The Longest Moment is Now

by GHOSTRAIN 3000

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    RELEASE DATE - August 26, 2016

    "He made it 6 years ago and left it to collect digital dust on a hard drive in his basement. Why did he wait 6 years to release it? Maybe we weren’t ready? Maybe he lost his vision, or got caught up in the rat race of making diaper money? Or maybe he just needed to let this stuff sit, let some history sink into it, adding complexity and flavour with each year. Only Ghostrain 3000 knows."
    - Brock Ellis, President of BushParty Records

    (Luke Gustafson was formerly known as 'Ghostrain' but during his 6 year hiatus another musician took over the name... So there you have it.)

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RELEASE DATE - August 26, 2016

"Like his previous releases, Gustafson plays every note, squeezing out face-melting riffs alongside Hammond organ stabs, harmonizing with himself while laying down prog-infused shuffle beats. Jazz pianos and angular art rock guitars solo simultaneously. Bridges erupt in triple time. You could say he’s a “musician’s musician” but that's not doing it justice. It’s one of those things that shouldn’t work, but does. It’s catchy, listenable shit."

- Bush Party Records

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released August 26, 2016

All songs written by Luke Gustafson. All instruments played by Luke Gustafson except for backup guitar on Burial Ground and Bronze Age by Jordan Sears. Main vocals by Luke Gustafson. Backup vocals by Luke Gustafson and Paul O'Brien. Recorded and mixed by Paul O'Brien. Mastered by Hypothetical Music.

Recorded at BoomBox Sound.
www.boomboxsound.com

Album art and design by Luke Gustafson.

Label - Bush Party Records

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Ghostrain 3000 is Luke Gustafson, cuttin' tracks since '94.

