All My Ghosts

by four star daydream

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This album was recorded in the Messy Bedroom over the Fall Winter and Summer of 2013-2014 by James Toth and Matthew Haskill. This album was recorded with love on a shoe string budget and then temporarily shelved until it's release now.
Please enjoy Four Star Daydream's All My Ghosts. An album dedicated to all those who long for late nineties emo, catchy hooks, and staying up all night.

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released April 1, 2016

Produced by: James Toth
Recorded by: James Toth and Matthew Haskill at Messy Bedroom
Drum Tracking Recorded by: Sean Pearson at Boxcar Sound
Performed by: James Toth and Matthew Haskill
Backing Vocals: Rebekah Hawker Saxophone: Lacie Marchand
Mastered by: Space-Magnetic Studio

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four star daydream Toronto, Ontario

four star daydream is an indie rock band with only one fixed member, Matthew Haskill. With no permanent line up this allows four star daydream to be more expansive sonically, and can lead to sometimes erratic live performances. More often than not, four star daydream live is guitar and drums providing a raw and often improvised performance (for better or for worse). ... more

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Track Name: After Hours Smirks/Poses
Instead of dusty roads of snow
We dream of brick and skyline
And every second on the road
Collect calls we'll be dialing

But oh those moments that I miss
Concrete and obscene street cars
And all the things talked about
Through my ears like sweet nothing
This way of life's a crime

My mornings don't exist you know
They're just a waste of daylight
With out a reason to get up
I don't even bother trying

After hours smirks and poses
Just to get a smile
Countless blocks of window shops
And nobody is buying

But oh those moments that I miss
Concrete and obscene street cars
And all the things talked about
Through my ears like sweet nothing
This way of life's a crime

After hours smirks and poses
Just to get a smile
Countless blocks of window shops
And nobody is buying

But oh those moments that I miss
Concrete and obscene street cars
And all the things talked about
Through my ears like sweet nothing
This way of life's a crime
Track Name: Hijack the Summer
Huron the South side
Not quite Superior
Caught by a landslide
No one could hear me though

All my ghosts hang around
All the hauntings they have found
Nameless roads where we go
On highways carved out of stone

Hijack the Summer

Lost in the skyline
Tall cans in Bellwoods
Escape to rooftops, with a
Transistor radio

All my ghosts hang around
All the hauntings they have found
Tiny lights all in white
Light the railing up at night

Hijack the Summer

Far away in your dad's old Chevrolet,
We'll go far away...

Hijack the Summer
Track Name: Radio 1
Something's always haunting me
Bending station frequency
White noise on the CBC
Sentimental piracy

Fraternize with your ghost
Shoot the breeze
Echo in my cup
From the East

She comes on so seldomly
Late at night when I'm asleep
In tape hiss and the mic bleed
Sentimental piracy

Fraternize with your ghost
Shoot the breeze
Echo in my cup
From the East

From coast to coast we listen to same thing
and tune into the radio...

Fraternize with your ghost
Shoot the breeze
Echo in my cup
From the East
Track Name: Coming Up Rosie
Sunday nights the lights they flicker
Four O'clock the day gets gets dimmer
Pull the blankets stop the shiver
On the couch to sleep I drifter

The window sills rest in the shade
The Sun beats off their chests all day

So hey, how are you?
You know I like the things you do
You rely on broken finger tips
For compliments and sedatives for your bed
So hey, how are you?
You know I like the things you do
You reach for something beautiful
Through rainy days so miserable
That fall around your face

Everything just comes up rosie
China cups and tea cozies
What you do might be quite the story
But it fills our heads with worry

I Can't cover up this time for you
Would you for me if I were you?

So hey, how are you?
You know I like the things you do
You rely on broken finger tips
For compliments and sedatives for your bed
So hey, how are you?
You know I like the things you do
You reach for something beautiful
Through rainy days so miserable
That fall around your face

We fall away
Wither away
A still life posed
Through glass panes
The days we share
'Til we run out of time

So hey, how are you?
You know I like the things you do
You rely on broken finger tips
For compliments and sedatives for your bed
So hey, how are you?
You know I like the things you do
You reach for something beautiful
Through rainy days so miserable
That fall around your face
Track Name: Poly Syllabic
Do you remember where we were four years ago?
I was sneaking out, taking things slow
You had you nose in books
And your eyes were wide open
You couldn't see it all
Even if you tried

We're just faking it
'Til we make it out
If we make it out
Nights spent staying in
Were just making out, were just making out

All those summer swing sets
Dipping jut below the stars
Illuminated headlights
Radio played on and on
We were blind as fuck
With all the windows fogged
The Quiet Things That No Ever Knows

We're just faking it
'Til we make it out
If we make it out
Nights spent staying in
Were just making out, were just making out

All my favourite lines
Sung to highway signs of green and white
And you hold it close
And Keep It Like A Secret
Track Name: House
Soft creak the floor boards
So restless
Soft sound the radiator
Hums along
Weathered panes of glass
The paint it chips and it cracks
Shutters open and close
Any way the wind blows

This house breathes
Nobody else does

This box is dead bolt saftied
All the time
Back doors for sneaking in and out
At times
The trees they keep me up
They never quiet down
And I won't sleep at all
Afraid to lose the sound

This house breathes
Nobody else does

Better keep quiet now
I can keep quiet now
Oh no...

This house breathes
Nobody else does
Track Name: Pretty Nurses
Somebody said once
Somebody said, you're out of your head
Going to Jim's Best Westerns
I just need to get out of my bed
And see what the day brings
See what the day brings
Another twenty minutes late
I'm tired of bosses
And cavalier foxes
All talking their jive over me

I'm gonna walk slow
With my hands in my pockets
And close my eyes
Take my chances with traffic

Write some Dear John letters
With out the addresses
and sign mine name with the
Zeroes and ex's

Wait and see what the world has to offer
First the womb and then next is a coffin
Pretty nurses line up in a row now
Pretty nurses line up in a row now
Track Name: We'll All Explode
There's something wrong
Because I say there is
I'm not neurotic I just over think
Our conversations go right through my head
When I'm sleeping
Dreaming in your bed
Try not to panic in the blankets tight
I'm shaking fit, I keep you up all night

I may be naive but that's alright
I may be naive but that's alright
I may be nonsense
Be on your door step
But we're alright?
Are we alright?

When you're not near me
I stay up all night
When you can't see me
I stay up all night
So won't you come here
Baby I'm your man
I'd rather shake than shiver
I know you'll understand
Lay next me in these lonely sheets
Close your eyes I'll sing you to sleep
We'll all explode there's just no other way
We'll all explode there's just no other way

I may be naive but that's alright
I may be naive but that's alright
I may be nonsense
Be on your door step
But we're alright?
Are we alright?

We'll all explode there's just no other way!
Track Name: After Hours Smirks/Poses [Slocore Version]
Instead of dusty roads of snow
We dream of brick and skyline
And every second on the road
Collect calls we'll be dialing

But oh those moments that I miss
Concrete and obscene street cars
And all the things talked about
Through my ears like sweet nothing
This way of life's a crime

My mornings don't exist you know
They're just a waste of daylight
With out a reason to get up
I don't even bother trying

After hours smirks and poses
Just to get a smile
Countless blocks of window shops
And nobody is buying

But oh those moments that I miss
Concrete and obscene street cars
And all the things talked about
Through my ears like sweet nothing
This way of life's a crime

After hours smirks and poses
Just to get a smile
Countless blocks of window shops
And nobody is buying

But oh those moments that I miss
Concrete and obscene street cars
And all the things talked about
Through my ears like sweet nothing
This way of life's a crime