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Ghost House [EP]

by The Parlor

You looked out from your window, you saw me in the chair you loved me from afar for all I was right there. Playing like a child, my voice was on the air it came in through your screen and blew through golden hair. And in your ear I twisted into dreams and thoughts and fears and you became my partner for a thousand years. And here we are now later, voices dry inside our ears and you are upstairs somewhere, while I am singing here, hoping that you'll hear. I was what I appeared.... and I will always love you...
We've learned how to live this old life. We dance in the morning, sail away in the evening. We tell our mothers how we love them, and place our hands on the shoulders of our fathers. Oh this old life! this old life! Oh we are wonderful animals. Blessed with the thoughts that drive us insane. And the means to compensate, the means to create. And heaps of hard working words to correlate. Oh this old life! this old life!
We built ourselves a fire between the apples and the creek and in the shadows of the driveway you saw someone watching us. And then over my shoulder the moon was getting brighter and the log beside me looked alright for to sit on. And I looked directly to you and I saw the fire burning in your glasses as you told me 'bout Laura Ingalls Wilder.
You will bear all of my fruit. And you will dress all of my wounds. And I won't ask of you more than to do more than to be. There are feet beneath the knees. And a tower in the trees that rests upon the leaves, and a future that believes. Come like a hope, we will elope. Hold out your hand to me. Make me your soap, songs from your throat, the berries that stained your hands. And I will love you for the rest of your life. I will love you...
You're the one that I'll haunt. You're the one that I'll haunt when I move on and my body is gone. You're the one that I'll haunt. So don't be scared. Don't catch a fright when you're in the night and you catch the sight of me behind you and don't break down at my little sound, that's just me hanging on to you. Cause you're the one that I'll haunt. You're the one that I'll haunt when I move on and my body is gone. You're the one that I'll haunt. So don't let me out of this ancient house, this precious house, this silly house with our hearts all around. Where will you be when you catch my feet stepping on the staircase late at night? Then you'll know that I'm home.
Big Big Love 02:57
When we were young and we were still in touch... when all the world seemed to deal was luck... when flowers grew from all the seeds we sowed... and we always seemed to find the open road... when all the clothes we owned were full of holes... when we believed that we were old Tom Joad... and I don't know how we made our hearts explode when we were golden in the sun... it was a big, big love... There was a madness in the way we were... 'cause our weaknesses were too similar. And I love to spin around and make a blur and you'd love the mornings when we'd start to stir. Tearing pages from a calendar, trying to feel the spinning of the earth. We tried to know how much a heart is worth. There was madness in the way we were running golden in the sun... big big love...


Ghost House is a collection of songs from the vault. Songs we’d written but never recorded. Songs we recorded but wanted to breathe new life into. All of them were composed between 2006-2011, with the exception of tracks 1& 6 which were written in 2013.

They were revisited in August of 2013 while we recorded Apres Garde with Sgt. Dunbar & the Hobo Banned.

This EP became a parenthetical pause during the in-depth recording and production process of Wahzu Wahzu. We left many of the songs in the raw, creating a batch of stomp + clap, campfire-folk tracks that remind us of the pass-the-guitar days of 2008.


released November 21, 2014

written, recorded, and produced by Eric Krans & Jen O'Connor
Eric Krans: vocals, guitar, bass, drums
Jen O'Connor: vocals, percussion

c 2007-2014


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The Parlor Albany, New York

Neo-psychedelic dream-pop. A project by husband and wife: Eric Krans and Jen O’Connor, named after a room in the 19th century farmhouse where they live, farm, and create. The multi-instrumentalist, producer-composers make immersive art-pop soundscapes through which they share their lived experience. ... more

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