bitch but we love you so much and we're hungry and soon there'll be more mouths to feed." i'm a man of my word but these things that i heard were like sick little kids trying to fake a fever now i look in your eyes and the things i've denied and i know i was wrong i know i was wrong 'cause i love you you are my soul yes i love you i just thought you should know don’t wanna waste no more time killing us slowly i can't let us adjust to this voice that erupts out of me there’s smoke on the hill and fire in the trees and the crackle and hiss of electricity ‘cause the way that i’m wired is cold and exposed buy you’re sewing me up and i want you to know don’t wanna waste no more time killing us slowly i just can’t adjust to these words that erupt out of me

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"Paper Ghosts" is Armada at it's sleekest, with angular guitars, storytelling lyrics, choppy drums, and bits of raggedness that keeps it all from being over-polished. This is what would happen if Spoon, Wilco, and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club threw a pool party with Queens of the Stone Age scoring the water ballet.

credits

released August 28, 2012

Cody Page: Vocals & Guitar
Nick Champeau: Guitar & Keys
Jeremy Gruber: Bass & Keys
Eddie Core: Drums & Percussion

Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Mike Boden
Assistant Engineer: Brian Rosemeyer
Mastered By: Brian Lucey at Magic Garden Mastering, Columbus, OH
Recorded and Mixed at Kingsize Soundlabs and Cloud City2, Los Angeles, CA
Cover photo by:
© Callie Giovanna, www.calliegiovanna.com
Jacket layout: Kirk James

All songs written and arranged by Armada

Thank you:
Dave and Ronna Trumfio at Kingsize Soundlabs
Soultone Cymbals
FutureSonics
Cosmos and Evertune, Dave Widerman
Kirk James & nüco clothing
Sid and Bobbi Page
Lynn Capri
Alane and Howard Gruber
Elizabeth Newman
Christina Page
Amy Wallace, Benji Rogers and the PledgeMusic Crew (www.pledgemusic.com)
Stephen “Taco” Herring, Ron Sobel, Steve Winogradsky, Dan Kirkpatrick and the team at Win/So (www.winogradskysobel.com)
Kim Nieva at Engine House Music (www.enginehousemusic.com)
Matt Beard and the team at G2 Graphics
Darren Norton and Rainbo Records
Adam and Sylvia Hendershott (www.hendershotts.com)

A very special thank you to these three fine human beings for helping to keep this ship afloat:
Kat De La Rosa
Marco Santori
Guy Maeda

Armada wears nüco clothing www.nucoclothing.com
Eddie Core uses Soultone Cymbals
Eddie Core uses FutureSonics in-ear monitors
This project was partially funded through a campaign on www.PledgeMusic.com
Mike Boden smokes Camel cigarettes

Contact: info@armada-band.com
Press: sera@magictreeproductions.net
www.armada-band.com
www.facebook.com/armadaforpresident

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Armada Los Angeles, California

Armada are a powerful four piece cranking out soulful indie rock from the bleeding heart of Los Angeles. Brain meets brawn with sharp, earthy lyrics wrapped in classic, rough-and-tumble songwriting. This is what might happen if Spoon, Wilco, and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club threw a pool party with Queens of the Stone Age scoring the water ballet. ... more

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