Ghosts & Bubblegum

by Oh My Love

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released May 6, 2016

All songs written, produced, and engineered by Oh My Love

Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway Studios

Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

Thank you to Norwei for his creative contributions to Foolish Wait, ChaChaCha, Bang Bang, and Spark.

Bang Bang
Originally written by Shaffer Smith, Sonny Bono, Charles Harmon

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Track Name: Foolish Wait
Will you tell me?
That all this gold, that all this gold is a game?
It's a monetary gain.
It's a monetary gain.
It's a monetary gain.
It's a monetary gain.

Could you tell me?
This monetary gain, this monetary gain is a waste?

It's a foolish wait.
It's a foolish weight.

Are you dreaming of a far away land like I am?
Can you tell me is this real or are we pretend?
Are we pretend?
Are we pretend?
Are we pretend?

It's a foolish wait.
It's a foolish weight.

When the sun's high and the water is low,
And my skin has fallen with the cold -
Will you wait for me?
Will you wait for me
Down in the valley?
Down in the valley.

Are you dreaming of a far way land like I am?
Can you tell me is this real or are we pretend?
Are we pretend, are we pretend?

It's a foolish wait.
Track Name: Strawberries
I kick and scream just another bad dream, from another world - from another time.
I wake up and my room's a mess, don't know what happened last night.
Darlin, did we have a fight? Was I sleepwalking in my mind?
Now there's feathers in our bed and broken glass underneath our feet.

Will we mend what's bent and broken? [I think we can]
Will we mend what's bent and broken? [I think we can]

Strawberries on the floor, the cold hard floor.
Red like blood on the walls, was a fortune that she called.
Can you comprehend that your word's indifferent - to what I meant - to what I meant - to what I meant.

Will we mend what's bent and broken? [I think we can]
Will we mend what's bent and broken? [I think we can]
Will we mend what's bent and broken? [I think we can]
Will we mend what's bent and broken? [I think we can]

I woke up like this.
Track Name: ChaChaCha
I got pictures of you, dark around your eyes /dark around your eyes.
I got pictures of you, dark around your eyes / dark around your eyes.

This fast frame poison rain in my veins got me going, you got me going.
This fast frame poison rain in my veins got me going, you got me going.

I got pictures of you, dark around your eyes [oh oh] dark around your eyes.
I got pictures of you, dark around your eyes [oh oh] dark around your eyes.

You're a piece of the night and you can't touch the light, but you feel all the red in me.
You feel all the red in me, yeah you feel all the red in me.

I got pictures of you, dark around your eyes [oh oh] dark around your eyes.
I got pictures of you, dark around your eyes [oh oh] dark around your eyes.

Ooooo ooo oooooo, your eyes, your eyes

Ooooo, in the distant light that I cannot see,
what would we be, without our memories?
Are we ready, are you ready?
I got pictures of you, dark around your eyes dark around your eyes.

And I got pictures of you, dark around your eyes [oh oh] dark around your eyes.
And I got pictures of you, dark around your eyes [oh oh] dark around your eyes.

Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes. Oooo.
Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes. Oooo.
Track Name: Sinking
Wishing at the stars, wondering, waiting.
Chasing games, no bed frames.
Sinking trails, wind in paper sails.
And the boys were throwing princes in [to blue].

They were sinking green into blue.
They were sinking green into blue.
They were sinking green into blue.
They were sinking green into blue.

She always told me, just be friends.
But I couldn't help, I couldn't help but love them.
And their mean words, from little tongues.
And backs pushed up against lockers meant -

It meant nothing to me then.
It meant nothing to me then.
It meant nothing to me then - to me then.

I was sinking green into blue.
I was sinking green into blue.
I was sinking green into blue.
I was sinking green into blue.

Dreams of trees are burning in my paper memory,
And holes are kept where he once slept - in my-
In my paper memory.
In my paper memory.

We are dancing green into blue.
We are dancing green into blue.
We are dancing green into blue.
We are dancing green into blue.
Track Name: Bang Bang
I was five and he was six,
We rode on horses made of sticks.
He wore black and I wore white,
He would always win the fight.

Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up I called him mine,
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play Bang Bang?"

Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Now he's gone I don't know why
And 'til this day sometimes I cry
He didn't say goodbye, he didn't even lie.

Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

[Down]

Music played and people sang,
Just for me, just for me the church bells rang.

Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Track Name: Penthouse
Rooftop nicotine.
City views and shots at five stories.
We were reckless, throwing cards from the penthouse.

We were high, we were good, long hair down her skin.
We were high, we were good, long hair down her skin.

We'd sit aside lakes and dive into the deeps,
I miss my room on Wilson, tanned skin,
And headaches in the morning.

I miss my room on Wilson, and headaches in the morning.
I miss my room on Wilson, and headaches in the morning.

We were high, we were good, long hair down her skin.
We were high, we were good, long hair down her skin.

Nostalgia rings for my friends and time spent
Running hard to win in air so thick, we were high, we were high.

We were high, we were good, long hair down her skin.
We were high, we were good, long hair down her skin.

We were high.
We were high.


In the penthouse.
Track Name: Grips
Stages and prints and no nonsense.
Fields and friends, space to no end.
I'm coming to grips, I'm coming to grips with you.

The ages and miles of the stones that we throw
Collect to keep our windows
We break with our children's prints
We forget their names, then we...

I'm coming to grips, I'm coming to grips with you.
I'm coming to grips, I'm coming to grips with you.
I'm coming to grips, I'm coming to grips with you.
I'm coming to grips, I'm coming to grips with you.

Commit to the ground, we're all tied to our crowns
We build up walls only to tear them all down.
"Say we're the right ones! Say we're the right ones, the others are wrong!"

...I'm coming to grips, I'm coming to grips with you.
I'm coming to grips, I'm coming to grips with you.
I'm coming to grips, I'm coming to grips with you.
I'm coming to grips, I'm coming to grips with you.

Stages and prints and no nonsense.
Track Name: Mt. Hope
There’s a cloud over Brooklyn
There’s a fog in my town
One hundred years - hanging around

Carry him, carry him into his bed
Lay him down to rest
Carry him, carry him into his bed
Lay him down

Sweep you under, sweet you are her
Watch him lowered in the wind
While the aching trees bloom and bend
Faltered steps, your black best, now grass grows where iron slept
I wish he would look at me with one more breath.

Carry him, carry him into his bed
Lay him down to rest
Carry him, carry him into his bed
Lay him down

——- instrumental

I can't remember

Carry him, carry him into his bed
Lay him down to rest
Carry him, carry him into his bed
Lay him down

There’s a cloud over Brooklyn, there’s a fog in my town.
Track Name: Colors
Your hands around me, gently.
The angles of your face swell
And your mouth and all it’s quiet

Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about

Why do my thoughts fold in patterns around you?
Did you know, did you know that everywhere I turn these eyes see and double?
Did you know, did you know that you are made of perfect colors?
Atoms splitting, breaking just like all the rest - making this darkness.

Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about

Tremors shake the depths of my breathing
When lonesome overcomes my mindset
Only you can shake this empty

Am I wrong, am I wrong for wanting this?
Am I wrong, am I wrong for wanting this?
Am I wrong, am I wrong for wanting this?
Am I wrong, am I wrong for wanting this?

Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Track Name: Spark
When the light comes.

A spark, of little papers torn apart.
Where all my thoughts fall from.
In a tiny mess, of neurons lead-
in a tiny mess, of neurons lead-

My mind's a fading glimpse of the limelight, my lips on his.
My mind's a fading glimpse of the limelight, my lips on his.

Repeat, repeat, I hit the snooze again.
As the light plays tricks on me!
I don't remember anything, sunlight on the trees, diving onto hands and knees.
Sunlight on the trees, diving onto hands and knees.

My mind's a fading glimpse of the limelight, my lips on his.
My mind's a fading glimpse of the limelight, my lips on his.

I'm waiting for that spark to come,
but with my youth it's gone gone gone.

Gone gone gone
Gone gone gone

My mind's a fading glimpse of the limelight, my lips on his.
My mind's a fading glimpse of the limelight, my lips on his.