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Show Me Some Ghosts

by Rafter
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1.
Every room in this house is haunted An outpost deserted after the war Every mood in the day is tallied up And added to your final score So fold the paper And tear at the crease Bringing a snake to its knees This is no universe for a girl like you This is no universe for a girl like you Bread rises fast with a spoonful of honey Stolen from the ghosts of our bees Every house on the block is burning All the fire trucks crashed, waiving the fees So fold the paper And tear at the crease Bringing a snake to its knees This is no universe for a girl like you Biting your nails, turning the screw This is no universe for a girl like you Biting your nails, turning the screw Every town in this county is bankrupt Morally, fiscally, body and soul The mayor was a composite elementarian Filling the shallowest parts of the whole Belonging in my heart A yearning for sugar Sapphic and sappy head’s underwater No money in art A plasticized dream It’s exactly what it seems Cracked at the seams
2.
Walk a mile in my clown shoes Pancake over my worst bruise Filter these keywords from the daily news If you so choose My senses are censoring discontent In the woods and the elements Physical, mental, and sold out events In my whorish horizon, my heavenly scent Smell and taste for the hardest of hearing God fearing, the tenement’s all cheering For the head of the super The start and end of the loop on the looper Sink and sleep with the clown fish Potluck poison in the best dish Pump your stomach, life preserver Hex the blinking cursor The census has uncovered a graphic shift In the texture of the body politic Metaphysical, sensual, and cancelled events On my farthest horizon My last five cents Smell and taste for the hardest of hearing God fearing, the tenement’s all cheering For the head of the super The start and end of the loop on the looper
3.
Clap your handz with a Z Racing hazily in circles Definitely nobodies And if you have to ask You don’t belong there Default on your loan Stay out of your own hair Timing is everything Comedy, terror Hearty and lunglike Forcing the errors Hang you on the wall of the classroom in the night Nun says triple zero And the hornet makes a strike Burrowing so deeply Cartilage and dance Spiral infi-data and the wringing of her hands No clucking, no bucking Shots to the sky Body is a song Greasy and fried You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now Take me to church Or send me on tour More than the enemy Bubbles will pop They never last I’m a free sample Sugary crash Trixie was robbed Scramble my brain Helpers are broken And fail to scan Annihilation, apocalypse Growing up on stage Give it up to the boys on fire Red and black and grey No clucking, no bucking Shots to the sky Body is a song Greasy and fried You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now You are on fire Never go out You are on fire Never go out You are on fire Never go out You are on fire Never go out You are on fire
4.
modern arts 02:53
Call the museum Ask a question Write it down, but incorrect Make a point to never bother Closest calling, never wrecked Animal in full tuition Partial steps for major mess I will burn up my tuxedo If you’ll destroy your dress Anyone I was born to be curated Lazy fisherman I was born into frustration 9 times out of 10 We are the modern arts We are the newest school We are the modern arts We are the newest school We are the modern arts We are the newest school Multicolor waking dream Stoned to death by our resistance Left to die/dye Our fabric tears without resistance Endangered species synthesized From cheek swabs we left up in space I will burn up my body If you’ll destroy your face I was born to be curated Lazy fisherman I was born into frustration 9 times out of 10 We are the modern arts We are the newest school We are the modern arts We are the newest school We are the modern arts We are the newest school
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good dogs 03:16
I’ve never seen a case as bad as this Spreading wildfire quick Spit on my 5 star cuisine Fair, wild, wiley and free I’ve never been this close to so much death Fade until nothing’s left Further facing Vanishing axe/acts Throwing caution front to back I hate the kids I hate the olds All that I love is good dogs Good dogs I always leap before I look Broken ankle boy Timing doctor visitation Duct taped all my toys I hate the kids I hate the olds All that I love is good dogs Good dogs I always do a hundred reps Stomping all my stupid steps Future terrorist amends Bring your enemies and friends What’s that smell, that awful stink? Extinction level, event horizon Sinking feeling, out of sync No shame remains in vapor No blame survives the heat
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lava 03:58
Turtles in your bed Like a trumpet in the mall Keep the lights outside your skull Nelson landing Disco nap Cat to dog and back to cat And bravely ugly as the day is long Permanently jury hung Erase your head wound in the womb Amputated, lightened mood Lightened mood Now I know my way back home Left and right, down again Smiles are free Boil the sea Push me in lava over and over Over and over Over and over I’m not sure what I want anymore Shoplift or burn down the store Vintage guilt will call you back I’m so glad we had this little chat Fasting and faint headed dreamer Never fully feeling clean Erase your head, neck, back and legs Amputated, lightened mood Lightened mood Now I know my way back home Left and right, down again Smiles are free Boil the sea Push me in lava over and over Over and over Over and over Over and over Turtles in your bed Like a trumpet in the mall Will Keep the lights outside your skull The Turtles in your bed Like a trumpet in the mall Will keep the lights outside your skull Now I know my way back home Left and right, down again Smiles are free Boil the sea Push me in lava over and over Over and over Over and over Over and over Over and over Over and over Over and over Over and over Over and over
7.
Traffic dancing Full collision Russia falls to rusted gears Flippant gymnast in the kitchen Falling on defenseless ears Freeze your cards in cockblock ice Kitchen crimes are hidden well Antibodies profess love But send the babes to hell Fascinated by the heads of State your name and worst intention Fascist drummer beats us all To the finish, lined with fur Oh great leader Hear my pleas For war and sleep and peace I live on my knees I live on my knees Oh great leader Hear my pleas For war and sleep and peace I live on my knees I live on my knees Walking everywhere, nonfiction Brings me up to speed Russia rolling helps arrest the friction But will never please Feeling cute but never posting Lazy rhymes and candy shells Producers antagonize their temporary selves Fascinated by the heads of State your name and worst intention Fascist drummer beats us all To the finish, lined with fur Oh great leader Hear my pleas For war and sleep and peace I live on my knees I live on my knees Oh great leader Hear my pleas For war and sleep and peace I live on my knees I live on my knees