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Track Name: The Longest Moment is Now
Welcome, to the underground.
There ain't nothing you can do about -
The status quo ain't for free.
Dumb as nails, but who can blame them.
Seldom, in the underground,
Sometimes a candle is rumoured allowed.
You can wish as much as you like.
A whisper, a thundercloud,
Is breaking down, under tears of pressure.
Orpheus is making ground. (These italicized lines only appear on the "The Longest Moment is Now-Stripped" album.)
We can dig a tunnel to the surface and emerge as we are.
Right now, is our moment together, the longest moment is now.
Just hold fast, we are faster than ever.
Spinning through time and space.
It's true we bent the underworld our way
But please don't hesitate.
Lets start now.
Yeah, we are brothers and sisters.
A brilliant moment is how.
We can fix the bough upon the branches
With what we learned about breaking down.
Track Name: Burial Ground
A toast to yonder hill,
That hill's where we built the still.
It's still broken down,
That ground is never tilled.
Them spirits we poured 'em out.
On that hill, the burial ground.
So young, we never kissed.
Her kiss was at the top of the list.
That list her name was on ,
She married before to long.
I still hear the sound of her voice,
From the burial ground.
One, two boys went off to war.
That war, what was it for.
Four stray bullets flew,
What hit them they never knew.
Two brothers on the town,
Free drinks on the burial ground.
Track Name: Old School
You received a heinous full brain freeze.
Because you took too big a bite of her soft ice cream.
Never really been involved with a cool scene.
Probably 'cause you usually smell like gasoline.
Your greased up pants don't itch like polyester jeans.
But she says she likes 'em so you're wearing polyester, everything.
Wrong women never seem to fall in love with you whenever
Given opportunities to do the terrors
You're wanting them to - do to you.
You are nothing new, the stolid fool,
You were cast old school.
Naggy ho witches and bored fags are never mean.
They know what you've been through, they know that you're a real pain.
Reggae, soul, funk and the blues are real things.
And sometimes even jazz, but it's just so fucking hard to play.
Your beat dog, shit bag guitar still remains.
Pray to god that plucking it
Will take this hell hangover away.
Wrong women never seem to fall in love with you whenever
Given opportunities to do the terrors
You're wanting them to - do to you.
You're the chosen few, the bane of cool, you are so old school.
Track Name: Vegas
Who knows when they tracked me down.
Good bye, I'll be on the first bus out of town.
You dirty little rat face, probably sold me out.
Down south, Mexico's a bust.
Well I want to go, to Vegas alone, with nobody on my back.
I want to see, Vegas in front of me and live the neon life.
Sharks got brass knuckles, they got awares.
They got no funny bones, they'd rather break yours.
Let me give you some advice, glitter sure ain't gold.
Nice talking to you but I'll be hitting the road.
Cause I want to go, to Vegas alone, with nobody on my back.
I want to see, Vegas in front of me and live the neon life.
Gold teeth, watch 'em role around.
Black cards, when to lie 'em down.
Because you do a little bit of business, gamble what you lack.
Sharks hands don't dig snake eyes.
Well I want to go, to Vegas alone, with nobody on my back.
I want to see, Vegas all by myself and live the neon life.
Track Name: The Bronze Age
Don't get me started, I'll chase you round the rail road bend.
You wont be disheartened, I ain't no Cuchulain.
The songs you sung into the well, the banshee hums to herself.
'Cause you are from the bronze age.
The solstice wanes and waxes from woe, the faerie refrain from sorrow.
You are from the bronze age.
For crying out loud, is where we all began.
Well copper in hand, forged into the sword and spade.
The sky you know, is blue as well and Dullahan slows his headless self.
'Cause you are from the bronze age.
Track Name: Texas Tie
Every little thing you say is buried by those
With a deep and utter hatred, foremost.
Well did I fire before my opponent drew.
The witnesses of gun duels are rare.
Bucked off the back of a storm
And holed up in that ghost town.
My horse rode off with a tornado
That blowed all the doors down.
I wondered, what am I gonna do now.
Listen to the howlin' wind,
It whispers you're name out.
Jebodiah Willowcane, how do you plead, you half breed.
Everybody thinks your lying.
Searching for him high and low
To warn of that lynch mob.
There's a bench in the county jail,
To house him while they string up.
That noose was cursed by the sheriff.
A Texas tie and mouths run dry,
Will turn your face to haunt us.
Track Name: Mountain, Open
High on a mountain range, the plateau desert beckons pilgrimage.
Mountain, open. Emancipate the fervent sand.
Vagabond, the shifty caravan cast your fate. Listen, before it's too late.
Did you know that one day, we'll be gypsy nomads wandering.
Why do we have to wait as silent, restless, impatient humans.
Barren land, open. Let loose the dark angels. Gabriel, no ones hanging around to wrestle your blues. Listen to the good news.
Did you know that one day, we'll be faded memories of star dust.
Track Name: The Weathered Hand
A bird that picks up the pieces,
Ain't gonna let you down.
Their weathered hands,
Wind thru the fingers
Of shadow land.
Whip-or-will sleep well
When your dreaming of
Where you belong.
Soon all your children
will sing along.
Long are the days of a shadows embrace.
Meander low through the narrow pines.
Who can say they didn't cave in once.
The milestones have faded on the long road
That chose you.
Who's gonna let you down?
Peter surely would.
Judas did best
What he could.
Songs about lonely places
They might bring you ruin.
That's what they do.
Sad songs are best
When you can sing 'em too.
Long are the days of a shadows embrace.
Meander low through the narrow pines.
Who can say they didn't cave in once.
The milestones have faded on the long road
That chose you.
Who, who don't let you down.
Who, who the weathered hand.
Who, who don't let you down.
Who, who the weathered hand.
Track Name: Old Pluto (Bonus Track)
Old Pluto let her go
She don't like you anymore.
King Hades let her be
She don't want yer diamond ring.
Comb the earth and clear the skies,
Ol' Demeter don't know why.
Can't find her hair nor hide
So no more barley no more rye.
If you see, call out Persephone.
Below she's crying to be sprung.
You know, the pomegranate brought her low.
Inside, she's dying to be sprung.
Apollo help us please, every mortal on their knee.
In Hades shes a drowning, she gotta wear his opal crown.
Spring to summer, clay to soil,
No more sorrow no more toil.
Now the harvest comes and goes,
All the little flowers know.
To say, here comes Persephone.
You'll hear her sighing 'cause she's been sprung.
Track Name: Bottle Head (Bonus Track)
Oh Bottle Head, your liver's swollen,
your heart a frozen river.
Who was is said, "fools are never caught,
When they don't know they're hidden."
Winter stole, what it meant
To be a river swollen.
We barely know where to pan for
The fools gold.
Do you carry the queries thru the canyon?
Always dream of...
Oh Bottle Head, mercury your thoughts.
Your lot in life to quiver.
An arrow head, waiting on the bank.
Sends you through the valley.
People know when, what they say
Has become their burden.
Nothing golden lasts too long.
So, better hold on.
Do you carry the queries thru the canyon?
Always dreaming, it don't matter.
Winter stole what it meant
To be a river swollen.
Nothing golden lasts to long
So get a move on.
Well, some have buried their wish under a mountain.
The highest mountain of it don't matter.