Showing posts with label Ghosts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ghosts. Show all posts

Friday, June 27, 2008

The Spirit of the Stairway

Autumn came too fast this year
Winter whispers its cull in my ear
Singing all things are dead they are dead and they are mine

I find I’m awakened by
the ghosts in the night
singing louder and louder…

“break off the dead…
shake off the dead…and move on”

The old lake from the dock
boasts all winter long
of his solemn reprieve
from the times we believed
the summer nights would last forever…but those nights are gone

In the front room my old father’s chair
His haven, fallen in disrepair
but it’s withered the storm…I’ve withered the storm

Sitting on the old wooden swing
It tells the songs I used to sing
about you…about me…all the things I should have said

“break off the dead
shake off the dead…and move on”

the ruts in the dirt
no this shouldn’t hurt
you said oh I love you
but this can never work
and I jumped from the swing
to chase you down the street as you sped off and left me…you left me…

I’m left with my ghosts and you took the best of me…

Monday, June 16, 2008

M. Black Enters the Village

We'll sing welcome to the you stranger, we've prepared a place
where you can lay your weary head
Come sing fa la la la la and welcome to the new year
and think of all the tears we've shed
We've been fighting for honour and glory and power
we've been fighting all year long
and in the midst of it all we've lost all sight
of our joyous happy songs...
get out of here ghost...

Well I think it's time we got out of this town, and let's quit while we're ahead
I've seen enough movies to know this time tomorrow one of us will be dead
and it won't be me...it won't be me NO IT WON'T BE ME! get out of here ghost!

We've been kicking and screaming with bags over our heads
suffocating in your sweet lies
And the choir of angels in the church loft sing their choruses
and alibis
For the years we've lost in this little town,
all the days and the months can't compare
Let's gather around, gather around brothers
gather around town square...
we'll sing, "get out, get out, this fight is over. get out, get out, while there's still time!"

we've been fighting tooth and nail...tooth and nail to the end...to our bitter end