Would You Like To Be A Ghost With Me?

Here’s a little halloween fun we’re excited to share with you! “Would You Like To Be A Ghost With Me?” is our first completely in-house production in our relatively new home. I wrote the song, Andrea made these adorable ghosts and gathered all the old images we used. She also made those really cool drippy letters with Elderberry ink she made form the Elder tree we brought with us from Memphis when we first started building our home! We recorded the track in the CUSS Bus. That’s her on vocals and flute, and me on everything else. This was a little outside my comfort zone in that I’ve gotten spoiled to recording with fantastic musicians, who play their respective instruments way better than I do!

I’d like to say a few words about collaborating as a couple. Though not without it’s rough spots, it works way better at 48 than it did at 38, 28, or 18!

We also created a sticker from the artwork we made for the video and I’ve got to say, it may be my favorite one yet! (though I do love the hologram crow). They’re both available in the shop. We love stickers and making them from Andrea’s artwork (and lately, some of mine!) has been something we wanted to do for a long time. They’re also a great way to support us if you like the kind of stuff we do, both with your purchase and having these things out there in the wild! If you buy the sticker we’ll send you a download link for the song too.

Would You Like To Be A Ghost With Me?

We’ll haunt everything thing we see

Give the people quite a fright

Making bumps into the night

We’ll hang around the fire

We’ll hide out in the smoke

and we’ll be the only ones

Who are in on the joke

If people move into our place

We’ll get inside their head

That’s the kind of thing that I think

I’ll find funny when I’m dead

Their friends will think they’re crazy

Just like ours do now

No one’s getting any sleep

When we’re on the prowl

(chorus)

If they should have some children

We’ll be imaginary friends

If Mom and Dad don’t act right

We’ll haunt them in their bed

If they call an exorcist

We’ll just turn up the heat

Writing on their mirrors

and tickling their feet

(chorus)

– Tony