I walked past the frozen arcade lights
Same dead faces every night
Same bus stop
Same cheap rain
Same black coffee in my brain
You said we were born too late
I said this town was built to break
And all the boys just stare at screens
Like ghosts inside abandoned dreams
CLAP CLAP
CLAP CLAP
RUN RUN RUN RUN
I wanna get out
Get out
Get out
Before my shadow eats me whole
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
HEY HEY HEY
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
CLAP YOUR HANDS AND LOSE CONTROL
RUN RUN RUN
RUN RUN RUN
Mask on faces
Broken schools
Everyone obeying rules
But underneath the plastic smiles
Everybody wanted violence
I saw your face inside the train
Like television in the rain
You looked at me like we were dead
Before our lives could even start
WHO ARE YOU
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
WHAT DO YOU WANT
GET OUT GET OUT
WHAT DO YOU FEAR
GROWING OLD HERE
CLAP CLAP
CLAP CLAP
Your mother cried inside the hall
The supermarkets stayed open
The city closed
The future closed
The movie stopped before the ending
And all our friends became static noise
Inside tiny glowing rooms
Get out
Get out
Get out
Get out
NO TOWN
NO TOWN
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
HEY
HEY
HEY
HEY
CLAP CLAP
CLAP CLAP
RUN RUN RUN RUN
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
WE WERE YOUNG AND ALREADY GONE
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
DANCE BEFORE THE LIGHTS GO OUT
HEY HEY HEY
HEY HEY HEY
GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT
No town
No town
No town for ghosts
Run away
Run away
- Lyricist
MASAQUI
- Composer
MASAQUI
- Producer
MASAQUI
- Programming
MASAQUI
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NO TOWN FOR GHOSTS
MASAQUI
An antisocial live recording discovered from a lost parallel world in 1966
A dangerous explosion of youth frustration and emotional loss trapped inside gloomy post punk and hypnotic afrobeat repetition
Endless tambourines
Unstable handclaps
Worn out tape hiss
Distorted crowd noise
Wet midnight air
Not a perfect performance
But a raw recording that feels like human emotion collapsing in real time
The obsessive repetition slowly spreads loneliness and desperation through the entire audience
A forgotten recording about escaping small towns and surviving the end of youth
A memory that never truly existed
