Scott Andrew - lo-fi acoustic pop superhero!

I intended to write a spooky tune for Halloween, but failed utterly. And given the global financial-ocalypse and the upcoming election, there’s already plenty to be creeped out about. And also this song has “ghost” in the title so I guess that’ll have to do.

Instead of spooky, I bring you angry. I wrote this tune back in February and although I meant it to be a mostly acoustic number, I was heavily under the influence of Bob Mould’s latest and convinced that the world could really use more electric guitars going BWA-NA-NA-NA-NA over everything.

(As for the lyrics: open to interpretation. Feel free to superimpose your favorite psychosocial meatgrinder experience.)

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Scott Andrew – Gold Star (Feel Like A Ghost)

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so you’ve come to set me straight
an irresistible disaster
so hold me up against the others
maybe we’ll both find what we’re after

’cause it doesn’t take much
it hardly takes anything
to make me feel like a ghost these days
invisible — ethereal —
and just a gold star by my name

so say you want to keep me safe
’cause I want to be someone worth saving
but I’m always leaving one door open
for whenever you get tired of waiting

’cause it doesn’t take much
it hardly takes anything
to make me feel like a ghost these days
invisible — ethereal —
and just a gold star by my name

cut away the ropes and skin that
tie us down and hem us in
did you think I’d fall for that again?

and all the things I’ve ever wanted
were things that needed to be given
another house been doused for burnin’
just blame it on another bad decision

’cause it doesn’t take much
it hardly takes anything
to make me feel like a ghost these days
invisible — ethereal —
and just a gold star by my name
it doesn’t take much
it hardly takes anything
to make me feel like a ghost these days
invisible — ethereal —
and just a gold star by my name