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Imagine that you were dead. Then imagine that you were trying to contact the living world via a seance run by a dodgy medium. This is about what it might be like if you were trying to 'get through' only to discover that the medium couldn't actually talk to the dead but was just kicking the chairs. John Lennon makes a guest appearance, although I'm pretty certain he never played a Gibson - but I couldn't get Reickebacker to scan so well :-))
It's been a long time since I put anything up on MJ's. It was actually recorded over a year ago, and it's pretty rough with some well wobbly vocals - especially in the end chorus! As usual I take the 'throw everything at it and see what sticks' approach to music making, so I hope you enjoy!
All the best to you all -
Phil
It's been a long time since I put anything up on MJ's. It was actually recorded over a year ago, and it's pretty rough with some well wobbly vocals - especially in the end chorus! As usual I take the 'throw everything at it and see what sticks' approach to music making, so I hope you enjoy!
All the best to you all -
Phil
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Lyrics
The Only Ghost Who Cares
I was thinking, when you played your last card
Crappy ending to a meaningless start
The only compensation was the fact when it came through
A board out of frustration
An actor seeking you
It’s gonna be so cold
Realised
You’re the only ghost who cares
That they’re kicking the chairs
I was drinking in a Liverpool bar
With poet and his Gibson guitar
He said he’d like to come back
He’d concede a few demands
Record another album
But he won’t reform the band
‘Cos he’s gonna be so old
In his eyes
He’s the only ghost who cares
That they’re kicking the chairs
They rolled them over with a certain disbelief
Then fumbled in the dark for a cheap sense of relief
Then took a photograph
It’s the caption of the week
‘Cos he’s gonna be so old
In his eyes
He’s the only ghost who cares
That they’re kicking the chairs
I was thinking, when you played your last card
Crappy ending to a meaningless start
The only compensation was the fact when it came through
A board out of frustration
An actor seeking you
It’s gonna be so cold
Realised
You’re the only ghost who cares
That they’re kicking the chairs
I was drinking in a Liverpool bar
With poet and his Gibson guitar
He said he’d like to come back
He’d concede a few demands
Record another album
But he won’t reform the band
‘Cos he’s gonna be so old
In his eyes
He’s the only ghost who cares
That they’re kicking the chairs
They rolled them over with a certain disbelief
Then fumbled in the dark for a cheap sense of relief
Then took a photograph
It’s the caption of the week
‘Cos he’s gonna be so old
In his eyes
He’s the only ghost who cares
That they’re kicking the chairs
BirdmanWayne94
... a new post from you, dolby. There's a warm feel to this song that I really like. Welcome back!