There's a Carnival in Harlem
Where my lady reads her gospel
From a balcony of bones
And I'm on my way to see her
For as long as I'm without here
There will be no such thing as home
Certainly, I agree this feels right
and your invitation tempts me so
Normally, a former me would stay the night
Oh, but there is somewhere I must go
There's a Carnival in Harlem
Where my lady reads her gospel
From a balcony of bones
And I'm on my way to see her
For as long as I'm without here
There will be no such thing as home
Lately I've been half alive and wounded
Ravaged by the wolves and left for dead
Oh, it's true I really hate to do this
But there is somewhere I must go instead
There's a Carnival in Harlem
Where my lady reads her gospel
From a balcony of bones
And I'm on my way to see her
For as long as I'm without here
There will be no such thing as home
She believes in Haunted Things
And tells me I'm a fascinating liar
We believe in Haunted Things
I tell you we're a building on fire
There's a Carnival in Harlem
Where my lady reads her gospel
From a balcony of bones
And I'm on my way to see her
For as long as I'm without here
There will be no such thing as home
There will be no such thing as home
There will be no such thing as home
credits
from Haunted Things,
released September 22, 2015
Shayfer James: Vocals, Piano, Hammond B3
Jeremy Gillespie: Bass
Corby Hewson: Drums
Produced and engineered by Jeremy Gillespie
Mixed by Mike Ferretti at Architekt Studios, NJ
Additional engineering by Billy Perez at iiwii Studios, NJ
supported by 6 fans who also own “Carnival In Harlem”
I discovered this band mere weeks ago through pure chance; someone recommended Fair in a discussion about wholesome songs. And it was; love at first listen. YouTube recommended me Battle Cries next, so I gave that a listen too, and the the energy and the overlapping lyrics made me fall in love anew.
I bought this album and Ruin less than a day later. Everything TAD have made is true art, different from everything else I've heard. Mayana
supported by 6 fans who also own “Carnival In Harlem”
I do not normally cry because of music, or fiction in general. Chords made me cry. Every time I listen to it, it still feels like a warm, tight goodbye hug.
But it isn't what convinced me to buy this album, because damn, I knew I would right from the start of Secret Worlds, and knew it ever more at every song. The way the songs here can combine to tell a whole new story, and even reference others from The Horror and the Wild, is just magnificent. Mayana