Biography:
http://chrisclavin.bandcamp.com/
Ghost Mice is a two-piece folk-punk band that hails from Bloomington, IN. Ghost Mice was created from the ashes of former pop-punk bands The Devil is Electric and Operation: Cliff Clavin. Chris Johnston (aka Chris Clavin) and Hannah who played guitar and bass respectively for OP:CC and TDIE, decided to make their act acoustic so they could tour more easily and play almost anywhere. In their own words: "We play 100% acoustic.
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Other songs:
- Boy Meets Girl
- Cancer Or Car Wreak
- 1000000 An Hour
- A Song For Tomorrow
- Alas Babylon
- Albany
- All Punks Got
- All We Got Is Each Other
- Apocalypse Now
- Belgium
- Celtic Sea
- Cementville
- Cemeteries
- Chipped Tooth
- Critical Hit
- Devil And My Family
- Disconnected
- Endure
- England
- English Channel
- Europe
- Figure 8
- Firefighter
- Fix It Up
- France
- Fuck Shit Up
- Germany
- Greyhound
- Hang On Kids
- Holland
- House Of Chaos 333 S Henderson
- House Of The God Of War
- House Of The Undying
- House On Fire
- House On Wheels
- How It Sounds
- I Dare You To Live Forever
- Ill Be Happy
- Ireland
- Italy
- John And Jodie
- Keep It At Bay
- Laziness Is Next To Evilness
- Letter Home
- Lightning Bolt
- Monsters Get Slain
- New Moon Rising
- Oh Me Oh Me
- Oh Sister
- Please Quit Smoking Mom
- Sing Out
- Songs By Chris Clavin
- Spain
- Switzerland
- The Alchemist
- The Good Life
- The Moon Will Rise
- The Path
- The Wrong Train
- There Is A Light
- Tick Tock
- Up The Punks
- When Dreams Come True
- Witches And Warlocks
- Wrong Train
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Another from the new Ghost Mice/Ramshackle Glory Split Album (2013)
All of the chords are barre chords again.
C#m A G#
Okay I might be full of hatred but I ain't no god of war
C#m A G#
I will pack my bags when I can't take it anymore
A G#
Let them come let their towers rise
A G#
Let them choke our streets let them block out our skies
C#m G# A E
I will be so far away, I'll go
C#m G# A E
Looking for some greener home
C#m G# A E
Dig a deep dark dreadful hole
A G#
And throw my memories away
A G#
And never will I ever come to visit their
C#m B A G#
grave
C#m B A G#
C#m B A G#
C#m B A G#
C#m A G#
I was the young adventurer that found a secret land
C#m A G#
I made a map of it on the back of my hand
A G#
And the days were long and made of gold
A G#
The nights held secrets newer to be told
C#m B A E
Now the sun doesn't rise as high these days
C#m B A E
And they burn witches at the stake
C#m B A E
And when the last of the magic fades
A G#
I will go, I will go again
A G#
I'll find another home or I will die trying
C#m B A C#m
And maybe it's just me I know
C#m B A C#m
Maybe I just got too old
C#m B A C#m
Maybe I refused to grow
A G#
But the ghosts here can't be wrong
A G#
They hear my laments and they always sing along
C#m G# A
Things have got much worse
C#m G# A
Greed's a gruesome curse
C#m G# A
It's covering the earth
G# A
You can lock yourself inside
G# A
Or you can hide yourself in lies
G# A
Or forget what came before
C#m G# A G# C#m
Or start saying your prayer to the god of war!
All of the chords are barre chords again.
C#m A G#
Okay I might be full of hatred but I ain't no god of war
C#m A G#
I will pack my bags when I can't take it anymore
A G#
Let them come let their towers rise
A G#
Let them choke our streets let them block out our skies
C#m G# A E
I will be so far away, I'll go
C#m G# A E
Looking for some greener home
C#m G# A E
Dig a deep dark dreadful hole
A G#
And throw my memories away
A G#
And never will I ever come to visit their
C#m B A G#
grave
C#m B A G#
C#m B A G#
C#m B A G#
C#m A G#
I was the young adventurer that found a secret land
C#m A G#
I made a map of it on the back of my hand
A G#
And the days were long and made of gold
A G#
The nights held secrets newer to be told
C#m B A E
Now the sun doesn't rise as high these days
C#m B A E
And they burn witches at the stake
C#m B A E
And when the last of the magic fades
A G#
I will go, I will go again
A G#
I'll find another home or I will die trying
C#m B A C#m
And maybe it's just me I know
C#m B A C#m
Maybe I just got too old
C#m B A C#m
Maybe I refused to grow
A G#
But the ghosts here can't be wrong
A G#
They hear my laments and they always sing along
C#m G# A
Things have got much worse
C#m G# A
Greed's a gruesome curse
C#m G# A
It's covering the earth
G# A
You can lock yourself inside
G# A
Or you can hide yourself in lies
G# A
Or forget what came before
C#m G# A G# C#m
Or start saying your prayer to the god of war!
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