Alex James Muscat - The Ghost of Electricity was written, produced & performed by Alex James Muscat. Scott Robertson composed & performed additional guitars & vocals. Daren Wilkerson played drums & percussion. Tom Hargarten played drums on 'Sold Your Soul'. Manasseh Bernal played trumpet on 'Somehow Complicated' and sang on 'Please Don't'. Copyright 2011 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP - Last Stop Records - 103.

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Not A Phase

It's just another day
I'm 28 still tryin' to get paid
My records never seem to make the charts
I'm always drivin' a motor that's all worn out
I get up late and I lie around
Writing lyrics and playing guitar
My eight-track recorder is always on
I just finished song
I could play it if you wanna hear
Do you wanna hear it

It's a long way to go (man, I know)
You took the high I took the low (man, I know)
Somewhere down the road (man, I know)
This is not a phase

I live in Hollywood
Workin' a job that's goin' nowhere
It isn't really where I want to be
I couldn't stay
I just had to leave the house
Up in San Francisco
Take a left at the top of the stairs
On a shelf you'll find my journals
Some are dated most a are scribbles
In rhyme

It's a long way to go (man, I know)
You took the high I took the low (man, I know)
Somewhere down the road (man, I know)
This is not a phase

All these years I was just going through the motions
Scared of my own emotions
Standing in the shadows undercover
Always thinking that I'll never find another and then you were there

It's a long way to go (man, I know)
You took the high I took the low (man, I know)
Somewhere down the road (man, I know)
This is not a phase

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP

 

Please Don't (Leave Me Alone)

Looking down it's a long way to fall
And open hands won't stop the ground
Endless sky floating in the wind
It lifts you up and it brings me to my knees

Life ain't nothing like T.V. (please don't)
You believe what you wanna believe (leave me)
But nothing is gonna be easy (alone)

I get up I get down
When I go it'll make a sound
But it ain't me that ain't now
So you don't need to show me how

Looking back I wouldn't change a bit
If I could I'd do more of everything
Distant past is present in my mind
It keeps me safe and sad from time to time

Life ain't nothing like T.V. (please don't)
You believe what you wanna believe (leave me)
But nothing is gonna be easy (alone)

I get up I get down
When I go it'll make a sound
But it ain't me that ain't now
So you don't need to show me how

Life ain't nothing like T.V. (please don't)
You believe what you wanna believe (leave me)
But nothing is gonna be easy (alone)

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP

 

You Know I Want To

I gotta get outta here
Try on something new
It just don't feel right
All worn and faded

From I don't know where
I just blinked and there you were
It's too perfect
And I've been waiting

It's a common theme we see on T.V.
Like the melody we make in our lives
Maybe if I could I'd like to see you happy
For a while, at least for more that just one night

You know I want to come through for you

I gotta get outta here
There is so much left to do
I've been getting lazy
Out lookin' for shelter

She is standing there
Underneath the flashing neon sign
Maybe she's lookin' for Romeo
I know she's lookin' somethin'

It's a common theme we see on T.V.
Like the melody we make in our lives
Maybe if I could I'd like to see you happy
For a while, at least for more that just one night

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP

 

It Was Nothing

You'll never know
If you never try
There's more to the story
Than meets the eye

You've lost some color
You've lost your faith
Only when you're sleepin'
I don't hear you complain

I'm not here to serve you
I didn't hear a thank you
I won't expect a phone call
I'm really nothing like you
At times I wanna be you
Making bad decisions

I have no desire
To put ink on my skin
The marks on your arms
That show where you have been

This house was quiet
My nights are spent
Writing poems
Using words you never said

I'm not here to serve you
I didn't hear a thank you
I won't expect a phone call
I'm really nothing like you
At times I wanna be you
Making bad decisions

All those things we had to do
All those things we had to be
All those years we paid our dues
But is was nothing to lose

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP

Paint This Town

I'm sorry, did you say something because my mind was somewhere else
In fact you just reminded me why I don't wanna be here
But since I walked through that door it's just as well I stay
I'll sit here and watch the people gather in this place

Paint this town red every night
Looking for somethin' to make everything all right
In smoky rooms under dim light
What will it be tonight out lookin' for someone

Just like fishes in the sea
They run in schools and use telepathy
If you make 'em nervous they will swim out to the deep
A little affirmation and they'll nibble at your feet

Paint this town red every night
Looking for somethin' to make everything all right
In smoky rooms under dim light
What will it be tonight out lookin' for someone

