Only Yesterday

indie folk, acoustic folk, fingerstyle guitar, ASMR, field recording, ambient fire sounds, ambient, dark ambient, field recordings, ethereal vocalizations

STUDIO

[Intro]

[Slow, rhythmic fingerpicking]
Yeah I’m still here.....somewhere

[Low humming]
Hmm-mmm-mm...

[Verse 1]
The kettle’s screaming in the kitchen, but nobody’s home (nobody‘s home)
Just the dust motes dancing in a light of their own
I leave the windows open just to feel the bite of the air
But I walk through the kitchen and no one sees me there 
(no they dont see me)
I’ve been rattling the handles, I’ve been pacing the floor
Trying to remember what I came in here for...

[Chorus]
And o—ohhh, the walls are getting thinner (getting thinner now)
O—ohhh, I’m fading out for dinner (O—ohhh—ohhh)
They say this house is haunted by a spirit old and grey
But I’m just the man who lived here... only yesterday.
(just yesterday) (just yesterday)

[Verse 2]
There’s a young girl in the garden, she’s planting the mums
(planting the mums)
She looks like someone I once loved, back when we were young
(so young)
I tried to tap her shoulder, tried to tell her a joke
But the words in my throat just turned into smoke (smoke and air)
She shivered for a second, then she looked right through my chest
And went back to the soil, put the memory to rest.

[Chorus]
O—ohhh, the walls are getting thinner (O—ohhh—ohhh) 
 (getting thinner now)
O—ohhh, I’m fading out for dinner (O—ohhh—ohhh) 
They say this house is haunted by a spirit old and grey
But I’m just the man who lived here... only yesterday.

[Bridge]

[Guitar slows down, heavier bass notes]
The "ghost" doesn't scream, no, he doesn't wear a shroud (no shroud)
He just forgets how to speak his own name out loud
(his own name out loud)
He knocks over a vase with a shaking, heavy hand
And they call it a "poltergeist" they don't understand (they dont understand)
They look at the photos on the mantle in the hall
And they don't see the man who’s leaning ‘gainst the wall.

[Verse 3]

[Quiet, intimate vocal]
Then I caught my own reflection in the glass of the door
A pale, hollowed stranger I’d never seen before
He didn't have a pulse, he didn't have a spark
Just a mind like a candle guttering out in the dark
The "haunting" isn't death, no, it's something much worse
It's being a stranger... in your own universe.

[Outro]

[Strumming slows to a crawl]
I’m still in the armchair... I’m still in the room...
But I’m miles and miles away in a different kind of tomb.  (O—ohhh—ohhh) 
The doctor says "Dementia," but the grandkids say "A Ghost." 
 (O—ohhh—ohhh) 
I’m the one who stayed behind, but I’m the one who’s lost the most.
(I've lost the most.....)
O—ohhh... 
I’m still here. (I'm still here)

I think.

Hmm-mmm-mm...

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[Intro] [Slow, rhythmic fingerpicking] Yeah I’m still here.....somewhere [Low humming] Hmm-mmm-mm... [Verse 1] The kettle’s screaming in the kitchen, but nobody’s home (nobody‘s home) Just the dust motes dancing in a light of their own I leave the windows open just to feel the bite of the air But I walk through the kitchen and no one sees me there (no they dont see me) I’ve been rattling the handles, I’ve been pacing the floor Trying to remember what I came in here for... [Chorus] And o—ohhh, the walls are getting thinner (getting thinner now) O—ohhh, I’m fading out for dinner (O—ohhh—ohhh) They say this house is haunted by a spirit old and grey But I’m just the man who lived here... only yesterday. (just yesterday) (just yesterday) [Verse 2] There’s a young girl in the garden, she’s planting the mums (planting the mums) She looks like someone I once loved, back when we were young (so young) I tried to tap her shoulder, tried to tell her a joke But the words in my throat just turned into smoke (smoke and air) She shivered for a second, then she looked right through my chest And went back to the soil, put the memory to rest. [Chorus] O—ohhh, the walls are getting thinner (O—ohhh—ohhh) (getting thinner now) O—ohhh, I’m fading out for dinner (O—ohhh—ohhh) They say this house is haunted by a spirit old and grey But I’m just the man who lived here... only yesterday. [Bridge] [Guitar slows down, heavier bass notes] The "ghost" doesn't scream, no, he doesn't wear a shroud (no shroud) He just forgets how to speak his own name out loud (his own name out loud) He knocks over a vase with a shaking, heavy hand And they call it a "poltergeist" they don't understand (they dont understand) They look at the photos on the mantle in the hall And they don't see the man who’s leaning ‘gainst the wall. [Verse 3] [Quiet, intimate vocal] Then I caught my own reflection in the glass of the door A pale, hollowed stranger I’d never seen before He didn't have a pulse, he didn't have a spark Just a mind like a candle guttering out in the dark The "haunting" isn't death, no, it's something much worse It's being a stranger... in your own universe. [Outro] [Strumming slows to a crawl] I’m still in the armchair... I’m still in the room... But I’m miles and miles away in a different kind of tomb. (O—ohhh—ohhh) The doctor says "Dementia," but the grandkids say "A Ghost." (O—ohhh—ohhh) I’m the one who stayed behind, but I’m the one who’s lost the most. (I've lost the most.....) O—ohhh... I’m still here. (I'm still here) I think. Hmm-mmm-mm...

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