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Pistas que referencian Falling for Ghosts:

From Fandom:

• Three in the Morning (4 1/3 Hours Late Remix) by Ngame
• Michael Bowman Instructs HAL-7200 by Double Hats Eyewear

Pistas que samplean Falling for Ghosts:

From Fandom:

• Three in the Morning (4 1/3 Hours Late Remix) by Ngame
• Michael Bowman Instructs HAL-7200 by Double Hats Eyewear

Letra:

I reach out my hand
This is not what I planned to be
You're standing so close
But you're far away from me

And I wanted you to know
I wanted you to see
That everywhere I go
You're still here with me

Here I go falling for ghosts again
Letting your words slip under my skin
Living in a dream with my fantasies
Lingering feelings come alive inside of me

I'm reaching out my hands
And I'm grasping air suddenly
I should have realized
I trusted you so stupidly

And I wanted you to know
Yeah I wanted you to hear
That everywhere I go
Your voice never disappears

Here I go falling for ghosts again
Letting your words slip under my skin
Living in a dream with my fantasies
Lingering feelings come alive inside of me

BOO, BOO, here come de ghost
I'm de voodoo priest from de skeleton coast
Trick-or-treat, trick-or-treat, you'll be stomping your feet
'Cause I'm sugarcane sweet with a Kingston beat

WHOA-OA-OA-OA watch out, here come de ghoul
I be spittin' out rhyme while you playing de fool
I'm a treetop monsta, dat dance all rasta
Going back to de island for de sticky-sweet ganja

And it's the dream that keeps you from slipping away
No matter how many times you choose not to stay
You'll always be with me
You'll always be with me

I reach out my hand
This is not how I planned to be
You're standing so close
But you're far away from me

You're standing so close
But you're far away from me
So far away from me
So far away from me
So far away from me

Comentario del artista:

Michael Guy Bowman: (Stutzman scholar)

Because he is far too much of a threat to national security to be allowed to start his own Tumblr, I feel obligated to tell you about this masterpiece by my old pal Scott Stutzman.

For the final project of Scott's music production class, he and his classmates were roped into recording and producing a song from start to finish. For whatever reason it was decided that it would be a collaboration between the whole class and everyone would turn in their own mix. The professor decided to allow the class to decide as a group what the genre would be and whose song they would use.

Despite the entire class consisting of guys who play guitar, no one had the guts to suggest a genre offhand. The biggest slacker of them all, a white kid with dreadlocks who had missed half the classes, half-heartedly suggested reggae, an offer which the teacher accepted.

The teacher asked for people to volunteer their songs. Again, no one was ballsy enough to speak up - Scott was one of the few who had written a song from time to time, but since his usual faire is stuff about death, loss of innocence, and Fruity Pebbles, he thought maybe it was best to abstain from this poll. Songwriting duties were given to a black-haired faux-goth at the back of the room who claimed to have written "a lot of songs" but that they were all "just lyrics" and no music.

This should have been a red flag to the earnest professor, who spent the next couple of days matching her "song" to music. The entire class found itself sitting in on the extra-spooky recording sessions for her love song to the undead titled "Falling for Ghosts" in what was the invention of the new genre Emo Reggae.

On the last day of class, everyone showed up with a CD containing their own personal mix of the song. It must have been monotonous sitting there hearing "Falling for Ghosts" over and over with little-to-no variation between versions... except of course for this one with some SCARETACULAR additional material which Scott decided to record and add in at the last second.

TL;DR when you get to the 3 minute mark, everything will suddenly make sense.

Scott Stutzman:

I did a mix of a classmate's song as a school project. (I added a little somethin' to the middle. I don't think she liked it.)