Sung for Ghosts EP

by Philip John

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Philip John - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar.

Recorded at Water Tank Studios
Produced by Adam Harrison & Philip John
Engineered, Mixed, & Mastered by Adam Harrison

Cover Photo by Gianni Capocci of Triple 6 Photography

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released June 17, 2016

Biography

Bournemouth based singer-songwriter Philip John, sets out to make his music full of energy, sincerity, and power. His influences range from Jeff Buckley to Nick Drake; Soundgarden to The Police, and everywhere in between.

He presents his newest EP “Sung for Ghosts”, which endeavours to capture his live sound in it’s most raw and charismatic form. Recording with just two microphones in a room, it’s one voice, one acoustic guitar, played totally live in single takes.

He’s a lifelong musician, and has gigged all around the country, and recorded in some top studios with countless artists, bands, and producers over the years. However he was predominantly playing the backbone role of the bass guitarist in these endeavours, whilst quietly working on his own music on the side. But now with this body of work, he steps out into the singer-songwriter role pursuing his own music.


“(Philip’s) voice is gold and should definitely play more acoustic shows”.
- Dave McPherson (Inme)

"The pure power of his vocal range combined with his catchy rhythms and unique style make the 'Sung for Ghosts EP' a must-have."
- Hidden Herd.

“Philip’s skilful guitar work and passionately delivered tunes really hit the mark”
- Rock Regeneration.

“Philip is a natural-born performer from the moment he stepped onto the stage. (He has) an impressive vocal range and a very husky campfire voice. (He) gave a stellar performance”
- Expllora.

Full Review of Sung for Ghosts at:
www.rock-regeneration.co.uk/wordpress/2016/07/ep-sung-for-ghosts-by-philip-john/

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Track Name: Only Follow
So let's not pretend
That you've seen the end
No one knows those breaks and bends

And let’s not pretend
That we all depend
On the words that you expend

All those words you wrote into my head


Still,
I’ll only follow
Only borrow
Never swallow
For all my days

I’ll only follow
Only borrow
Feed tomorrow
For all my days


So let's not hand down
All those screams and shouts
Only whispers are allowed

And let's not just leave
Far beyond the sea
There's so much behind those -

Words I thought I’d never even read


Still,
I’ll only follow
Only borrow
Never swallow
For all my days

I’ll only follow
Only borrow
Feed tomorrow
For all my days


Honestly
I don’t know your name
I don’t know your face
I don’t want to
Honestly
I don’t know your name
I don’t know


So let's not pretend
That you've seen the end
No one knows those breaks and bends
All those words you wrote into my head


Still,
I’ll only follow
Only borrow
Never swallow
For all my days

I’ll only follow
Only borrow
Feed tomorrow
For all my days
Track Name: For All My Sins
Waiting for the sun to arise
It won’t stay, it won’t stay
But I’ll keep my eye on the horizon
For the change, for the change

‘Cos it takes the kind of man who forgets about today
Yeah it takes the kind of man who remembers why he stays

But I’ll wait
For you
Like I always do
For you


Oh won’t you let me sing
Tonight will I ever begin
Oh for all my sins
I never left your side

But I’ll wait
For you


Oh let the city sleep
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
As I walk down disfigured streets
I’m alive, I’m alive

But I’ll wait
For you
Like I always do
For you


Oh won’t you let me sing
Tonight will I ever begin
Oh for all my sins
I never left your side

Oh I feel you under my skin
Tonight, and it’s wearing me thin
Oh for all my sins
I never left your side


Still I’ll wait
For you
And I always will
For you


Oh won’t you let me sing
Tonight will I ever begin
Oh for all my sins
I never left your side

Oh I feel you under my skin
Tonight, and it’s wearing me thin
Oh for all my sins
I never left your side
Track Name: Hosts
Erase all my erasers
Chase after all my chasers now
I’ll wait to

Call back all of my callers
Revolve round my revolver now
They’re waiting now


‘Cos lately I’ve been up in the trees
To get the gravity, off from my feet
And lately I’ve been drinking the sea
To wash away the weeks


'Cos when your hosts come down
And your ghosts crawl out
Then your words will speak out loud


Rest my case when it’s jaded
Wash my face when it’s facing out
Don’t fail to

Preside my individual
Subside all my habitual sounds
I hear them now


‘Cos lately I’ve been out in the fields
To let the levity, out of my reach
And lately I’ve been up in the trees


'Cos when your hosts come down
And your ghosts crawl out
Then your words will speak out loud


‘Cos lately I’ve been up in the trees
To get the gravity, off from my feet
And lately I’ve been drinking the sea
To wash away the weeks


'Cos when your hosts come down
And your ghosts crawl out
Then your words will speak out loud
Track Name: Give Me War
Chinese burns
Were whispers first
Gotta laugh about it

Lessons learned
From books that were burned
Gotta laugh about it

Steal my verse
Steal my verse

Dead man walks
And talks the talk
Gotta laugh about it

All these thoughts
Are cheese and chalk
Gotta laugh about it

Heal my talks
Heal my talks


Wait, I will fly
Cos I will fight the ones who give me war
Taste, all my time
I’ll invite the ones who give me war


All these scars
From fallen stars
Still laugh about it

Jaded claws
Scrape at the doors
We’ll still laugh about it

Feel my flaws
Feel my flaws


Wait, I will fly
Cos I will fight the ones who give me war
Taste, all my time
I’ll invite the ones who give me war


Feel my flaws
Feel my flaws


Wait, I will fly
Cos I will fight the ones who give me war
Taste, all my time
I’ll invite the ones who give me war
Track Name: Russian Dolls
Yeah you, you’re like a Russian doll in Rome
There’s no need to call it home
When you’re saddled with your own

‘Cos we’re, hanging off the words you say
Falling down in strict array
‘Til they all just wash away


But I’ll still spin in the ground with you
I’ll spit at the howling moon
Still sit in the fire with you
Yeah I’ll still spin in the ground with you
Still omit the grand review


Some days, you’ll see ships that pass at night
Put your blindfold on in light
Crossing over black and white

When you, when you've swallowed up the sun
And your west has been re-won
Will you be the one to run


But I’ll still spin in the ground with you
I’ll spit at the howling moon
Still sit in the fire with you
Yeah I’ll still spin in the ground with you
Still omit the grand review


Just want you for myself
Take you in for myself
Keep you all to myself


But I’ll still spin in the ground with you
I’ll spit at the howling moon
Still sit in the fire with you
Yeah I’ll still spin in the ground with you
Still omit the grand review