Biography:
Spookyghostboy is an independent music project created by Austin Thomas in July of 2012. The solo project was created by Thomas as a lo-fi bedroom recording experiment and has since progressed into a more developed nature.
The first EP from Spookyghostboy, "The Forest Summer EP", was released on July 21st, 2012. Critical reception was largely positive, with one such reviewer calling the newly-minted "ghost-pop" genre "really, really cool."
Following the both commercial and critical success of "Forest Summer"
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Other songs:
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[Intro]
C G C G
[Verse]
C G
you are a garden, and i am a house fire
C G
you are the rainfall, and i am a puddle
C G F
you are the snowfall, and i am the avalanche that buries all your friends
[Interlude]
C G C G
[Verse]
C G
you are the static on the radio, the exhale of my lungs
C G
the broken window in the church, the carpet keeping me from slipping
C F
you're an angel in my eyes an orange lens to look at life
C F
a black hole pouring out its heart, afraid of being torn apart
[Interlude]
C G C G
[Verse]
C G
you're a reminder of why i'm, supposed to not trust any person
(help me find a way out)
C G
with a background in rebellion, and a birdsong sung so seldom
(i don't have a key back in)
C F
you're an angel in my eyes, an orange lens to look at life
(you could make me feel much better)
C F
a black hole pouring out its heart, afraid of being torn apart
(i don't have to stand this weather)
C G C G
[Verse]
C G
you are a garden, and i am a house fire
C G
you are the rainfall, and i am a puddle
C G F
you are the snowfall, and i am the avalanche that buries all your friends
[Interlude]
C G C G
[Verse]
C G
you are the static on the radio, the exhale of my lungs
C G
the broken window in the church, the carpet keeping me from slipping
C F
you're an angel in my eyes an orange lens to look at life
C F
a black hole pouring out its heart, afraid of being torn apart
[Interlude]
C G C G
[Verse]
C G
you're a reminder of why i'm, supposed to not trust any person
(help me find a way out)
C G
with a background in rebellion, and a birdsong sung so seldom
(i don't have a key back in)
C F
you're an angel in my eyes, an orange lens to look at life
(you could make me feel much better)
C F
a black hole pouring out its heart, afraid of being torn apart
(i don't have to stand this weather)
Sputnik
Squallor
Squeeze
Squeezie
Squirrel Nut Zip (...)