A somewhat new song: “Listening to Ghosts”

I’m not sure this will ever “get better” or reach fruition. For now I’ll have to live with it. Music, maybe to come.

mp3–>> http://johnford.net/music/mp3/secondarywimp/wimpy.php

The new statue had fallen

south under deep el-em’

where dead men carved

their names with a knife

in this dust red brick building

alone roberts’ stone memory

lemon’s licks

ricoshet in twilight

tonight kids beat their trumpets

with the tourists and junkies

and I’m here, alone

listening to ghosts

steel wheels down in memphis

I’m the package you sent us

liquor stores

and the church, begs to steal

a pyramid dream

burns bridges between

the mud streaming

down sewers on Beale

as dawn I prayed to the man

with a stone horn in hand

while I dreamed

I was listening to ghosts

I’m still listening to ghosts

living in their lost notes

pouring blue

from a home in the night

play the one that rings dark

it’s so close to my heart

I one heard it

while listening to ghosts

in this beat hotel room

where love flirts with doom

praising curves

and the aching of wires

the lines etched in your face

light the shadows that trace

a night

born of lovers and liers

I’m living through you

but I never knew

in the end

I’d be singing to ghosts

I’m still listening to ghosts

living in their lost notes

running blue

from a home in the night

play the one that rings dark

it’s so close to my heart

I once heard it

while listening to ghosts

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