Ghost

by Book Club

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    "'Meal Of Dreams' starts off as sparse singer/songwriter fare, but expands into a lush folk-pop gem in which Horlick and Macquarrie’s voices interweave quite beautifully. - My Old Kentucky Blog
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"Ghost sticks to classic form, drawing inspiration from folk, country and pop sounds that sidestep the indie folk clichés. The album's nebulous sound could have been captured in 1961 or 2011, and the tension that swells within the album's weary boy-girl tales is as timeless as the gap between Adam and Eve.
- Chad Radford, Creative Loafing Atlanta

"'Meal Of Dreams' starts off as sparse singer/songwriter fare, but expands into a lush folk-pop gem in which Horlick and Macquarrie’s voices interweave quite beautifully. - My Old Kentucky Blog

“It seems that Atlanta is the new Brooklyn, or since it’s smaller, it’s probably the new Austin, sadly.  But, good for the ATL, especially considering they have this great little group, Book Club. For me, [Meal of Dreams] sounded like a bastard version of a serious Moldy Peaches tune.  But, hold on for lush arrangements, folk texturizing, and you’ll be pleased with what you hear.” - Austin Town Hall

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Atlanta’s Book Club, a modern folk quintet founded by Robbie Horlick (of indie rockers Cassavetes), navigates today’s indie-folk sea with a rare honesty and classicism. The band honors the folk tradition, yet is unbound by it; every song is a fresh take on an old history. Anchored by the rich and sweetly-sung co-ed harmonies of Horlick and Leigh Anne Macquarrie, their arrangements range from that of a lone nylon guitar to songs thoughtfully embellished by cello, double bass, pedal steel, melodica, glockenspiel, saxophone, percussion, and more. Paying simultaneous homage to their traditional, and their modern, influences, Book Club draws easy comparisons to She & Him, Bonnie “Prince” Billy, and The Dutchess and Duke one minute, and Patsy Cline, The Carter Family, and Fleetwood Mac the next.

Ghost, the band’s first LP, released digitally and on limited edition vinyl - and handmade bookmark - on August 2, 2011, sounds like what might result if Lou and Nico were from the South and grew up on Mermaid Avenue, or if by some crazy wrinkle in time, Johnny and June grew up listening to Tom Petty and Iron & Wine. The songs on Ghost are pretty and sad, and there is a magic to their orchestration, at times sparse and delicate, at times embellished and blissful. Carefully arranged and tied together by a simple narrative element - with nary a wasted note - Book Club’s Ghost is at once modern and hauntingly timeless.

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credits

released August 2, 2011

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Lee Goldenberg - Bass
Matt Jarrard - Cello
Robbie Horlick - Vox, Guitar, Banjo, Saxophone, Melodica
Leigh Anne Macquarrie - Vox, Melodica, Glockenspiel
Joseph War - Percussion

Pedal Steel by Pat Rusert
Additional Percussion by Chris VanBrackle

Recorded and Mixed at Wizkid Sound in Atlanta, GA
Mastered by Joel Hatstat
Photo and Design by Rachel Horlick

All songs written by Robbie Horlick, except "Ain't Gonna Drink No More" written by Leigh Anne Macquarrie.

© Book Club 2011

Limited Edition vinyl release by 2Step Records.
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"beautiful, haunting musings...playful yet elegant" - LatestDisgrace.com

"It’s not over-produced like a lot of folk music; it’s simplicity is both endearing and purposeful." - AustinTownHall.com