8.
I have a hundred words for Eskimo None of them make a sound Put me in the starting lineup Put me in the ground Fertile eyes and ears to god Devilish anthropology Whiz or wizard Biologic Look who’s behind the curtain, see Pure light Pure sound Pure light Pure sound I have a hundred words for sale Discount prices, 2 for 1 Take the go your favorite places Take them to the grave Furtive glances round the table Monster move stars Scarred for life by social graces & driven mad by cars Pure light Pure sound Pure light Pure sound Proof is in the puddin tame Racing home to tape the show Watch the power station glow Lizard people in your peep hole Dancing harder, uncontained Listing, listless, absolution Magic card for science brains Pure light Pure sound Pure light Pure sound Pure light Pure sound Pure light Pure sound
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10.
Kicked from the curb To the Spanish Museum What is invisible A spectrum to see ‘em Blind to the details And numb to the touch Senseless but anticipating the rush Thank you but no thank you, sir Thank you but no thank you, sir All kinds of unkindness No help from the state of the union of alien mates Bouncing baby universes on the tyrant’s knee Left the dancers with no choreography Thrashing about on the floor like a chump Firing all cylinders Thank you but no thank you, sir Thank you but no thank you, sir Thank you but no thank you, sir Thank you but no thank you, sir My individual messy collection Has bitten me down under Red and infected Thank you but no thank you, sir (Dear madam, get away from here) Thank you but no thank you, sir (Your money’s no good here) Thank you but no thank you, sir (Dear madam, get away from here) Thank you but no thank you, sir no thank you, sir no thank you, sir
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baby birds 03:40
On the roof of the museum Every child left behind Furniture, assembled brilliantly Ignites a hidden love Pedaling towards the expression Of once and future queens Flexibility, once a virtue Is now Achilles’ heel They love an autistic man If he doesn’t lose his mind Bravely Jaunty and terrorized Baby birds can’t fly just yet Best intentions, beastly threat Baby birds can’t fly just yet A numbing agent of absolute breathers All the numbers summed On the tablets of trailblazers Crude but uncalloused Scattered ashes on coconut legs Brilliant conception Errors in process Out to the valley or up to the sky They love an autistic man If he doesn’t lose his mind Bravely Jaunty and terrorized Baby birds can’t fly just yet Best intentions, beastly threat Baby birds can’t fly just yet Baby birds can’t fly just yet Best intentions, beastly threat Baby birds can’t fly just yet I’m sorry your son is a monster I’m sorry that you won the prize On the roof of the museum A numbing agent of absolutes Much too brave for the greater good
12.
Great and small pleasures Earth cracking fissures Reusing tissues til soggy and wrecked Predictable weather Cleaving to cleverness Burning and sweaty, go inward to Inverness Maximized tangents and Baudelaire eyes for the dotting Grey and undyed So stand up tall and smile Say thanks to the driver Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire Stand up tall and smile Say thanks to the driver Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire And live like this forever Your personal treasure Is generally admissible Revisit your standard issue family drama camp It’s preventable Whether or not you are impaired Faulty wiring Arcing lights The smell of burning hair Maximized tangents and Baudelaire eyes for the dotting Grey and undyed So stand up tall and smile Say thanks to the driver Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire Stand up tall and smile Say thanks to the driver Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire Stand up tall and smile Say thanks to the driver Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire Stand up tall and smile Say thanks to the driver Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire And live like this forever And live like this forever And live like this forever
13.
The last song written by a human mind Will fall flat as a tire Punk and punctured Barely limping to the final chorus line I thought I had something to say But lost my line of thinking I croon to the new sensor A swan singing to the new king And I’ll be obsolete In 3 more minutes If the universe is gorgeous And I for one can’t wait to read And I for one can’t wait to hear Every artist a recycling thief Every human brain is a wet and messy pink computer Evolution, Iteration Proving ground for mutant meals Feeding children who make children and make children who make children and make children who make children Sitting all around the table digging into trays of slop at the top of the pops while you lay down to nap with the robocops And I’ll be obsolete In 3 more minutes If the universe is gorgeous And I for one can’t wait to read And I for one can’t wait to hear Every artist a recycling thief Every human brain And I for one can’t wait to read And I for one can’t wait to hear Every artist a recycling thief Every human brain is a wet and messy pink computer Beep boop Beep boop Beep boop Beep boop Beep boop Beep boop Beep boop Beep boop
14.
I am dreaming I am dreaming I am dreaming of staying awake Are you dreaming dreaming too? You are dreaming You are dreaming You are dreaming of making mistakes You are dreaming only of you I dream of you too Cupid will reuse the arrows Until only splinters fly A red eye flight to freeze a flea ridden fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Are the lovelorn ok, Or do they live in constant fear? I am dreaming I am dreaming I am dreaming of staying awake Are you dreaming dreaming too? At the end of the day We love the cheapness in our cheer

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a journey through time and space
in between spaces, cassette tapes, hazy memory
first touches of a large hall/haul
impressionism

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released September 1, 2025

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Rafter San Diego, California

born, living, dying, noisily. california art pop. restlessly experimental but dedicated to pop formalism. redhead.

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