Light, dark 

Rich, poor

Stress, ease  

less, more 


The ending, the start

The river, the shore

It’s all temporary


Blame, praise 

pleasure, pain

Gain, loss 

scandal, fame


Youth, old

The sunlight, the shade 

it’s all temporary


I release any burdens that come with these things 

Into the fire 

they’ll burn away


Oh the ashes 

Of my imperfections 

Remind me

 of how everything changes


It’s always changing 


Life, death 

sickness,health 

filled with pride 

denying self

Yesterday, now 

poverty, wealth

It’s all temporary


I release any burdens that come with these things 

Into the fire they’ll burn away

I am free from the bond that these thoughts can all bring

As I pray for my own heart to change


Life is changing 

artist / composer 

 

THEY WATCH OVER ME (AURORA BOREALIS)

Great spirits they arise

Painting the skies appearing a marvelous scene

Spread across the land for all of us to see

In the night they protect the discouraged

The doubtful, the lost and unseen

They carry and they care for those that are in need

Just like me

They watch over me

They watch over me

I know that they’re watching over me

The specters they appear when there is fear in the hearts of those that are aching

They comfort and perform great miracles with ease

The aura of the aerial odd shape orbs give sight to those who cannot see they cause the cynics heart to suddenly believe

They watch over me

They watch over me

I know that they’re watching over me

They are out there somewhere this I believe

I know that they're out there watching over me

They watch over me

They watch over me

I know that they’re watching over me

RESURRECTION

They’re gathering around me again

I feel their warmth but I cant discern a thing

They’re smothering me with attention

They smother my bones while my spirit’s fading

They try resuscitation

Science and medication

But what I do really need is

A Resurrection

Resurrection

A Resurrection would be fine

They say that the body is a temple

But it feels more like a catacomb to me

Where the thought of a person once living

Once in the visiting form of a memory

This vessel is failing

An old ship that’s sailing

But what I do really need is

A Resurrection

Resurrection

A Resurrection would be fine

My body is dissolving

My skin the coffin’s rotting

I can not do a single thing

But hope that it will stop

My spirit’s doing real well

It just needs a new shell

The only hope of better health

Is to rise into a body new

OH WELL

A Resurrection

Resurrection

A Resurrection would be fine

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Mystic kindness 

Burial grounds

Holy figures 

Burnt in town

Where ancient heroes plotted their lives 

A golden calf that was their own demise


Cocaine rivers, 

A bottle of wine 

Mountainous shivers

I ran out and cried 

My head was far in outer space 

I laughed far above the human race

And felt the wind of my baby boys breath

I left the capsule and fell to my death


High in the rainbow room 

I’m high in the rainbow room 

Oh high in the rainbow room tonight 


Gorgeous woman steps outside 

She sees a glowing image it’s a light 

A beautiful sign of the days to come 

She’s On her knees as she yells for her son


Thanasphere has her husband tonight

He may never see his wife 

He’s wrestling out in the outer cosmos 

Talking to the spirits that surround his conscience 

He’s making a plan to burn out with a glow

Brighter & brighter & brighter He knows


High in the rainbow room 

I’m high in the rainbow room 

Oh high in the rainbow room tonight 


Children look outside your window tonight

See the bright eternal star, it shines 

Outer spaced out girls and boys

Turn off your signals they’re all noise

The ocean sky will be lit bright

Brighter and brighter and brighter tonight


I’m High in the rainbow room 

I’m high in the rainbow room 

Oh high in the rainbow room tonight

 

DON’T COME IN (THINGS THEY CHANGE)

Back door knocking
There’s a voice screaming louder than thunder
I am waking in the night thinking 
Don’t come in
Don’t come in
Don’t come in
This ain’t the same place it was before 

Back door thudding 
All the noise is disturbing my slumber 
And I’m waking in my bed singing 
Don’t come in
Don’t come in
Don’t come in
This ain’t the same place it was before 

And if you thought it was a party house, it ain’t
And if you thought it was a concert hall, it ain’t 
And if you thought it was a place to drink all your troubles away, it ain't anymore

And if you thought it was a sport charade, it ain’t
And if you thought it was a holy parade, it ain’t 
And if you thought there was a place to rest all your troubles away, it ain’t anymore

Well things they change
They always do
If one thing remains the same 
it’s that old truth

Well things they change
They always do
If one thing remains the same 
it’s that old truth

Back door knocking
There’s a voice screaming louder than thunder
And I’m waking in the night thinking 
Don’t come in
Don’t come in
Don’t come in
This ain’t the same place it was before 

Well things they change
They always do



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private / unmastered album / please don't release to public

Recorded / mixed / produced by chris schlarb

ALAS THE VISITING GHOST 

 

+ ALAS THE VISITING GHOST (INSTRUMENTAL)


 Talip Peshkepia is a Los Angeles based Artist and Composer with a love for the combination of the beautiful and the bizarre.

His previously released music includes his self-released EP's:  SHINING STARS and POST-MORTEM under the name PAULIE PESH.

Peshkepia's preparing to release his first full length album Alas, the Visiting Ghost,  which is produced by Chris Schlarb.

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FEATURED PLAYERS INCLUDE:

CHRIS SCHLARB - PRODCUER / GUITAR (PSYCHIC TEMPLE)

PHILIP GLENN - VIOLIN / PIANO (PSYCHIC TEMPLE)

TABOR ALLEN - DRUMS (CHERRY GLAZERR)

MICHAEL MEDEIROS - DRUMS (PAPER PILOTS / COTILLON)

SETH SHAFER - TUBA 

CURT OREN - SAXOPHONE


 

more about talip


 
If [his] orchestral pop songs don’t make you smile, maybe your face is broken.
— kevin bronson buzzbands.la
 

PAST WORK


POST MORTEM EP


SHINING STARS EP


 
 

A buoyant optimism that doesn’t resort to preening, nifty orchestral arrangements, an alliterative name – Paulie Pesh has a lot going for him.
— kevin bronson buzzbands.la

L.A. BORN

COMPOSER

SONGWRITER

LOVES MUSIC

LOVES FILM

LOVES MUSIC FOR FILM

LOVES SONGS

LOVES SINGING

LOVES CREATING

LOVES L.A.

bright choruses and and whopping guitar chords don’t leave them much room for pretense, and we’re all right with that.
— Seraphina lotkhamnga buzzbands.la

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