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Track Name: A Thousand Words
a thousand words a page
every page a mile on my way
a thousand words a page
every page a mile on my way
i’m gonna go, i won’t be slow
yea, i’m gonna go, i won’t be slow
a thousand words on page take me half the way
i don’t try to stay alive
i don’t try, i just get by
a thousand words on a page take me half the way
there’s something you don’t know
there’s always something you don’t know
and i don’t wanna lie
i don’t wanna lie, and i don’t, and i don’t
a thousand words a page
every page a mile on my way
a thousand words a page
every page a mile on my way
there are things you don’t know
there are things you don’t know
there are always things that you don’t know.
Track Name: Meal of Dreams
we were in a city that i think i’d never been to
at a table, at a restaurant, by a dark wall, by a window
we were in our coats and scarves,
so it might’ve been in winter but
it might’ve just been cold,
and i can’t remember snow, so i guess that
all that matters is we were having a nice dinner
i remember motion and waves of disbelief
crashing on the shores of love,
sinking in the sands of grief
i remember motion and waves of disbelief
crashing on the shores of love,
sinking in the sands of grief
but i don’t know why I do
sadness comes in many shapes
this i know but can’t escape
why it had to take your shape
my mind could not accomodate.
Track Name: Praying Sound
got down on our knees and we ran
ran straight to that praying sound
come around, we’d say, was another way to say
come straight to that praying sound
the streets these days are paved with question marks
the river’s a curious brown
when the roads don’t know
where they’ve been or where to go
they follow that praying sound
don’t forget
don’t forget what keeps you around
don’t forget
don’t forget what keeps you around
remember why you came to town
well, my sister had a thought that my mother once forgot when my father wouldn’t write it down
and i couldn’t help ‘em, cause i don’t really listen
to much but that praying sound
don’t forget
don’t forget what keeps you around
don’t forget
don’t forget what keeps you around
remember why you came to town
stand upon your prayers and sing
climb upon your loneliest frown
raise your lowest thought to a place where you are not and look up to that praying sound
don’t forget
don’t forget what keeps you around
don’t forget
don’t forget what keeps you around
remember why you came to town.
Track Name: I Can't Dance Just With Your Ghost
window met the fading sun
warm refractions bent and burned
the heat across my soft pink face
does its’ best to take your place
the room by now is half alone
the covers still undone
the heat in rays fills empty space
does its’ best to take your place
i had no plans to wish you gone
no relief when you proved me wrong
I loved to dance with you the most
but i can’t dance just with your ghost
now music is supposed to heal
to act as heat, to mend and seal
but music is my open wound
the hurt that makes me think of you
i cannot stand to see you gone
the heat, the sound, they matter none
i loved to dance with you the most
but i can’t dance just with your ghost
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Track Name: Ain't Gonna Drink No More
I ain’t gonna drink no more
I ain’t gonna drink no more
when i get to the golden gate,
I wanna go through the door
when I was just a little girl,
Jesus called my name
i haven’t heard from him since,
but I love him just the same
so, I ain’t gonna drink no more
I ain’t gonna drink no more
when I get to the golden gate,
I wanna go through the door
when I was just a little girl,
the devil called my name
we danced all night ‘till the sun came up
but it hasn’t been the same
so I ain’t gonna drink no more
I ain’t gonna drink no more
when I get to the golden gate,
I wanna go through the door
i said I ain’t gonna drink no more
I ain’t gonna drink no more
When i get to the golden gate,
i wanna go through the door
i said when I get to the golden gate,
I’m gonna go through the door.
Track Name: Cold Cold Year
we were doing nothing
we were doing nothing
we were doing nothing
was a cold, cold year
we were doing nothing
we were doing nothing
we were doing nothing
was a cold, cold year
there was a time when that was clear
we were women with men
we were women with men
we were the master and margarita
we were women with men
we were women with men
we were the master and margarita
and now i know that that’s not so.
Track Name: Under The Weather
rather than cry when I mean to weep
rather than sing when it’s better to speak
rather than wade when the water’s too deep
i will be right here awake or asleep
rather than sing when i mean to speak
rather than cry when it’s better to weep
rather than wade when the water’s too deep
i will be right here awake or asleep
we have been under the weather
we have laid in peace and it’s better
we have been alone together
ah ah ah ah
we have been under
we have laid in peace and it’s better
we have been alone together
ah ah ah ah
rather than cry when i mean to weep
rather than sing when it’s better to speak
rather than wade when the water’s too deep
i will be right here awake or asleep
we have been under the weather
we have laid in peace and it’s better
we have been alone together
ah ah ah ah
sometimes we are under the weather
sometimes we lay in peace and it’s better
sometimes we’re alone together
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhh.
Track Name: Going To Jail Blues
I ain’t a prosecutor, but I got a moral code
well if i defend you, it’s partly cause I like nice clothes
I ain’t saying your guilty and you gotta pay
but sometimes the guilty gotta pay
it’s too overwhelming sometimes to seek the truth
it’s easier sometimes to seek a truth you can use
no matter the deal, sometimes you always refuse
and now you got the going to jail blues
it’s a lifetime of action, a lifetime of waiting
there’s waiting in action, and action in delay
we draw a line between the act and consequence
we draw another line between result and aftermath
I ain’t saying you deserve a harsh sentence
but sometimes the guilty gotta pay
it’s too overwhelming sometimes to seek the truth
it’s easier sometimes to seek a truth you can use
no matter the deal, sometimes you always refuse
and now you got the going to jail blues
and now you got the going to jail blues.
Track Name: Tell Me You Don't Tell Me Lies
i took a walk down to your old house
just to see what it is you used to be about
i walked down your streets and i looked at your trees
and i saw the people, the places you used to be
i saw the ghosts of your history looking down at me,
looking at your tree
and i think i know, yea i think i know how it feels
tell me you don’t
tell me you won’t
tell me you won’t tell me lies
tell me you don’t
tell me you won’t
tell me you won’t tell me lies.
Track Name: Not Much For Chit Chat
i don’t wanna talk about the weather
no, i don’t wanna talk about that
i’m not much for conversation
no, i’m not much for chit chat
i don’t wanna talk about the war
the one now or the one before
i can’t help it if i’m bored
but i don’t wanna talk about the war
pour me a drink if you must go on like that
don’t wanna be mean, but i’m not
and i can’t stand
i’m not much for chit chat
don’t wanna talk about the weather
no, i don’t wanna talk about that
i’m not much for conversation
no, i’m not much for chit chat.

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