Coming in and going out
With steady faces they look you up and down
Under this moon and without a fight
Daddy's little girl getting high

Paint this town red every night
Looking for somethin' to make everything all right
In smoky rooms under dim light
What will it be tonight out lookin' for someone

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP

See Me Through

Heard you knocking at my door
I saw you through the window frame
You always make me nervous
I'm not gonna complicate it
Its ok if you cant explain
I think I understand
No you don't have to please me baby
You know that you can have you way
I'll never shut you down

I like the attention
Someone sleeping in my bed
When you need some affection
Do you count on me for that
Can I count on you for that

No we don't have to talk about it
You can just keep on pretending
We don't have a past
But you don't have to lie about it
I'll never tell the secrets that we share
And I don't care
Who is sleeping in your bed
Why you're here or when your there
Always getting just what you want

I like the attention
Someone sleeping in my bed
When you need some affection
Can I count on you for that
Do you count on me for that

She come like an angel
See me through those things I had to do
She knew all my time was wasted in that room
With all the smoke that I went through

Felt my heart beat like a drum
Held you close and wished for things
We don't ever wanna talk about
Doesn't matter what I do
For right now its all true
Don't wake me in the morning
Just treat this like a hit and run
Catch your ride before the sun
And I'll pretend I'm sleeping

I like the attention
Someone sleeping in my bed
When you need some affection
Do you count on me for that
Can I count on you for that

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP

In Other Words

The best of me says I should be here
It is obvious unless you're on the climb
People think it's crazy
To live your life on a wire

No, I don't need a reason
When I've got the time
I hold on to the feelings
In other words it's always on my mind

These patterns I see in everything
I'm talkin' now and then and in between
The space that we have created
To replace our ancient enemies

No, I don't need a reason
When I've got the time
I hold on to the feelings
In other words it's always on my mind

I know you think I'm gonna be somebody
Sure, I know how it feels to want it all
But your laying down and your selling out
Because you want to shine like a star

They say that you could go far
If you know who you are

I know where this is going
I knew it all before we began
We're coming on to better days than these
I'm lookin' forward to the change

No, I don't need a reason
When I've got the time
I hold on to the feelings
In other words it's always on my mind

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP

Sold Your Soul (for rock and roll)

I answer the telephone
I drive to the airport
Your face is red
Walking talking crazy
Back at the house
No need for explanation
What I see
Brings me to question

When you sold your soul
To the highest bidder
Gave up control
Someone took your picture
You made it through
Nothing else matters as the dice roll

Can't sit still
Has to make thephone call
Stop me now
Defenseless, you see me
Waiting at the door
Absorbed with intention
In the absence of
Indecision

When you sold your soul
To the highest bidder
Gave up control
Someone took your picture
You made it through
Nothing else matters as the dice roll

We got the call
They said you almost didn't make it
Assumed a name
On lockdown for the weekend
They didn't say
In fact we never found out
He just disappeared
And that's the way it had to be

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP

Somehow Complicated

It's all a conspiracy
That started in the city
I know they are tracking us
It's big brother dangerous

Just then a knock on the door
I let the magazine fall to the floor
As my cigarette burns the hardwood table
I just thought was caught behind the wheel
It feels like a life is faded
Somehow complicated

Somewhere in a satellite
They're checking your alibi
I know they are watching us
It's white collar dangerous

When we talk on the phone
There are numbers that will correspond
To the status of your location with other bits of information
So what you think that you know
Forget it all I'm starting over
In spite of my reputation
As long as I'm on probation

The truth can be hard to read
On the face of mediocrity
I know they are tracking us
It's big brother dangerous

Just then a knock on the door
I let the magazine fall to the floor
As my cigarette burns the hardwood table
I just thought was caught behind the wheel
It feels like a life is faded
Somehow complicated

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP

I Think I Found A Way

Another day watching my life go by
45 hours a week
Sometimes it seems so pointless
Walkin' around these empty streets

When the melody echos in my head
And the words fly off my pen
It's 8:00 in the morning
5:30 days end

Let the music play everyday
No matter if I stand alone
Or find help along the way
I'll always have music
Love will be my way

Let the music play everyday
I think I found a way

No matter if I stand alone
Or find help along the way
I'll always have music
Love will be my way

'cause I believe in the power of music
I believe in the power of love
I believe there's a spirit that's in your soul
and it's wants me to keep on going

I say "Let the music play"
I think I found a way

Words & Music by Alex James Muscat

© 2002 AJM Bluebook Songs/ASCAP